I Didn’t Crawl Out of One Closet to Crawl Into Another
I used to be a hardcore, card-carrying Democrat. Then I started questioning the political beliefs I'd adopted, the people I'd surrounded myself with, and what liberty actually means. Years later, some old friends apparently expect me to be the same woman they remember. But I didn't fight this hard to become myself just to let somebody else tell me who the fuck I'm supposed to be.
I Earned That Fucking Picture
Someone at work told me the picture I submitted was too unprofessional and suggested I replace it with one that’s a fucking decade old. Nope. I don’t look like that woman anymore. I’ve aged, changed, died, survived, learned, led, and earned every fucking stripe on my shoulder. The woman in this picture is the woman you asked for.