mine: gregg sulkin

Grandma said a long time ago that Vietnamese people used to eat coconut frogs. They’d take a coconut and make a small cut and insert a tadpole. Then a few weeks later they’d open up the coconut to find a blind frog with white skin. It had the smoothest skin and the softest coconut-flavored meat.
For most of my life, I’ve been one of those tadpoles. Growing up in the strange world that never seemed right, but trying to fit in, to grow into a frog. (…)
I don’t deserve to live in a coconut, no one does. (…)
I will not be a white frog even if I’m weird or different or strange ‘cause you know what?
Everyone is different.
—  White Frog (2012)