I hated myself. So much. Prince’s fearlessness terrified and compelled me. I didn’t understand how he could be like that. I wanted to be like that. I wanted to be who I was, and to know I was amazing, and to shine that confidence out to the whole world with such strength and forcefulness that even those people who would insult me, who would try to crush me, who would try to convince me I had no right to not only be seen but to revel in and celebrate myself, publicly, joyfully, without apology — that none of those lies could ever break through my faith in myself and my power.
You Don’t Have To Be Beautiful To Turn Me On
Lesley Kinzel
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I still want that. I’m hoping it’s never too late.

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