Life as a 20-something is stressful and overwhelming. Sometimes I need to cry (there’s nothing wrong with that, it happens). Other times I feel so happy that when I laugh, my whole body shakes. But if there’s anything I’ve learned and am continuing to grapple with, it’s that I can’t compare myself to others.
I’ve said it before and I will say it as many times as needed: believe survivors and put yourself in their shoes. What if that was your mother, brother, sister or cousin?
The American democratic machine is creaking. And meandering in its echoes are the voices of marginalized communities, as the instruments that safeguard their livelihoods are continually blunted and peeled away.
In a world where we already don’t do enough to accept members of the LGBTQ+ community, the sports industry is even less accepting thanks to an atmosphere that intertwines homophobia with competition.
Embracing the fact that you are beautiful, strong, kind, intelligent and funny — anything you want to be, really — is nothing to ever be ashamed of. Owning that pride in who you are is such a radiant thing, and speaks to how lovely and bright your character truly is.