I Can Tell My Children That They

I Like Everything. Boyish Girls, Girlish Boys, The Heavy And The Skinny. Which Is A Problem When I'm Walking Down The Street.

I Grew Up As This Very Carefree, Happy Kid Then Things Turned Darker For Me. Maybe It Was Because I Saw That The World Wasn't As Happy A Place As I Had Hoped It Would Be For Me.

Yeah, But Before Anything, I Think In 6 Years Somehow I've Grown Up To Have A Beautiful Home, 2 Beautiful Stepchildren, A Beautiful Husband, My Family Is Healthy And Happy. I'm Financially Ok And I Do What I Love For A Living. That's What I Think, And I Think God, How Did I Get So Lucky.

For Any Woman Reading This, I Hope It Helps You To Know You Have Options. I Want To Encourage Every Woman, Especially If You Have A Family History Of Breast Or Ovarian Cancer, To Seek Out The Information And Medical Experts Who Can Help You Through This Aspect Of Your Life, And To Make Your Own Informed Choices.

When I Was Little, Like Maleficent, I Was Told That I Was Different - And I Felt Out Of Place, And Too Loud, Too Full Of Fire, Never Good At Sitting Still, Never Good At Fitting In. And Then One Day I Realized Something, Something I Hope You All Realize. Different Is Good.