Twiggy: I Won't Apologize for Who I Am
Somehow, I found a way to resist - first within myself. Against my thoughts, against my emotions.
Humiliated? Desperate? Why? For whom? No. Not anymore. Everything is in the mind. Next to every negative thought, I began painting a beautiful image with my imagination. When despair knocked on my door, I turned on the radio and blasted music, just to get some rest from the invasion of memories and unfulfilled desires.
The answer to the question I kept asking myself - only to make this difficult path of thought easier - was always the same: "Do you really care what people will say?" But who are these people, and why should they matter to you? They are insignificant - ignore them.
Alone, I found myself and reintroduced myself to who I truly am. Alone, I fought it; alone, I won. It doesn't matter that it took years. What matters is that I made it.
I wasn't a superhero. I was a human being who faced everything through reason - a man who loved men and who would make others accept him for who he is. Easy? Not at all.
"Different"? I've come to the conclusion that there is no more ridiculous word than that. No, my dear friends, not "different." This is my nature - take it or leave it. You don't like it? Then move along.
Hate? No, my dear friends. Love. That's what I feel for myself now. Acceptance and love.
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