tend to hide what I really think and feel because they don't really understand. Because I have believed that the worst thing in the world would be to lay myself bare and watch others turn away from the truth of my soul.

I sometimes worry more about what people thinks of me than what I am and what I want and even what I need. I need to be OK with being hated, as long as I am hated for the right reasons. If I am hated for standing up for myself, for loving madly and passionately, for my relentless pursuit of my dreams, even if I am hated by everyone in the world, I should be happy.I could be hated by someone for loving what I do, what I am, and who I love. That is the absolute worst that could happen. And that would be a triumph.