MY GRANDMA GOT ALL A’S IN “ETIQUETTE” (YES THAT WAS AN ACTUAL CLASS IN HER HIGH SCHOOL) AND SHE TOLD ME, “DEAR,” SHE SAID,
“YOU NEVER CROSS YOUR LEGS, YOU CROSS YOUR ANKLES. BUT THE GREAT THING ABOUT YOU LIVING IN THIS GENERATION IS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FOLLOW MY GENERATION’S RULES. SIT THE WAY YOU WANT. IF SOMEONE LOOKS UP YOUR SKIRT, JUST TELL THEM YOUR AUNT MARY WILL KILL THEM.”
WHICH IS TRUE
MY AUNT MARY HAD A SWITCHBLADE IN A SPECIAL POCKET OF HER NIGHTGOWN UNTIL THE DAY SHE DIED
I'm a love addict and an addict of self harm, 1 year clean of my self harm addiction. I can say I'm better and I can say I'm recovered, but this is who I am. I am insecure about the way I look. I am terrified of leaving my house. But I believe in positivity changing things. I channel this pain into my art. Tumblr literally saved my life, through inspirations for fellow chubby bunnies, love addicts, and self harm addicts. I post my art, pictures, and just cute, silly things that make me smile in hopes that I can help someone with the same problems as me one day.
My blog is rather ecclectic.
I have many self diagnosed anxiety problems which ended up being real because the doctors didn't hesitate to dope me up with some of the highest doses the moment they saw the severity of my anxiety. Over the years I have struggled with a mild version of agoraphobia. I have insomnia, three types of asthma, anemia,severe dysmenorrhea, an estrogen overload, lack of testosterone, lack of progesterone, and listless allergies, many of which are food allergies. I have broken my ankle, and my knees don't stay in the sockets. I had 5 foot surgeries between January 2011 and June 2011. Currently, I'm having severe back problems that have taken over and destroyed my life so I'm not around much anymore.
I'm a vegan.
I'd like to be a professional cosplayer/model.
I'm going to college to get my degree in Early Childhood Education. I work at a home daycare run by Muslims who speak in Arabic in front of me and then don't translate.
I don't know how to take compliments.
I'm used to being treated like I'm less than I am.
Everyday is about becoming better. It's about working towards my goals. It's about seeing myself as I am.
In 2013, I recovered from a self harm addiction I'd had for ten years.
2014 is about recovering from body dysmorphia.