the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
The neurodivergent experience of being unable to catch feelings for someone without it completely dysregulating you and throwing your entire life out of balance
I'm gaining weight for my joy, my body goals and because its my kink. no one is forcing me.
goals may change, just like circumstances change, but the kink will remain.
screenshot this if you want for reasons :P