TRIGGER WARNING LONG POSITIVE POST ABOUT POSITIVITY AND FIRM MANBOOBS Parts of 2018 have been horrifying and nightmarish and driven me to the depths of my capacity for coping and acceptance, and the fact I didn't actually kill myself is kind of a miracle (sorry but not sorry also). Recently, someone I had only known for a short period of time basically told me *Vince Russo voice* "CPA: fix ya self-deprecation and communication, bro" (Not their exact words, obv). Initially, I was like "pffft what the shit do they know?" But it got me thinking about my idiotic behavior in the wake of hard times, nonetheless. Weirdly, I woke up a few days later and kind of started to feel better about things. In slow strides, I've grown to kind of like myself for the first time in my life. Maybe other people don't, but this ain't about them. Wrestling in trunks and seeing the solid gains I've made bodywise has certainly expedited this process, no diggity, no doubt. But I digress. In short, in the words of one of my favorite bands, "no more tears, no more cryin', no more sighin', lyin', or dyin'." I'm ready to crush the Earth with my new self-liking. Fight me (also put me on your local outlaw wrestling shows). I forgot where I was going with this, but I'm kind of okay now, and I think I'm allowed this one positive post in a lifetime. Anyway, to commemorate this momentous occasion, here's me, Kip, and a guy dressed up as a chicken. I love you. 💪😍 #girlswithink #bodypositive #hivpositive #goals #howtheturntables #michaelscottpapercompany #youmiss100percentoftheshotsyoudonttake (at Create A Pro Wrestling Academy) https://www.instagram.com/p/BmhfU16g-zY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=7wkvp15ykj3h