What am I even doing in this photo?!
Coquettishly covering my mouth like some coy geisha?
Channeling Bette Davis ferociously puffing away on some cigarette?
Blowing a kiss to an imaginary arena of adoring fans?
Preparing the world for the sassy express about to depart from Track F as in Fabulous?
Who fucking knows.
I will say that I would still wear this outfit if it came in my size, and I would rock it just as hard as I rocked it way back then. Despite a world that seems intent on destroying one’s inherent spirit, I ended up living my life in surprisingly unabashed ways, often because my own sense of fabulousness eclipsed the whispers and derogatory remarks that floated around me. Sometimes they got through, and sometimes they stung, but every attack built me up in some way.
When I look at this picture, it fills me with pride, because it took guts to be who I was when the world was telling me to be someone – anyone – else. Sometimes it still does – and on those days I just put on my sassiest pair of pants and keep marching.
Air kisses!
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