Good morning, from somewhere under here... Every morning, my dad sends me a quote to start the day and today’s really got me. “Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese.” - G.K. Chesterton
And ya know what? He’s so right.
Always in a hotel these days... I’m continuing with the brave attitude, because dysmorphia has been kicking my ass lately. I’m almost 30, I’m trying to embrace body positivity and get over this🤘🏻
I’m scared as hell posting this kind of thing, and you know I don’t usually, but I’m proud of the progress I’ve made with my mind and body this last year. I feel confident, more in tuned with who I am and what I believe, and darn it if I don’t feel sexy sometimes too. So, screw it, Je m’en fous 🤘🏻💕🤘🏻
And today is this hairy bugs 3rd birthday. She was SO SMALL when she first came home, so she looked like a little hairy bug. Soon learned her black hair would grow out on her head and make her look like she was balding and also is a big grunter first thing in the morning, so she soon went from hairy hug to old man. Love her so! 🥰
It’s this fluffy bean’s birthday today! Only 4 years old, but the soul of an old lady. I still remember picking you up from the airport, picking a flower to celebrate you coming home finally. Love you like nothing else, my little old lady. 💕
Gliding into 2020 with glitter and, hopefully, grace. ✨✨✨ 2019 was insane, though I wouldn’t change it for the world.
The freedom, strength, creativity, and excitement I’m carrying with me into 2020 is something I didn’t think I’d ever feel as strongly as I do, but here we are.
Here’s to a new decade bitches xx
🙈 Ready for the new year, a refreshing beginning, feeling free, can finally breathe again.
Let’s break out of our shells in 2020, shall we?