06/11/2026
"Come on babe, why don't we paint the town…" 🎭✨
As a kid, I was OBSESSED with musicals. Not casually—deeply, gloriously, showtune-level obsessed.
Because musicals get something the world doesn't: when feelings are too big for words, you sing. When truth can't be spoken, you dance.
But here's what I didn't realize then:
Offstage, I was performing too.
Playing the role of who I thought the world wanted. Pretending to care about football 🏈 when really Miss Universe 👑 was my thing. Pretending the Tony Awards weren't my Super Bowl.
So when people ask why Pride matters?
Pride is medicine. 💊🌈
It's what healing looks like when you've spent years believing your joy needed to be edited.
It's what happens when shame loses its grip.
It's repair. A love letter to the kid who learned too early that being fully seen could come at a cost.
This Pride Month, I'm thinking about that little showtune-loving, baton-twirling, backflip-dreaming queen:
You were never too much.
You were never wrong.
Keep shining, boo boo. ✨
It's a little cloudy right now... but as Annie taught us, tomorrow is only a day away. 🌤️
What would you tell your younger self? 👇 Drop it in the comments.