We’re born naked, and the rest is drag.
Willingly release the hurt. Don’t let the heartache define you.
Reading is fundamental.
Happiness is wanting what you already have.
Shifting my priorities from worrying about what other people think of me to fortifying myself with the truth of who I really am is how I constantly fill that void.
Drag for me has always been my superhero costume.
Drag really is all about dipping into pop culture and then reshaping it into something else.
Everyone knows about the diminishments of growing older, but no one talks about the expanding strengths. Paired with intellect, your intuition grows increasingly stronger and more on point.
You have to find a tribe.
Hell, I even think a unibrow is sexy.
Don’t let the weight of the world flatten your weave.
Think healthy thoughts. Even if you have every right to complain, don’t do it. If it’s raining, learn to dance in the rain. You are the architect of your life. Please believe it and let that be the reason.
The theme of the winner’s circle is adaptability, but at the same time, staying true to your own unique frequency and that’s the truth, not only in this competition, but in everything in life; taking those cues from the universe – and applying them – but without losing who you are.
Remember, the best time to get a new job is when you already have one.
When you find success, sometimes you have to leave old friends behind. And sometimes you have to leave family members behind. It’s sad and heartbreaking, but it must be done. You cannot bring everybody with you, because some will resent you and drag you down to a level that makes them feel more comfortable.
I’ve been a daydreamer since day one. I much prefer looking out a window over looking at my phone.
I barely speak English, but I’m fluent in throwing shade.
Challenge yourself to the limits of your fears. Get moving on.
You’re born naked and the rest is drag.” In truth, you are not your clothes, you are not your profession, you are not your religion. You are an extension of the consciousness that guides the universe, for which there is no name because it cannot be defined. That’s why all the superficial things you list as your identity are in reality your “drag.
They didn’t know which box to put me in so I think it was easier to just see past me.
If you can’t love yourself. How in the hell you gonna love somebody else?