If you’re a shitty friend towards me or do me wrong in any way, you can bet I will fucking call you out on it.
I’m tired of people just treating me like trash.
I sent my dad a picture on Easter and he replied and asked how I was doing and stuff. So I was honest and told him about my recent visit to the hospital and about my PFTs and the prednisone. He read it and didn’t reply.
Anytime I mention the fact that I’m sick he ignores it.
He ignores me.
I wish my father would just once act like he cared about me. But apparently that’s too much to ask of narcissistic, mentally ill selfish man.
I’m actually content with the way my legs look right now. Which is a huge step for me. I’ve been using bio oil, coconut oil, and coco butter on my stretch marks and it’s made a huge difference! Lately I’ve also been using some firming gradual tanning lotion to put some color back into my whiteness and it’s making my skin look nice as well (: I can’t wait to get off of steroids and lose my prego looking belly so I can buy some shorts and dresses that actually fit, right now I only have one pair of shorts that fit.
I’m excited about tomorrow and the next day too. I’m going to buy more beads and stay with Brendan and drink a little and eat good food and play with beefy (: I’m also reapplying the blue to my hair tomorrow to darken it up!
So my mother is convinced that I am “squashing my internal organs” (her exact words) with my corset and that I’m impairing my breathing. I tried to explain that I’m doing it gradually and I’m in no pain at all but she still insists that I’m hurting myself 😤
"You carried me for 9 months, during which my growth partially pushed your internal organs upward into your chest cavity, impairing your lung capacity way more than I could with this garment."