I spent this afternoon watching Lady Gaga's return to the stage at the iTunes music festival in London.
Can I just say I thoroughly enjoyed myself. She played all new music which was great because she has been out of the public eye for so long after her broken hip ended her tour.
Justin hates that I love her but she's great. She's a great songwriter and performer. I really relate to her. Not to mention...her so-called weirdness is what helped me out of the depression I was in after my dad was killed in 08.
Her crazy looks and catchy lyrics paired with the intelligence that comes out when she interviews intrigued the hell out of me. I spent months researching her past interviews and songs before she was Lady Gaga and basically it occupied my mind long enough for me to stop dwelling on myself.
Now, going through this pregnancy with this cancer living in my body I am so thrilled that she is back because it gives me something new to experience over these months until I can get treatment. I need her. I need my family too but it's different. I just need this fun, beautiful person who I relate to and understand. I need to see her doing what she loves. It makes me believe that I can do this. I can get through this. Look at what she's been through and look at her accomplishments. People and things try to bring her down but she's not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to beat this cancer. My baby is going to have a mother who knows how to persevere.
When my child asks me about the tattoo on my foot, I'm going to tell them. I'm going to tell them I got it to remind me who brought me out of my depression. Little did I know when I got it she would be my strength for so much more.
