2 years on hrt today πyear by year i see the girl inside growing, that never felt like her skin was her own. a flower that began to bloom from a fractured glass ceiling. with time, grace, and self love, i see the girl i always have been & the woman i have grown into xoxo π
have been too much of a pussy to leave my apartment unless absolutely necessary all because thereβs a wasp nest above my door and one already got inside. iβm going to cry GET OUT !!!!!