Today I watched Kiki's delivery service for the first time. I cried a lot and I'm not quite sure why. I started reading 1984 because I'm scared for the future. Plus I want to get back into reading, it's been a long time. I cut my hair and took my cat on an adventure. He hated it but got some chicken at the end so I don't think he minds. My friend made soup for us. It's days like these I'm grateful for my humanity.
For years I didn't feel like a person and many people tried to take my personhood away from me. Simply because they saw me as different. Who gets to define my personhood but me?