Why it’s really ok that you didn’t end up being an astronaut, or a pirate, or a fairy princess.
All of the reasons (well some of them) that I love Amanda Palmer and what she teaches me about my own art, about being vulnerable, and about never apologizing for the space I take up in the world.
In which I muse about why having no hair on your legs equals beauty… and decide to buck the beauty standard in favor of my own standard for beauty.