About Me
If I said my name was Janelle, would you laugh and say, “But you’re white!” or would you tell me that it’s beautiful? If I told you that I’m 19, would you ask me when my birthday was (to which I would answer October 27th) or would you joke about how it wouldn’t be pedophilia if you hit on me? If I whispered that I’m tall and blonde and blue eyed, would you become stereotypical with expectations or would you whisper back that everyone is beautiful?
If I expressed my love for Callie Torres would you begin a discussion on her character development, or tell me that she was wrong to sleep with Mark? If you found out I’m a fan of Calzona, would you fangirl squee with me or would you promptly walk away? If you mentioned musicals and watched me come alive with excitement, would you judge or fall in love?
If, in a darkened room, I confessed the stories of my past, would you run away? Would you applaud my convictions? Would you realize my secret and unbridled strength?
If I told you more about me, would you read it? Would you tumble into words as easily as I do? Or would you skim the page, force a smile, tell me it was wonderful? I couldn’t do this without creativity. I couldn’t breathe if my world was flatter.
