When I was a teen-ballerina, I had a friend named Molly. One day the guys in the dance studio were teasing her, teasing her . . . teasing her. Suddenly this sweet lovely girl, who could have stepped out of a Degas painting, hauled off and told them, “F*** YOU. My MOTHER LOVES ME.” I laughed so hard I about fell on the floor. The point is, sometimes we need to mother ourselves. LOVE yourself, my beautiful friend, and if people are giving your trouble, just remember they are only human. There is a GOD above who KNOWS you’re amazing- and that’s what counts.
This has been an actual conversation in the Man Cave. What’s the Man Cave? Read this.