I now make half my living as a wedding singer, and I got no shame about that. Being a wedding singer is possibly, by far, the best job I’ve ever had.
Everyone has to deal with obstacles, after all, so most everyone can relate to / empathize with struggle; whereas we don’t all get trust funds or rich, supportive partners. Those are distributed inequitably. But so, for that matter, is talent.
“Your father,” she said, “never spent a penny of his money on you. You were in ratty clothes, all but rags, but he drove a nice new car.”
BYO bathing suit and bath towel. Not for the downstairs pools; as we’ve established, those are safe spaces in which to be a baby again, to immerse yourself in womb-temperature water without fear of being judged for your pudge.