Can I change this later?

For example:

Karen Page - Page - Journalist

Foggy Nelson - Nelson - Irish

Everything feels croppy or overly sexualized or it just has a shitty fit that isn't made for anyone with a functional body.

And it seems to have only gotten worse with the push towards fast-fashion and places like Shien and Wish gettong more popular.

I want to look like a comfy, chaotic academic. I want to have a snatched waist as I pace back and forth like a lunatic while discussing philosophy.

Went for a walk. There was this big buff guy jogging who passed me.

Didn't think much of it and kept walking.

20 minutes later, I see him sitting on a bench on his phone and I'm still walking.

Unlike Greenland, which is physically possible, but difficult due to the early implementation of travel bans, North Sentinel was physically incapable of recieving travel under any circumstance.

Wait, lemme riff on this.

Lin also wrote In The Heights, and one of the songs, "When You're Home" talks about subway maps, and the main character thinking that the Bronx was a magical place in the sky (akin to heaven) because it was uptown; that she was on top of the world (being in Washington Heights).

I'm 18 and all my friends are mid-20's/early 30's.

It's a weirdly healing experience because I finally get to be "the young one". But also like... I'm going to a baby shower on Friday.

One of my college classes is TAUGHT by my friend

Apparently once you push through the gifted kid burnout, you get a bunch of 30-year old friends. And like... they don't do the thing adults have done my whole life where they act like my opinions are irrelevant because of my age.

They are actually, straight-up friends.

Me: Alright, it's late at night. I should get some schoolwork done.

*opens phone because 2 factor auth is a thing*

*sees work scheduling app opened*

Me: Oh crap, I still have to get teams coordinated for work. Let's find the mass-doc with all the contact info so I can reach out.

*clicks the wrong doc, opens the on-boarding doc*

Me: Oh, I still need to reach out to the new people on our team

*spends 20 minutes sorting out trainings and messaging newly inaugurated folks*

*opens phone again because boredom. Sees scheduling app from before*

Me: Oh, right. That.

*Opens PROPER doc this time, shoots out a few texts to scheduled folks*

Me: It's 11:44. I don't want to wake anyone up, and it looks unprofessional to be sending out texts right now.

*sets up scheduled messages to be sent out at 8am tomorrow*

Me: Wow. I was so productive. Bed time!

...Then why do you hate your body? Something that was handmade just for you? Something created so wonderfully that science has yet to determine half of it's mechanisms.

What if those "imperfections", those brushstrokes, and misplaced carvings were the mark that you were made one-of-a-kind? Not by machine precision, packaged and made 100% perfect in symmetry and design, but handmade, designed with love and care.

Instead you tell the creator to his face that it's too wide, too imperfect, too messy, too flawed.