Released: Conversations on the Eve of Freedom

by Gypsy-Rose Blanchard

I just remember seeing Joey glammed out on the red carpet, the stark contrast of our lives casting a dark shadow over me. Here I was in my prison cell wearing my prison uniform, eating my disgusting prison food, while Hollywood celebrated itself. All I could think was, This girl tried to play me, and I had no control over it.

It’s inevitable that the things that my mother did and said, and how I was raised, will affect certain decisions and behaviors moving forward, but I don’t want them to. I want clarity on how I live and what I choose to carve out for myself and my future family. That will take work—but I’m a hard worker.