“Her” FB apology
Ashlee Marie Preston
October 14 at 2:51 AM ·
At the height of my meth addiction (8/9 years ago) I made a series of racially insensitive and homophobic tweets. I wasn’t out yet, and was dealing with internalized transphobia while homeless in a neighborhood where I felt culturally inferior. I’d stay up for days on end, tweeting from an impaired conscious—while shadow-boxing (via tweet) with anyone who made me feel less than.
Although those tweets were resurfaced as a political play at those who don’t deserve to be involved; I take full responsibility for my actions and deeply apologize to those I’ve offended or hurt. I also apologize to those indirectly impacted by these developments. At over 7 1/2 years clean and sober; I’ve learned to make amends when I’m wrong and to take complete accountability for my actions. I didn’t have the education, information, mentorship, or cultural competence I have now. I’m also not strung out on drugs and have a clear heart and mind, today.
My life in recovery has been a living amends in and of itself; and I fully intend to keep fighting on the frontline for the rights of ALL marginalized people—as I’ve proactively done over the years and present day. While I deeply regret the past; It’s a poignant reminder of how far I’ve come in my healing, growth and personal development—and why maintaining my recovery is of the utmost importance. My life has always been an open book and I’ve never shied away from any details of my journey—no matter how unsettling, unflattering, or exposed they make me feel. My imperfections, shortcomings, and connection to vulnerability are exactly what my platform was built on; and I fully lean into the discomfort of growth.
Again, I apologize for my past actions; and am thankful to those who know exactly who I am—and choose to love me through this moment. And to the people who dug up those tweets; thank you. I mean that with full sincerity. This gave me the opportunity to continue evolving; while clearing out the residual wreckage of my past. We can’t heal what we don’t reveal; but I’m prepared to delve deeper.
liz sure can pick=em, damn...
At the height of my meth addiction (8/9 years ago) I made a series of racially insensitive and homophobic tweets. I wasn’t out yet, and was dealing with internalized transphobia while homeless in a neighborhood where I felt culturally inferior. I’d stay up for days on end, tweeting from an impaired conscious—while shadow-boxing (via tweet) with anyone who made me feel less than.