Thou shall not try me.
Mood 24:7 .... But real talk here, go ahead if you want to. I've kind of forgotten what it's like to feel shame.
I'm a fat, married 27 year old queer. A disabled woman and "adult oriented" worker with mental health issues, history of substance abuse, and a survivor of sexual and domestic abuse. I'm empathetic and compassionate. In my free time I talk about my life experiences in hopes it can help others. I am quite literally the kind of person I needed when living through my abuse. I've got a husband who adores me. My best friend, adventure partner, and crazy man who moved halfway across the country to be with me. And a cat I've taught to play fetch and roll over. I paint, create, craft, cook, Etc etc.
The fuck you think you're going to shame me for? The fat part? Sweetie, that is the least interesting thing about me.