An NHL hockey player told me "wow", "you look beautiful", and "I wish I was going where you're going" while we were waiting for an elevator together at the Boston RC on March 15, 2024. I grew up painfully, humiliatingly ugly in the late 90s and early 00s, obese with frizzy hair and cystic acne, no instruction or guidance on how to be feminine or how to take care of myself as a girl or woman. I felt like I looked really good that particular night so the external validation was nice. I wished I could go hug my teenage self and tell her look honey we made it
