There isn’t a forest full of mythical horses, horned and white. I’ve always known that unicorns roam freely (and rarely) among the rest of us. And to someone, you are a unicorn. Something so normal yet with a few tiny differences makes you an unbelievable creature. We should all believe in unicorns, that they exist and that there is something so ethereal about each of us that we are all unicorns. To ignore that ‘horn’ if you will, hide it, or try to cover it up is to turn a unicorn into a plain horse.