Im just over the whole “trying to be liked” shit, as well as over “trying to be an ideal fantasy creature”.
Im not a living doll, Im prickly and soft and unpleasant and sexy and a universe unto myself. All at once. Im magic and sedentary and cutting. Alot of things that arent cute, even if I am.
Self-acceptance has entailed embracing the shit that makes me “not” a lady, “not” likeable, “not” sexy.