This portrait shot by Francesco Scavullo has always been my favorite. I remember looking at it and thinking how incredible it must feel to be not only an athlete of that proportion but to embody masculinity so effortlessly.
In 1985, my 1st year after leaving Indiana for Washington I met Bruce Jenner. He was sweet, shy and I remember shaking his hand and looking into his eyes. I didn’t understand it nor could I explain it later when my friends asked what was Bruce Jenner like? He was a girl.
It’s complicated, complex and difficult especially for anyone from my generation who loved the image. But for anyone who has known the pain living a lie, hiding, feeling alone because they are unable to share their personal truth. That threat of knowing they will disappoint and hurt others. Who is going to love the real me?
I can’t imagine they don’t share empathy in Bruce Jenner’s story. I know I do…
We all deserve authentic, truthful and happy lives.