Learning how to feed myself is a bit like throwing darts blindfolded at a bingo card with entries like "random nausea attack" "incredibly good food combination stumbled upon by chance because it's what I had left in the fridge" "stomach cramps" "stomach cramps And nausea attack" "mid rushed slopbowl because I suddenly remembered that A Tomato isn't a meal" and a nice "remembered to make the recipe they bought ingredients for instead of making other shit" every so often. We are getting there though I made borscht today
You know what’s kinda chic?
Wearing what makes you happy. Dressing for yourself. Taking up space in bright colors. Knowing who made your clothes. Supporting independent artists. And refusing to let anyone tell you what your body can or can’t wear.
Also giant pockets. Giant pockets are very chic.
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if you make up a new gendered binary to sort people into and nonbinary people ask "well where do I fit into this?" and your answer is "that depends on the sex you were assigned at birth" well I dont think thats very good, tbh
"If you remove the trans part, then trans men-" Okay and if I remove the "gummi" from "gummi worms" then I'm doing something gross and dangerous to my health when I eat a package. What is your point here?























