Trans women in the UK, you are so loved. You are so, so loved. This may be a huge blow, but we'll recover, we have to. Don't give up, don't ever give up. I love you.
Hello, where have you been, man or woman? I wanted to tell you that you are now reading this post, either at work, on your break, or with your family, having a good time. I don't know, but what I want you to know is that I am now writing this post after I was forced to flee.
Focus on my words. I was forced, under the intensity of the aerial and artillery bombardment, to flee from my home to another place. Why? (Just to search for safety). Imagine, just to stay safe. This will not end here, and I am also suffering from a lack of food and water. This is our life. It is truly difficult. What I am going through cannot be described, but rather lived
I mean in my words that no matter how much I write, say, document, or take videos and photos, it will not be enough to describe our situation. Therefore, my friend, I ask you to donate to me if you can, and if you cannot, and I truly appreciate everyone's circumstances, just share. Maybe someone else who has the ability to donate will see this post and donate, so please donate.
Stop boymoding. Stop boymoding now. Get your tits out. Take estrogen. Dress how you long to. STOP BOYMODING
what sucks about being fat and having the inevitable internalized fatphobia is that you end up feeling guilt from both sides at once. You're having a real dysphoric day and you start to feel bad about your weight and the moment you do the guilt hits, 'cause you know you "shouldn't" feel bad about it, and it becomes this really frustrating cycle of being mad at yourself for being fat and mad at yourself for being upset about being fat and it just sucks.