

A blast from the past, found deep in my memories… I was so fucking naive. I don’t even remember how old I am in this picture, kind of sad. If you don’t know yet, I am a former dancer, among a host of other things. I struggled with an eating disorder back then, trying to be someone I was not. Think at my skinniest, my tits fit into a C cup, crazy to think about.
I also try to be a singer as featured in Kiki’s Krazy Game today (horrible representation cause I was in the car and sound was bad bad bad, I will redeem myself on that one later).
I am most definitely a writer. As witnessed below. Enjoy an intimate look into me as a flawed human being. I’m home now if you need me. 💋
***Here's the wonderful thing about depression.
It means connection to a deeper conscience. It means deeper thoughts, battling fears and raising hell.
It's not easy. It's not in any way comforting. It's a gift you don't want.
I have it. I learn to tackle it differently. A silent surrender, I listen and I wait until it has done with me. My bones are more surface. My skin is more torn. And each time I love myself more. Remember this part, this is a secret. When you have a moment of quiet, a moment that carries some light, promise yourself you will always love you, you are worth loving. End over end over end.
It's the shadow. The witch's cat. The coat that doesn't keep you warm. And it's mine. It comes and it goes. I no longer hide from it, running is pointless, pretending it's not there is more painful than accepting its presence.
I am me. In all forms. It's ok. It's ok. - 🖤🖤🖤***
*I am home now if anyone needs anything, specials are still going on tonight, message me.*