I’m sorry my fat offends you.
Oh wait, no I’m not.
*maniacally laughs and flies off on a unicorn in all my fat glory*
wear your armor
whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”
wear your armor and kick ass
The worst part about liking pretty much everything is when it comes around birthday time and your family is like “oh what do you want for a present?” and you freak out like what do I want for my birthday? books? clothes? movies? video games? a piece of paper?
Multiple pieces of paper.