Everybody's got skeletons in the closets. Every once in a while, you've got to open up the closet and the let the skeletons breathe. Half the time, the very thing you think is gonna destroy you or ruin you is the very thing that nobody cares about. My advice to people with skeletons is to dust them off every now and then-- as long as your closet's aint full of them. It's not good to have more than two or three.
I had a rough spot about being a goody-goody Mormon, and not drinking or smoking. But I'm kind of grateful I've got this image now. There are no skeletons in my closet. What you see is what you get.
All of us struggle to live up to the image that's drawn for us. Perfect body, perfect skin, perfect house - we are put in a frame with a picture that 'others' decide for us. If we work to live up to just that, when will we do what we like?
The difference between being in the closet and out of the closet as a gay man is such a huge shift. I feel so connected still to that 22-year-old, but the idea that I was not open with that part of my life - which I am now so open about - is sort of surreal.
Everything has been written. Everybody knows everything about me. There are no secrets. Except the skeletons in my closet.
I think accurately presenting a trans character means not presenting them as perfect - I think there's been a pressure to do this with trans characters. They can have no flaws because they must represent the entire trans community.
I wake up in the morning and my heart is light, man. It's not heavy. I don't have skeletons in the closet on their way out.
I think if I'd ever had any skeletons in the closet, they'd have been out a long time ago.
Not many skeletons left in my closet because I invite them to dance all over the front room!
We are one of many appearances of the thing called Life; we are not its perfect image, for it has no perfect image except Life, and life is multitudinous and emergent in the stream of time.
My thing was always about individuality and about creating a world - because you don't just wear clothes, you live a life. You have style. You project who you are.
This feeling is not unlike the sinking in one's stomach when one is in an elevator that suddenly goes down, or when you are snug in your bed and your closet door suddenly creaks open to reveal the person who has been hiding there.
Everyone is comparing lives on social media and wants the perfect body, perfect image, perfect outfit, perfect life - we're striving for this perfection, and it's so unhealthy because there's no such thing as perfection.
'Better Than Home,' the song, is about getting out of your hiding place and having the courage to live as loud as possible. It is about feeling the life that has been given and has been waiting for you all along.
I have far too many skeletons in my closet to think about any sort of serious mention of public office.
A holy life does not live in the closet, but it cannot live without the closet.