Leslie F*cking Jones

by Leslie Jones

You better live because muthafuckas be dyin’. I wanted to do jokes I had never done before. I needed to find joy again. I need to feel like I’m eating steak, not rabbit food. So I started doing hard shit. Figuring it out.

Every race goes through something—Black, white, Spanish, Asian… No one is free of fucked-upedness. We’ve all got baggage. But if we could just have some compassion for each other’s baggage, everything could be solved so much differently.

When you’ve got too much time on your hands you end up obsessing on little bullshit.

You think you’re not like everybody else? Real talk: You are a replica of seventeen other muthafuckas.

might have been the feeling that New York was still a hope, rather than a sure thing, and LA now felt like a place I used to live, with people I used to love. So here I was, adrift in Kansas, serial killers behind every motel door, just so scared.

You don’t need to be anyone but who you are. So many of us are trying to escape from who we are. Stand in yourself. I swear, if you start that work, you will be amazed to find out you are awesome. There is only one you.

live through your trauma, stop running from yourself—you are your best friend. Think about it—would you let someone hurt your best friend? No. Do the same for yourself. You will get the biggest reward: happiness,

Grant yourself some grace