I had an epiphany last night.  The only person whose opinion of me that matters is me.  Growing up, the adults in my life would say “what would other people think?”  Who the hell cares what other people think?!  Why are they anymore qualified to pass judgement than I am? Do I think the peafowl has more status or rights than the sparrow in the jungle? Of course not.  So why does someone who was squeezed out a queen’s cunt have any more importance than me?

You’d have thought I would have realized that years ago.  I guess I’m a slow learner. But finally, I’m coming into myself.  I’m finally starting to understand who I am and what my place is in the world.