When my partner and I first got together, I hated how I looked.
Constant bullying had destroyed my self esteem, and paired with that I'd had a major injury while skateboarding that prevented me from doing any physical activity, so I was feeling unhealthy too.
Early on, he'd get this dreamy expression when he looked at me, and I'd shrug it off, laugh, change the subject any way I could. I thought he was making it up. Now, sometimes, if I'm very lucky, I can look in the mirror and see myself how he sees me.
He'd send me selfies, just him smiling into the camera, even though I knew he didn't like taking photos of himself, so I started to send them in return. At first, I'd avoid looking at them before I hit send. Then I started taking them more and more. Now, I look at those photos and see my smile, and think they're the best and happiest I ever look in any photos. I don't delete them anymore.
As an artist, I've always pushed myself to do better, falling into the habits of comparing myself with others. I've never given up, but I'd never been as proud of my work as I was when he started complimenting it. He wanted to keep every scribbled sticky note I'd give him, no matter how silly, treating them like treasure and stowing them away. He'd be in awe when I gifted him proper artworks, putting them straight on his wall. Now I post my art online and I'm pursuing a career in art with confidence.
When I first confided in him that, despite being a cis woman, I'd felt a huge sense of dysphoria related to my boobs since a very young age, he was immediately understanding. First, he helped me try sports bras, and I felt a huge weight had lifted off my shoulders. Recently, he's introduced me to trans tape, and this is the closest I've ever felt to being myself.
Too scared to talk to my GP about mental health, my partner helped me come up with a plan of what I wanted to say and finally convinced me to go, coming with me and helping when I got stuck. Hes been helping me through the long but rewarding trek that has been therapy ever since.
Now that I'm nearing the tail end of my physical recovery, I've been terrified to start skating again, slowly chipping away at the fear with my physiotherapist. But my partner has decided he wants me to teach him to skate, so now we're going to learn together.
I've got a long way to go and I'm still figuring myself out, but I'm so lucky and happy that I'm not on this journey alone.
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I DID IT i submitted my grad school applications im going to go drown in wine and unwind now
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honestly im proud of myself that even though this breakup has been devastatingly sad for me, i havent been depressed at all. i'll often cry, but i still feel energized every morning and it's not a manic energy. ive been doing a great job taking care of myself and being an adult on my own for the first time
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Me when I thought this girl at my school hated me, because she is friends with literally everyone I know and I thought that I did something to make her not like me, and I heard that she liked hazbin hotel so I gave her a little doodle of angel dust and she really liked it but I wasn't sure that she still liked me, uhhh and a couple hours later in culinary she asked me to be her cooking partner.....
Maybe everyone doesn't hate me....
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Wanted to illustrate what it feels like having depression and I think ever since I got this piece out, I feel like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder. I am still seeking therapy to make sure I get myself in check with my mental health. Its been helping a lot.
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I've decided to clear out all of my inbox and my drafts. Not by completing them, but simply deleting them. For some reason, I just can't get myself to complete them, and I do apologize for this. My motivation has just plummeted because of something really horrible that happened to me a few months back, and I still haven't recovered from it. I might open my requests fully in a bit, but for now, they will remain closed. I hope you all understand. It's really more stress than it's worth, and at the end of the day? This blog is for me.
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found an apt i rlly like, was hoping to sign a lease today so that i can get in before its snatched up, but the lady i talked to said she was going to give my info to the leasing agent or w/e who would get in contact w me to tour it etc but now its been two hours and i’m like :p
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