Today I told my sister that she has gained weight.

Which is objectively true.

Did I care about hurting her feelings?

Of course, but the affection I have for her outweighs even the risk of hurting her.

I didn’t judge her or laugh at her.

I just told her the truth, the truth she needed to hear.

Being a leader is difficult.

Sometimes you have to be the bad guy and be ready to accept the fact that you can’t please everyone.

You must always be able to tell the truth, even the most uncomfortable one, but that people need to hear.

Even if they don’t understand it.

Because it’s the best thing for people,

the truth.

That’s what it means to be a leader.

God damn it, though, if my sister is fat.