My outer shell; the canvas of my growing soul.
I’ve ran miles and miles to prove to you that as your home, I have the strength to protect you.
I’ve inked the surface to depict and honor what you stand for.
I cover myself in clothing that reflects your desire to shine from within.
Beads to balance your chakras.
Gold jewelry that reflects your femininity.
Shoes and hair that say “fuck you” when they dare tell you that your masculinity is not valid.
You are a free soul, rebellious by nature-- and I’ll make damn sure you always will be.










