Lena Dunham, you queen

I love her, I love her, I love her.

You know how you have those special friends — silly, not special in that way — that make you feel alive? You leave dinner or a drink with them and you feel more like yourself than you have all week. That’s how Lena makes me feel and I’ve never even met her. There’s something refreshing about her honesty on social media. She fucks up, there’s no doubt about that. She says things she doesn’t necessarily mean, her words are taken out of context on a daily basis, but she’s real about it. She apologises if people find her point of view offensive, but she firmly stands behind what she believes in. And while many women don’t appreciate her flagrant nakedness, the fact that she completely disregards the public’s opinions of her body makes me smile big.

Hopefully some of these quotes from her latest memoir bring you a titch closer to loving her as much as I do. Openly, unapologetically, and a little too aggressively.

I can never be who I was. I can simply watch her with sympathy, understanding, and some measure of awe. There she goes, backpack on, headed for the subway or the airport. She did her best with her eyeliner. She learned a new word she wants to try out on you. She is ambling along. She is looking for it.
We are all afraid of cancer. From what I understand it’s a threat that is always just looming inside your body, but it isn’t a problem until it is. It could be living anywhere from your liver to that adorable signature mole on your hip, and it could either kill you or spark a memoir. I’m not scared enough to do any 10k walks, but I’m pretty scared.
The way I saw it, I was fully capable of being treated with indifference that bordered on disdain while maintaining a strong sense of self-respect. I obeyed his commands, sure that I could fulfil this role while still protecting the sacred place inside of me that knew I deserved more. Different. Better. But that isn’t how it works. When someone shows you how little you mean to them and you keep coming back for more, before you know it you start to mean less to yourself. You are not made up of compartments! You are one whole person! What gets said to you gets said to all of you, ditto what gets done. Being treated like shit is not an amusing game or a transgressive intellectual experiment, it’s something that you accept, condone, and learn to believe you deserve. This is so simple. But I tried so hard to make it complicated.
It’s very easy for me to say what success is. I think success is connecting with an audience that understands you and having a dialogue with them. I think success is pushing yourself forward creatively and not sort of becoming a caricature of yourself.
I kind of look like every other girl, walking around.

Originally published at meagaboo.wordpress.com on February 21, 2017.

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