I love Nanette

Oh my God. Nanette by Hannah Gadsby is life changing.

I watched it yesterday and have felt winded ever since. It made me realise how much cultural bullying I have internalised.

When she said this:

I practically sobbed aloud. As a cancer patient I have been absolutely mutilated by surgery and radiation. I have been absolutely broken. But at the same time I have survived, and I am proud of my resilience.

Apparently she has a book coming out next year. I can’t wait.

Until then, I will be watching Nanette again. Just as soon as I get my breathe back.