I’ve found as I get older I have been really settling into my own skin and my own weirdness. I lived for so long in survival mode that I never really had a chance to fully feel okay with who I am or what I took joy in. And now that I have that space to really fill out the nooks and crannies of my own mind and body, I can’t help but feel joy in the way my mind works, the curves of my form, the endless freckles on my skin, the capacity I have for continual expansion of understanding of human consciousness, and the ability to give others that space as well to make mistakes but do better without judgement and harshness like I once had. It’s freedom in a tirelessly unfree world. I only have so much control in life and in a world that tells us to water ourselves down, be palatable, be smaller-and fuck that.

Cheers to being ourselves and doing so without shame.

Here’s photos of three items in my house that really feel to sum up this ridiculous existence I am embracing wholeheartedly.

If you had to pick three items you have that would describe your existence, what would they be? Would you want to change that?