First: we make each other feel good. Next: we build relationships in our communities to resist dystopia and build the new world in the shell of the old. Then: we kiss in the garden.
For 12 years I’ve been dealing with the scars of verbal abuse of my first boyfriend telling me I need to lose weight because I’d look better. I’m losing weight, but now it’s MY choice. Feeling proud of my body today.
I know it's been a long time since I posted... Recovering from a pretty major surgery. But I think my gains look good, especially my bigger boobies. Also them hips!
