I’ve been watching a lot of TV recently whilst I sit in the one room of the flat I am allowed to. As I don’t have a live TV, I’m limited to online only. I treated myself to a Netflix account (fuck it if I’m going to be stuck watching TV, I’ll at least make it decent!).
I watched the usual crap zombie films to cheer me up, the old romantic movies whilst I stuffed Ben & Jerry’s into my mouth and unfunny comedies to dry my tears. Then I came across RuPaul’s Drag Race and everything changed.
I’ve always loved drama, strong women and outrageous costumes and this was like crack. Bitchy one liners, fierce makeup, glitter (so much fucking glitter!) and more beautiful, strong woman then you could shake a stick at.
After spending a day at work which can sometimes entail a 20 minute crying session in the loo or after a weekend of being told I’m a cunt, RuPaul and his Queen’s became my happy place.
No matter what had happened in the day, these ladies make me smile. They also give me strength when I can’t bear it anymore. They’ve taught me how to be a woman and how to hold my head up high and walk that catwalk like a panther. I hear their stories and realise they’ve survived bad situations (a lot of them worse then mine) and have found the strength not to let that one thing define them.
RuPaul always signs off the show by telling his girls “If you can’t love yourself, how the hell are you gonna love someone else?” and I intend to live by this.
And for that I thank you Mamma x