 Just like if somebody said to me, I hate your blue hair. I do not have blue hair. I have like a strawberry blonde hair. I would not be hurt by that because that's not who I am. So if I would have known as a child that I am already loved, fully loved, fully accepted by God, that he loves me for who I am. He loves my enthusiasm. He loves my energy for him. That when that friend said to me, oh, don't get wild.