After randomly reading about her whilst still a teenager growing up in Fresno, California…looking back now, from the perch of A Certain Age, I can say with all certainty:
SHE CHANGED MY FUCKING LIFE.
Because of Miss Diana Vreeland, I no longer had to (impossibly and futilely) strive to be THE PRETTIEST GIRL in the world. After reading about DV…my ambition became striving to become THE MOST FIERCE and FABULOUS. She was, in every sense of the word, MY LIBERATOR.
When I heard they were making a documentary about her grand and glorious and GAMECHANGING life a few years ago, I demanded to see it with both my husband AND my gusband flanking me in the dark theatre. I LITERALLY BELLY CRIED FROM THE FIRST FRAME TO THE LAST.
I am who I am today…because of Miss Diana Vreeland.
NEVER FORGET: You don’t owe SHIT…to ANYONE.
“You don’t have to be pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone: not your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not your coworkers, especially not random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother; you don’t owe it to your children. You don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female.” ― The MAGNIFICENT Diana Vreeland