I’ve gotten over most of my insecurities surrounding gender stereotypes, but I am less of a woman because I can’t tie a good bow.

Don’t ask me what to wear to a theme party unless you want me to give up my whole day helping you. That’s kind of my whole deal as a person.

He was with her tonight.

Trav’s hair looks good.

Not my rejection sensitive dysphoria rearing its ugly head again.

If you don’t want me at my “Get up. We have to go to urgent care now,” then you don’t deserve me at my “Let’s just give it ten more minutes and if it still hurts, we’ll go.”