”One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear colors that I really like, I wear makeup that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.
once i got very drunk in a bar and my mum had to pick me up so i was trying to act normal by keeping the conversation so i asked her if shes a virgin and she looked at me with pain in her eyes and said “i wish i was”
imagine saying “i’m dad” to a dad. he responds with “hi dad, i’m—” but then he stops. fear strikes up in his eyes. YOU’re dad? he thought he was dad all along? what is his true identity? who is dad? what horrible mistake has he made