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The first time I put a name to Imposter Syndrome I was in medical school and the dean of student life was telling a reassuring anecdote about a previous student who had been a true imposter.  “As long as we were who we said we were,” she nodded at us, her tight curls bouncing, then we all belonged there.  Imposter syndrome.   Hmmm?  Sounded a lot like the quaking fear for which my dad offered an the only possible antidote:  fake it, ’til you make it.

 

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