We all have a chance to be the superlative people we set ourselves to be in life. We have hopes, we have dreams and the greatest desires, and we want to have the brightest of futures. We all have an opportunity to be heroes. We can be whoever we long to be, and we should not let others dictate what we do with our lives. We must be ourselves, our true identities, and we should not have to change for others, to impress them. We must be true to ourselves and love the lives we are living. You are you, and I hope you never change.
While it’s no surprise that we’re big Taylor Swift fans in this household, something about this newest album release felt different. On the eve of the drop, anticipation ran high. Some of us drifted off to sleep with visions of glitter, feathers, and showgirls twirling in our minds. Others fueled up on caffeine, determined to stay awake until the clock struck twelve. And when it did—on October 3—we were ready for it. But this time, I chose sleep. The next morning, headphones in hand, I pressed play as soon as I woke up—and almost immediately, I felt something shift. Taylor’s music has always been deeply relatable—that’s never been in question. The Life of a Showgirl follows the forever-endearing The Tortured Poets Department, an album I adored with every ounce of my being. That record proved what so many of us already knew: Taylor is a poet at large. Naturally, expectations for this new album were sky-high. The Life of a Showgirl promised to peel back the curtain—to reveal life beyond ...
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