At any given moment, you have the power to say: This is not how the story is going to end.
A few months ago, I saw my idol, Naya Rivera. It was the greatest day of my life. I was there, in that room with other 2000 people, waiting for her: so excited, I couldn’t even talk. The lights go down and “Girl On Fire” starts. I was there, shaking and crying my eyes out. And then I saw her, the women I’ve built my life around, my idol, Naya. She looked flawless in that pink dress, waving and smiling: I almost touched her (the bodyguard didn’t let me..) and she was so close to me. I’ve never felt that way in my life. That’s why I’m pissed when people are like: “Yeah, Naya is a bitch!11” “She is almost naked in every single picture”. FIRST OF ALL: IT’S HER FUCKING LIFE. SECOND: SHE’S THE SAME PERSON, maybe her outfit has changed but Naya is Naya, she’s the woman who gave me courage and the one who lights up my days with her smile.