We project onto public figures all the time. We see our struggles in their tired eyes, our resilience in their comebacks. But this felt different. This felt like looking into a mirror that had been fogged up for years, finally clear.
There’s a strange kind of recognition that happens when you watch someone who looks like you — not just in bone structure or hair color, but in essence . The way they move through a room, the slight hesitation before a smile, the way they hold their own weight like a secret. lena paul she was me
Yes. That.