Wait, What’s a onesie? I thought it was that thing I put on my child…. I’m sooo confused.
But that does suck… I’m sorry I’m in a fit of laughter right now because I’m imagining a 6 foot tall man-child in a onesie with poop up his back…omg someone draw this for me… I’m an awful person I’m sorry to laugh at you but my imagination is too great.
- Me: *eats breakfast*
- Bowels: How dare you
Fuck this “trauma made me a better person”, “trauma made me who I was meant to become”, “it all happened for a reason” mentality. That may be true for you and that’s ok but being raped didn’t make me a better person. It made a person who is crippled by fear and kept from who she was meant to be. I refuse to credit him with improving my life or making me stronger.
How i explain most of my life choices.
is there a word for “i’m okay but it’s a fragile kind of okay so be gentle with me”?