♡ diary fragment from a sick girl who knows too much ♡
i'm not here to sell you a cure. i'm here because i've been poked, cut. scanned, stitched, dismissed, and glamorised. because i've cried about my skin and my soul. because sometimes all i can do is paint my face and google a clinical trial.
❥ science - the real stuff, not vibes disguised as data ❥ beauty - yes, actual beauty - the kind people try to shame us for ❥ illness - the kind that lives in the body and the kind that seeps into a mirror.
♥ i believe your desire to be beautiful is not shallow ♥ i believe your confusion, your fatigue, your spirals - are data points, not failures. ♥ i believe in letting people have options. real ones. even weird ones. especially weird ones.
here we talk about how health, appearance, psychology and society touch each other like bruises and blush. how pigment isn't just vanity, it's ritual. how information isn't just power - it's kindness.
this isn't self-help. it's self-science. self-softness. self-defense.
welcome to the lab-slash-lavender-padded-room. i invite you to stay. i poured acid into your tea anyways.
With love&care Valentina🤍