Too many customers today refuse to try things on because they ‘hate their legs’. These babies are blotchy, hairy, scarred, cellulite ridden, and have carried me through 21 years of life and that is fucking beautiful. Fuck this unattainable idea of ‘perfection’ and respect the beauty that comes with humanity.
She hides in the waiting room, going through the massive list of reasons as to why she is not dentist-ready. (at HCF Dental Centre)
Living in Newtown is by far my favourite life event on my timeline so far. Every time I step outside my front door I just want to do more things and be more than the person I was yesterday.
Putting draw space on our coffee table was the best of ideas. So many different people and different doodles.
I live for the 15 minute windows before work when I can just sit on the cold Lino whilst eating Oreos and starring blankly at my phone.
This week is a particularly bad mental health week.
I have spent the last few days wondering why I reach out to support so many people and so few genuinely ask how I’m doing, let alone attempt to support me when I need it most.
I fucking hate this facade of perma-strength I have created.
I’m really starting to resent how much of my life is being sapped away by my job.