THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.

The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.

AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.

I SAW THIS ON MY DASH THE OTHER DAY AND THOUGHT “ITS WORTH A TRY” SO I WISHED I COULD GET A 3DS

LITERALLY LIKE 4 DAYS LATER MY DAD SENT ME A PICTURE OF THE 3DS XL HE BOUGHT FOR ME WHILE I WAS AT SCHOOL

I used to get teased so badly in elementary school. I was called every name associated with being fat and tall. No boys liked me. Girls used me. And I grew really depressed at a really young age.

In middle school, the bullying turned violent. Boys were threatening to rape me, slit me throat, or flat out kill me. It was terrible.

One day, I came home crying. My dad told me, “if you come home, and you haven’t protected yourself, don’t come home. You better break somebody’s fuckin nose. You’ve been telling these teachers all year and they obviously don’t give a fuck. So you will. Go break somebody’s nose.”

And I did. And three others after that. For the rest of 7th grade, people were only nice to me because they didn’t want to get beat the fuck up. I honestly just wanted to be left alone (probably why I like being alone now). By 8th grade, I had homies. People I still fuck with. People that had their own tempers and shit. It was great.

I reference that time in my life a lot, the bullied girl getting respect by taking it, because I learned at a young age that NOBODY gives a fuck about you, nobody’s gonna protect you, and nobody’s gonna love you. These are all self-received.

As an adult, I have also learned that people’s insults are hardly ever clever. “Fat bitch” is usually people’s go-to insult. Which is hilarious because it’s obvious. Like. Duh.

I AM a big woman. In all my glory. Rolls and all (and I’ll still take yo nigga…..👆). I am bald headed, and loving every short coil on my bald little head.

Look at that picture. Just look at me. In a crop top in the middle of November so the whole world can see my tiger stripes. Tell me I ain’t rebellion-personified. Tell me my entire existence ain’t a big “fuck you” to people who hate I exist at all. You can’t. Because it is. And I am.