I never felt like I belonged in Minnesota when I was growing up there. That's why I was out the door as soon as I turned 18.

I felt like a dork growing up so this is shocking.

Growing up, I never felt like the pretty girl.

Growing up, I never imagined I would be an actor.

Growing up, one of my cousins was an out gay man.

Nobody could hold the same place in your heart as your sister. Love or hate her, she was the only person who grew up exactly like you, who knew the secrets of your household—the laughter that only the walls of your house contained or the screaming at a level low enough the neighbors couldn’t hear, the passive aggressive compliments or the little put-downs. Only your sister could know how it felt to grow up in the house that made you you.