In a matter of months I had gone from shopping in Selfridges to begging in Superdrug, and actually asked the shop assistant what the cheapest foundation they had was. But let’s be honest, I didn’t get the cheapest, I’m way too precious.
On days where I feel disgusted with the way I look, wearing black makes me feel a bit better about myself when I look in the mirror. It’s an escape, because it says ‘take me seriously. Don’t give me too much attention, but don’t ignore me.’
As most of you have probably worked out by now, I am a boy/male/unfemale. So, like, it’s impossible for me to menstruate. So my non-existent vagina doesn’t bleed. But my soul does. At how bad my skin is right now. CHRIST. Yeah that’s right, I’m on my boy-period.