the me inside feels like this
relevant once again
24 years old. Queer. New York. BA in Gender Studies. Counseling student. Germanophile, writer, reader (see my books here), feminist, runner, writer, lover, Nerdfighter. More about me :) In recovery from an eating disorder & PTSD, living with depression. Trigger warnings always apply, please take gentle care. What's up, babycakes?
This is me at last year’s NEDA Walk in NYC. My mom, dog, and I all went. Not only was I there as a survivor/recoverer, but I also interned at NEDA last year. Recently I’ll be helping the Youth Group director at my church talk about eating disorders to his students because the church groups are doing a program about food justice. I post a lot of info on tumblr and Facebook as well, and speak up in my classes when relevant. Yay advocacy!
"I am going to go take a shower and poop, and when I get back I expect you to have prepared a speech about why Pip is the best dog in the world."
oh my God I’m not old enough to move out I’m going to miss my mom and my dog and my house and my church and my town sobbing breakdowns
triggered by anything
embroidering handkerchiefs as thank-you-for-baptizing-me gifts for my pastors & watching Veggie Tales with my teddy bear and dog while sipping water out of my “die Sendung mit der Maus” water bottle, texting with my boyfriend, and wearing leggings + dog socks + a huge t-shirt of my uncle’s
this is me :)