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How I would dress if I was skinny.... Oof.

I’m depressed, and I feel the need to apologise for that. I get it, I lay in bed all day and do nothing with my life. So sorry, I know you expect more from me. I’m sorry I’m disappointing you by doing nothing with my life. I’m sorry I haven’t gotten a better job, that I’m refusing to go school, or to have a life of my own. It’s just every god damn breath I take to do anything is just drowning me alive. I wish you would understand me when I speak, but it’s like gibberish to you.

some self thinspo.

it’s August. you wake up, arms lifting high above your head, towards the front of the bed, in a gentle yawn. you note their weightlessness, how easy it is to wrap a full hand around the other. your fingers, once plump, are now bony — you can see the pink of your knuckles blush vibrantly against the paleness of the rest of the hand, illuminated by the sunlight streaming through the window.

you turn over, and suddenly it all comes rushing back towards you. it’s the first day of college. last night, you and your roommate chatted for hours about your similarities, and for once, you’re not jealous. you look at her, and see yourself — you are both beautiful. skinny. her body and beauty are not a threat to you. you are finally one of the pretty ones. you belong in a room with her.

while she sleeps, you rise and dress for the unusually chill morning. finally, you can wear skirts; your thighs don’t rub against one another as they used to, and they don’t split runs in the pristine white tights that cover them so elegantly. you slip on a blouse; it too is white and thin, but there’s nothing to see behind it. your fat rolls don’t press against the fabric, and the only thing sticking out are your collarbones. over it you layer a cardigan, and pull the sleeves up over your sharp elbows. despite the chill weather, you intend to show off the wrists you worked so hard for off.

you then move to the bathroom, to brush your hair and teeth. makeup isn’t necessary, you’re already near-perfect just by your weight. but today, you slide a single swab of lipgloss across your lips, and a bit of mascara across your eyelashes.

god, you’re so ethereal.

as you walk out the door with your bag, you appreciate the lightness of your steps. for the first time in forever, you are confident. you are ready to take on the world. and you are skinny.

Whattup I’m Jared I’m 19 and I never learned how to gain any goddamn self control.

Just because. 👏 You don’t. 👏 Like somebody. 👏 Doesn’t mean. 👏 You can. 👏 Disrespect. 👏 Their pronouns. 👏

Respecting somebody’s gender and pronouns isn’t optional under any circumstances. Not respecting calling somebody by their preferred pronouns is discrimination.

Respect everyone’s gender and pronouns don’t. You don’t get to pick and choose.

An aesthetic for a Ren who is recovering after cutting ties with an abusive Strade. Hope you like it!

— mod strawberry 🍓ˎˊ˗

the eye searing arcade/bowling alley carpets are beautiful

Non-dysphoric trans people are more powerful than any tru//scum. Die mad.