May you all have a chilled out (I have my lava lamps going, soo nice) and fantastically awesome (me in my favourite dress, I'm learning self confidence) new decade.
This year I've known pain, hardship and seventeen different flavours of 'OMGWTF did I do to deserve this?!'
BUT I've also developed a pride in who I am and how much I can deal with. Yeah, I may be a 'high' BMI. Yeah I'm disabled. But the people who have issues with either of those facts can go fuck a cactus.
Because I'm done trying to change my life for others. I'm 42. I officially no longer give a shit.












