When I look at this photo I’m taken aback by just how defiant, proud, and assured I was. Years later, the world would try to crumble me, make me believe that I was anything less than undeniable. I was too fat, too Asian, to femme, too outspoken, too ugly, too foreign to exist. And so every night I was look in the mirror and almost believe every word that was thrown at me. Was I really unworthy of love? I asked myself. The adult me sometimes talks to this inner child that only wants to be seen, to be celebrated, to be uplifted. And I hope that young David is so proud of who he’s become — all of my flaws included. Come Monday, I hope all the young Davids in the world can celebrate who they are. No matter how the world receives you is none of your business. For you are loved, you deserve to be celebrated, you are undeniable in your good light. Shine on. 🦋🌙❤️