increasingly often, I feel like maybe there's two different kinds of being happy with how you look:
I'd imagine for most folks, these two align? I feel like I'm only just now discovering the latter, though. and I'm really glad I got even this far. it's really nice looking in the mirror and realizing you're actually kind of happy with what looks back. I kind of regret being afraid to take control of my body earlier. >M<
I'm really grateful for the internet. I'm really grateful for the queer and kink spaces that convinced me I'm not alone, and that I'm not some disgusting freak that will never find love.
I recently took a picture of myself, and I liked how my body looked; and I probably wouldn't have gotten there without these spaces, and all the freaks in my computer that occupy them.
y'all are great, and I'm really lucky that all of you were brave enough to exist, in spite of society's weird looks. good night, computer critters. <3
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thanks for reading!! :3