My name is Brittany, and I am 17 years old. My family and friends are my world, and all my feelings are expressed through my art. Feminism, support, and my struggles to recover are the basis of my blog, as that makes up most of my life. If you are a happy go lucky person, i advise you not to look any further, merely hit the back button and move on. For this page is going to be my sanctuary, the place i let it all loose without restraint. so watch out, because the Silence Is Over.
Wanna see my loving side?
Watch out, you might just fall further into my spell :) <3
sometimes I realize there are people on my dash heavily burdened with horrible things
and I just desperately hope that you’ll be okay, you’ll find the strength to continue and do the right thing for yourself, you’ll make it through and be happy
all of you
socially transitioning pre-T is so awkward because you try so hard and you get to that point where you look kinda like a guy but some people have to ask if you are a boy or a girl and then you speak and they just think you are an extremly butch lesbian and it doesnt help when people you know use the wrong pronouns all the time.
in case nobody has told you today: you are hella bomb, hella cute, and anyone would be hella lucky to have you
Dear fat girls wearing crop tops: please. Continue. Don’t let anyone tell you you can’t. You’re so fucking cute!!! You look absolutely fabulous, if I might add, and your self worth isn’t determined on how men see you.
I never thought about my hips
until they went away.
I never thought about my breasts
until I bound them.
I never thought about the hair on my arms
until I grew more.
I never thought about the depth of my voice
until it resounded like the ocean.
I never thought about my reflection
until the day I saw myself in the mirror.
I never thought about me
until the day I chose to not be who you wanted,
and to be who I am.