I think the FierceFeminist is a perfect way recapture why I started blogging in the first place. I wanted to share stories, change opinions with what I wrote and just have fun with it.
I am tired most days because my joints work hard to keep me upright. Chronic pain is unseen, unheard and half the time it is never known about.
I was up the stream, I had no paddle, I had no way to get back... yet, to me, I was doing pretty well. I was still floating, who cared if I would never reach land again?
Everyone has a different definition of feminism, but one that includes the idea of hatred and superiority isn't what feminism stands for.
I would get through my break up by myself. I would find it liberating, I would find some happiness through the clouds of loneliness that clouded me.
I'm sorry, I let you down...
I want my brother to grow up to be a man who is not overshadowed by toxic masculinity.
Positive people only.
I have to be okay with days of silence after 4 years of having someone who would text me every day. There will no longer be that comfort that there is someone who wonders what I'm doing, who thinks of me when they're alone, who knows when I'm not myself.
What does skinny feel like? And can I buy it on eBay?