Mind If I Come Over And Behave Somewhat Like A Scared Animal Before I Adjust

Man, when I was like 16 I got so sick of being made fun of for being the fat kid that I took an axe down inna woods, chopped down a tree, and started doing log-lifts all the time. I got strong as fuck, but I didn’t lose no weight. I actually got bigger.

Same thing happened when I got into fighting. I got even stronger, and I got *fast*, man, and nimble, like a cat. Still chubby.

Body-building culture is a bunch of crap, my dude. Functional muscle is not necessarily toned or lean. You can be swole as hell and still be heavy. And that’s cool.

Embrace your inner barbarian. And when fatphobic little gym twinks try to body shame you, you should DESTROY THEM with your MIGHTY AXE

just remembered music is real

This post is for fans of MUSIC only

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Wish I had a brain 😔

your brain gets head but your smart gets dumb

Favorite adderall review

I feel like we have a spiritual successor to None Pizza with Left Beef: NONE CHEESEBURGER.

You are not alone. You are not different. Every trans girl has stood where you stand now, looking at the reflection in the mirror and wondering if she will ever recognize herself. Every single one of us was given a hand we never asked for, a role we never chose—but now, we hold the power to rewrite our story.

It’s easy to feel like you’re falling behind, like you’re somehow less than because your body isn’t changing fast enough, because your voice isn’t quite where you want it to be, because you don’t feel as feminine as you know you are. But let me tell you a secret—every trans girl has felt that way. We’ve all stared at ourselves and asked, why am I different? Why does it feel like I’ll never get there?

But you will. Because you’re not behind. You’re not failing. You’re becoming. And becoming takes time.

You are perfect in your own way—right now, in this moment. No one can take that away from you. You deserve the time to grow into yourself, to bloom in ways you never thought possible, to embrace the beauty of who you are and who you are becoming.

And when you do? Oh, love, the world won’t know what hit it.

So take your time. Give yourself grace. Love yourself fiercely. You are worth it.

Sending all my love to you, wherever you are. You’ve got this.

Labels

Why is there so much pressure

to give a name to certain parts of me?

How I feel,

how I love,

what I am.

I don’t know what my feelings are,

I just feel.

I don’t know what kind of love I experience,

I just love.

I don’t know what to call my identity,

I just am.

Some labels may be close,

but don’t feel quite right.

They trap me in a cage of expectations,

what people expect me to be,

because of the label I use.

I don’t need a word to describe myself

to know that I am me.

have this

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