Another silly little outfit video for another silly little day. Each day of this new administration thus far has already been a doozy, remember we keep each other safe out there. I’ve got your back, can you get mine?

Feels like we've read this in a book before

Looking for a new home to post my silly little plus size outfit pics on. Is this the one?

Not Rock a bye bear getting a shout out 🙌

Sparked by a conversation with my girlfriend #wlw

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I fell in love, fell out of love, questioned if love existed at all and uncovered how truly, deeply, madly in love I could be with myself. And that I will be forever grateful to have found.

Thanks for making it this far (7/7)

I started doing things for myself to nourish those newly discovered parts, things like writing making their way back into my life for the first time since I was 13. I found a new apartment, met new people and new ways of thinking. (6/7 haha gotcha)

looking for signs of life, was that there was a whole other part of me underneath all the infrastructure of my previous reality. Without all the structures built from other’s expectations, I could see for the first time ever really bits and pieces of my personality I had hidden away. (5/6)

In the middle of the nightmare that was my decimated existence, I did something I had never done before: slowed down. I let myself sit in the agony and grief of divorce, estrangement, observing how my landscape had changed. What I noticed as I turned the rubble of my old world (4/6)

straws. My world completely collapsed around me and I felt blind to it all, like how you can’t see through to the other side while in the eye of a storm. But eventually all storms end, and at the end of mine, I had a choice to make. Where the fuck would I go from here? (3/6)

but I did not know until this year how much loss would be as well. I lost family members, my best friend and partner, my dream home, and it felt like myself, in a steady decline of bad to worse over the course of a few years before the metaphorical camel’s back was broken by the thinnest of (2/6)

I was lucky enough to have my poems published, but as part of the application I had to complete an artist’s statement which was not included in publication. I’m pretty proud of it, so I thought I would share it here

Transformation has always been at the center of my personal journey (1/6)