Mom, Dad, I'm TRANSitioning.Dear Mom & Dad, I've been wondering how to go about this for the longest time now, I mean... ever since the 6th grade. Honestly, I got my hair cut the way I did to reflect who I'd rather appear to be: A guy. I identify as genderfluid, which is someone who identifies as a dynamic mix of boy and girl mentally. Sometimes I may feel more like a girl one day, while others I feel more like a guy. There is something called dysphoria, which means it's a period of time in which I am resentful of my body since it is female and not male, or I am resentful of my mind not always matching up with my body. I wanted to tell you that I feel more comfortable presenting as a guy. If at any point you thought I was completely feminine, it's because that's what I saw around me. Humans with vaginas wear make up and frilly dresses while humans with penises wear jeans, boots, and sloppy old t-shirts. I thought that I didn't have a choice or say in what I fealt comfortable with. Everyone else
The Notebook Project-New Ways To Use Your NotebookIt has recently hit me that often times when I get a new notebook, I honestly have no idea what I really want to use it for. I admittedly have an obsession with notebooks, whether I plan on using them or not, I could buy an entire shelf at a time if permitted. I realize that this terrible epidemic effects not only me, but many others as well! That's right, you're not alone!I just bought a stunning little notebook from my nearby craft store with a beautiful leather cover, a pearl white ribbon bookmark, and beautiful pages framed with gold! As soon as I got home, I realized I hadn't thought of what to put in it. The search began on google, and I've found some rather cool ideas to fill those pretty little pages you've been neglecting!I've compiled a list of ways to fill up that notebook of yours~1. A biography. Imagine you have kids one day, they will want something to remember you by when they're off on their own or you've passed to the other side. Write about your favorite m
When Your Back's Against The WallHer feat pounded heavily on the peddles, the breeze was pushing gently on her freckled face as more cement was put behind her. She could only think clearly enough to go to one place. This place was the only place she ever went when she needed a break. When she felt the anger risin, this is where she came. When she could barely see through her own tears, this is where she came. When she needed to think, this is where she came.She was seething to the point of no return now. Thinking about it was the last thing she wanted to do, but it was the only thing running through her mind. Her bike hit the dirt and she flopped onto the grass. She turned onto her back and looked at the sky. "Breathe." She thought. "You're letting him get to you. He's trying to upset you, don't let him. Remember what Mom used to tell you." Her mind was filled with countless thoughts, but as she relaxed, her worries sunk into the earth. Pleasant thoughts of her mother forced a small smile on her face. She was back in
Words LiveDo you realize your words live?They are forged in your mind,and they are born through your mouth.As soon as you let them free,they take on a life of their own.They become what they were meant to be,they are what you intended them to.They can hurt,and they can heal.It's wise to choose before you deal,since you can not control how others feel.When you let them fly,anger,domination,power runs through your veins.You feel victorious,you think you've put me where I belong:below you.Regret,loneliness,isolation,run through mine.I feel ruined,I think I do not belong;I believe I have no place...like I am a waste of space.Your words may be concrete,heavy and cold,etched with permanence.Your words can be a balloon,lifting and light,sending my spirits flying.Who do you want to be?