"Cheers to the miles it took to get here.
Cheers to the the nerve it takes to forget who we are."
It's not the whole song, it's those lines.
I grew up with an idea of who I was, what my value was, & what I could do....
There was NO part of me that questioned that. I loved to sing, but never believed I "deserved" to be on stage...
"Who do you think you are?" was like a curse, a reverse-mantra. It was with me every step I took. Shame & the voices of boys I grew up with...
It probably did. How could it not, really?
And that affirmed for me what I knew - my job was to be pretty.
It was revolutionary. I could forget who I thought I was. I could do a different thing. So I did.
"Cheers to the miles it took to get here.
Cheers to the the nerve it takes to forget who we are.
I really, really had to work hard to shed the garbage (I'm still doing it) but I started writing, finished the book, got a writing job, editing jobs, etc, slowly weaned my identity away from beauty.