I wasn’t planning on commenting further on my visa situation after it was declined, but I still feel like I need to explain myself, and the decision, and why I won’t be fighting it. TLDR; Immigration sucks ass.
I more or less consider myself a pessimist, except I tend to view it as just logic or realism. But I’m a dreamer, and I have high hopes for me life. Does that make me an optimist? Can I be both?
Dealing with the #notallmen crowd is a bit like standing in front of a mirror and whispering “men are trash” three times, not unlike Bloody Mary herself.
Have you ever gone travelling and then gotten annoyed that not everyone could understand you? I’ve got news for you, my friend!
I am super duper here for all the body positive bloggers challenging what it means to be beautiful. But I’m not there yet, not for myself.