"Remember to hold trans men accountable for misogyny! They are just as horrible and broken and rotten and disgusting as cis men!"
"REMINDER THAT TRANS WOMEN ARE GODDESSES AND PERFECT AND 10x BETTER THAN ANY CIS WOMAN COULD EVER BE AND TRANS WOMEN CAN DO NO WRONG!"
reminder that this pussy bomb as fuck and taste like garlic fries made with love unlike this hoe who was obviously made of dirt and diarrhea
Everyday I wake up and I thank the Lord for waking me up. I begin my process to get ready for work. Then something hits me sometimes it’s while I’m still in bed most times it’s when I’m staring in the mirror 5 mins before it’s time to leave and I panic not because I’m late not because my eyebrows aren’t identical sisters not because of the imperfections on my face. Not that I truly care about my imperfections, I love the mole on my lip, the fulness of my bottom lip, the mark on my cheek,&& the light spot on my forehead. But it’s because deep down some part of me isn’t there, it’s like I’m searching for something that has always been missing. And for that I pain, my mood changes, I wash my face, I change my clothes, && attempt to try it again. I’ve never been the one to “Beat my face” I embrace my skin, I embrace my rolls, dips,&&curves. I feel more comfortable with my hair a mess, eyebrows more like distant cousins, leggings on && and a pair of sneakers. But that missing piece isn’t there so still I search I yearn for that thing that will complete me. That piece may forever go missing so everyday I repeat my process until one day without me knowing that piece will find me.