I Was Never the Leading Lady
- Destiny Kudelko
- Mar 10, 2019
- 3 min read
All throughout my career in the arts, I was never a leading lady. I was never the astoundingly beautiful, charming, and sought after woman that anyone was dying to cast in their show. No matter the amount of effort, love, and energy I brought to the stage, there was never a moment in time that made people think about me in that sense.
I remember I would cry every time I was cast as the fat girl, the funny side kick, the quirky loser. I was never the love interest, never the one that had her moment that showed her all of the hardship was worth it.
Really, I wasn't upset because I was never the love interest.. I was upset because not a single person ever thought it possible for me to be one. Closed minds aside, there is so much more to this.
Everyone always told me that it was clear I loved to perform because I radiated happiness whenever I was in the theatre, but deep down.. I was hurting. Both on stage and off, I had tormentors that made my days within the small town a living hell. There were few things that brought joy into my life, and one of the biggest ones was being a performer.
I put in years upon years into something to continuously get the same result and it was heartbreaking. I never got the lead, never got the solo, never got the chance to prove that I was something special trapped in this body that I want so desperately to escape. I was devastated.
But that’s the thing, I was devastated. For years I allowed these thoughts to creep into my head. Thoughts about how I would never be good enough because that’s how other people view me. The fat, annoying, and alarmingly odd young woman.
There are many things that I have learned while being away at school. I have learned that some of the people you thought would always root for you, are really the ones that celebrate when you fail. I learned that the people you think you might hate, may actually be some of the best. I learned that even though my entire life has revolved around being this stereotype, that I am so much more that my outward appearance.
I am filled with sunshine. I bring joy into the lives of those that I am with. I am an advocate. I fight for the rights of those who have little voice to do so themselves. I am a fighter. I overcome the obstacles that are always in my way. I am a performer. I have a need to create and entertain. I am a teacher. I share the knowledge of all that I have learned in my life through stories and writings. But most importantly, I am so much more that what I felt I was in high school.
By allowing myself to realize all the amazing things that make me who I am, I have come to the conclusion that I may never have been the leading lady then, but I’m the leading lady of my own design and I’m creating a story for myself that requires only that. All I’ve ever needed was my own approval and I think this may be it.
So it’s time I stop living in the shadows of all the people who seemed to outshine me then. I’m back, and this time I’m brighter than I have ever been.

There are many different ways that I have discovered I can ground myself when things become too much. More and more I am finding myself reach out to the people I love, even hearing their voice can calm me down. This is my chosen outlet to explore all that I am feeling. I tend to write when something is heavily weighing on me. If it isn't either of those, I go plunk out a tune on the piano and jam for a little bit. I've found that surrounding yourself with the things and the people that you love can make anything more bearable.
As for what I am creating here, I'm really just using this as my creative outlet. I…
Destiny, I witness this new inner freedom to co-create your reality. It was always there. Many 'beliefs' are formed from religious and cultural conditioning. Guessing you feel peace inside, grateful for the space you accessed by moving to college. Sounds like it was permission to step out of an old storyline! Indeed, you are fully the designer of your story. You are creating a religion and culture for future generations. What do you envision? Your blog post is a gentle reminder to me on a challenging day, reminding me to embrace practices to keep me in my co-creative space. The old rewrites itself into a healed story of strength and beauty, as you bloom. Keep writing. I am waiting…