this girl posted a picture featuring her cystic acne uncovered, something thatās extremely stigmatized, in order to make a statement and spread positivity.
thatās it. thatās all she did.
she didnāt say she was the face of people with acne or act like she has it harder than other people. she just shared a feature that iām sure sheās been shamed for and has struggled to love.
sheās literally 17-years-old and youāre 27. stop being a dick to kids when they havenāt done anything wrong.
when someone who stole a lot of your shit, spent over $1000 on your credit card which never got paid back, emotionally abused you and then continues to keep tabs on you is trying to sell in the same market now and using your photography to promote
i donāt generally get very upset about things like plagiarizing, artists i donāt get along with, etc but this is upsetting me.
just fyi i canāt even reblog the posts to claim photo credit so do not reblog from lamentedlocketsart unless you want to promote this person who completely fucked over my life and is now trying to profit from it and clearly making sure i canāt intervene because i canāt reblog from them or interact otherwise
people like this donāt belong in the community. i donāt usually resort to callout posts but iām done here. this isnāt just personal anymore. this is business related.
His name is Black and was adopted by the workers of a construction site in Antofagasta, Chile. He was found by some workers near the area, when he was just a kitten, and they decided to take care care of him. Ā The workers loved him and one of the cleaning ladies of the site designed some mini reflective jackets- and other outfits- for him. Ā He was officialy named foreman Ā and had its own access credential to the construction site.
I belive the constrution work finished on 2017 and he was adopted by one of the employees.
I am SUCH a sucker for the āgrisly, damaged adult man who has to suddenly care for and protect an abandoned child and itās NOT creepyā trope. like give me more reluctant makeshift dads pleaze
By the way, this is what I look like now. Finally got on testosterone on September 22, 2015. And I also achieved my dream of having a beard. Itās not the best beard, but itās mine and I love it.
Wow, I havenāt been active here for like 5 years now...
I donāt even know where to begin with this update. Iāve never made an update for being away this long before. I guess Iām going to try and give you guys the major details (if you guys even care that is, you probably donāt remember who I am lol)
So, my last post on here was about my grandma having cancer and being on the other side of the country from me. Unfortunately, on March 10, 2017 at 12:27am, my grandmother passed away from Leukemia. It broke my heart and almost a year later, Iām still devastated about it.
Back in February 2015, I went to a mental hospital for the first time ever. It was shitty, but I think I needed the break. I was so stressed out from culinary school and the 1 year anniversary of a really bad break up that I tried to kill myself. I probably wouldnāt have been able to handle another day of culinary school, honestly. It was hell. But a few days after I was discharged, I met my current boyfriend in person.
I mentioned him maybe once or twice, but I have a boyfriend who Iāve been with for almost 3 years now, since April 2015. His name is Al and heās a pretty awesome guy. He accepts me for being trans, only sees me as my gender, and he takes care of me when I need it (whether it be emotionally, physically, or financially). I love him and I hope that I can spend the rest of my life with him. We met online through meetme and decided to actually meet each other in person one day. After having a great time hanging out, we just kept seeing each other and one thing led to another.
I have three cats now. I still have Scampers. I also have a tortie named Jill and a torbie (tortie/tabby) named Temmie (yes, after the Temmies in Undertale). Theyāre little shitheads but I love them.
I moved to a new city for the first time in my life in August 2017. I moved from a small town in the middle of Georgia to about 15 miles north of Atlanta, GA. Iāve never lived in a different city in my life, so it was really weird for me at first. I have a job now, but Iām still having trouble making friends.
Since I moved, Iāve been isolating myself from everyone except for Al because... well... I donāt know. I guess Iām just not used to being around people anymore. The last time I saw a friend of mine in person was Christmas 2017, but that was only for about 30 minutes because I had to work the next day and needed to go home to sleep.
In 2015, I was professionally diagnosed with PTSD from a very toxic relationship I was in for 3 years and from my childhood abuse. I donāt get flashbacks as often now that Iām on a shit ton of medication, but I do have nightmares almost every night... except if I smoke weed. I donāt know why it works, but it just does. It keeps my nightmares away if I get high before bed. Iāve also noticed that since I began to smoke regularly, my blood sugar levels have been very stable. I hardly ever get low blood sugar attacks anymore. I just wish I was in a state where it was at least medically legal, then I wouldnāt really be risking my freedom. But I do it because those nightmares are so awful that I canāt stand another one. Iāve tried countless medications, meditation, therapy, none of them keep the nightmares away except for the magical medicine.
In April 2017, I found out through my half sisterās cousin that the man I thought was my dad, the reason for my PTSD, isnāt actually my biological father. I met my biological father and he accepts me being trans, dating an Arab, and not being a Christian. Heās very religious and a little conservative, so this was a pleasant surprise for me. He actually treats me like a father should treat their child. He gives me love and respect and I do my best to give him love and respect in return.
My mom lied to me my whole life, telling me that my step-dad was my real biological dad. He just adopted me... and then abused me physically, verbally, and emotionally. And the fucked up system of Georgia still thought that he was a great parent. Bullshit. My PTSD and horrifying nightmares say otherwise. My mom STILL calls my step-dad my real biological dad and she always wants me to stay away from my real dad. He used to be addicted to meth, but heās been clean for 13 years now with only one relapse, way back when he first quit. Heās not the man he was back in the 90ā²s, heās a completely different man now and I wish my mother could see that.
Idk man I have a lot of problems lol. Which is why Iām going to be using this blog to vent. Iāll always use the tagĀ āventā when venting about something, so you can blacklist if you want.
But yeah, Iām not sure what else to say. Iāve been working on this post for a couple hours now trying to make sure I got every detail as accurate as possible. My memory is shit and Iāve been up all night, so my brain isnāt working properly right now lol.Ā
I just lost two best friends because I didn't want them giving my boyfriend drugs that could hurt him emotionally. And I'M the one who doesn't clean when they don't clean after themselves and I'M the one who's being an immature child when they threw a fit when I said my boyfriend couldn't take acid because he just got off of his anxiety and depression medication. My boyfriend has the same amount of anxiety I had and one of my (now ex) best friends said I shouldn't take acid because of my anxiety levels. What a fucking hypocrite. Okay Fuck you too, assholes.
