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  • ⁣[I was going to post this on @goodbodygoodbody but decided to post it here instead🖤⁣]⁣⁣ •⁣⁣ I went to the doctor. Now I know I weigh 269 lbs. At the height of my eating disorder in the winter of 2012, I weighed 125 lbs. I now know that I weigh well over double that today. Yes, I know I can opt out of being weighed. Yes, I know I can ask to not know my weight. In the moment I froze. I did what the nurse asked. I saw that number. I saw her see that number. My heart rate jumped. My palms got sweaty. My face became flushed (I had a mask on so no one knew that part). I sat down in the exam chair, acutely aware that i could barely fit in the seat. I felt my body push up against the arms. I felt myself brace for them to break or bend or snap. I immediately knew it was time to take care of myself: breathe. Notice. Confront the fear in my head. Affirm myself. Affirm myself. Affirm myself. All while talking at length with the doctor about something completely unrelated to my weight. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Sometimes my body forces me to live in two worlds at once: the one in my head and the one outside of it. Sometimes I have to read two scripts at once, like two hands playing two separate parts of a piano: one out loud and one in my head. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ After the doctors visit, it took a few days for the sting to settle and for me to know again what I’ve always known: my body is a good one, the perfect one for me. It’s okay to be fat, to be bigger than I once was, to not want to be a pound lighter: which is the truth I know when I’m at my best and my shame is not activated. ⁣⁣ ⁣ I want to tell you what I know, and if you need it I want you to pick it up for yourself: you are lovable beyond measure. It is possible that you are loved BECAUSE of your body— believe that. Take it in. Know that a whole universe of people love the way you look. You do not have to love your body or even like it— but I hope you can grow to not hate it. To feel neutral about it. Your journey with your body is YOURS. No one else’s. ⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣ Tell me your favorite affirmations. The ones you tell yourself and the ones you tell those you love. The ones you found on the internet and the ones you found deep inside yourself.

    ⁣[I was going to post this on @goodbodygoodbody but decided to post it here instead🖤⁣]⁣⁣ •⁣⁣ I went to the doctor. Now I know I weigh 269 lbs. At the height of my eating disorder in the winter of 2012, I weighed 125 lbs. I now know that I weigh well over double that today. Yes, I know I can opt out of being weighed. Yes, I know I can ask to not know my weight. In the moment I froze. I did what the nurse asked. I saw that number. I saw her see that number. My heart rate jumped. My palms got sweaty. My face became flushed (I had a mask on so no one knew that part). I sat down in the exam chair, acutely aware that i could barely fit in the seat. I felt my body push up against the arms. I felt myself brace for them to break or bend or snap. I immediately knew it was time to take care of myself: breathe. Notice. Confront the fear in my head. Affirm myself. Affirm myself. Affirm myself. All while talking at length with the doctor about something completely unrelated to my weight. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ Sometimes my body forces me to live in two worlds at once: the one in my head and the one outside of it. Sometimes I have to read two scripts at once, like two hands playing two separate parts of a piano: one out loud and one in my head. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ After the doctors visit, it took a few days for the sting to settle and for me to know again what I’ve always known: my body is a good one, the perfect one for me. It’s okay to be fat, to be bigger than I once was, to not want to be a pound lighter: which is the truth I know when I’m at my best and my shame is not activated. ⁣⁣ ⁣ I want to tell you what I know, and if you need it I want you to pick it up for yourself: you are lovable beyond measure. It is possible that you are loved BECAUSE of your body— believe that. Take it in. Know that a whole universe of people love the way you look. You do not have to love your body or even like it— but I hope you can grow to not hate it. To feel neutral about it. Your journey with your body is YOURS. No one else’s. ⁣ ⁣⁣ ⁣ Tell me your favorite affirmations. The ones you tell yourself and the ones you tell those you love. The ones you found on the internet and the ones you found deep inside yourself.

  • ✨REGISTRATION IS OPEN FOR THROUGHLINE & THE FACILITATORS CIRCLE✨⁣ ⁣ ✨THROUGHLINE✨ is a live 6-week writing workshop rooted in close community, personal voice, and storytelling. A community, a network, a guiding light in the darkness of isolation. We will write and commune under the guiding premise that we do not b e c o m e alone. We are not singular, and we walk deeper into ourselves among the witness of community. Come as your full self, write what is true to you, and give and take what you are called to. In Throughline, we are all experts. Yes, I curate the space, but I do not hold all the knowledge or all the Good Stuff you’ll get here-- not by a long shot. We honor our lived knowledges and experiences as expertise and praxis. We dismantle hierarchy of experience or importance while writing a better world.⁣ ⁣ &⁣ ⁣ ✨THE FACILITATORS CIRCLE✨ is a live 6-week course for educators to explore teaching writing, holding creative space, and cultivating community. We will focus on pedagogy and praxis as we explore and discuss teaching in a classroom and community setting, with practices applicable to online space and in-person. We will explore theory and praxis related to culturally responsive pedagogy and teaching philosophies. Our community is FULL of folks that are immensely capable and worthy of holding space, but some haven’t had opportunities to practice or learn, and I hope this can be a space. I want a world that honors our experiences and knowledge as praxis and philosophy, a world in which we do not have to go through traditional practices to be honored in what we know and want to teach others, a world that honors all knowledge as worthy of a curriculum. The things you know are worthy of being studied! Come create your curriculum with us! ⁣ ⁣ Questions?? Comment below! Want to apply? Link in bio! ⁣ ⁣ Thank you @shesanargonaut for the amazing graphics

    ✨REGISTRATION IS OPEN FOR THROUGHLINE & THE FACILITATORS CIRCLE✨⁣ ⁣ ✨THROUGHLINE✨ is a live 6-week writing workshop rooted in close community, personal voice, and storytelling. A community, a network, a guiding light in the darkness of isolation. We will write and commune under the guiding premise that we do not b e c o m e alone. We are not singular, and we walk deeper into ourselves among the witness of community. Come as your full self, write what is true to you, and give and take what you are called to. In Throughline, we are all experts. Yes, I curate the space, but I do not hold all the knowledge or all the Good Stuff you’ll get here-- not by a long shot. We honor our lived knowledges and experiences as expertise and praxis. We dismantle hierarchy of experience or importance while writing a better world.⁣ ⁣ &⁣ ⁣ ✨THE FACILITATORS CIRCLE✨ is a live 6-week course for educators to explore teaching writing, holding creative space, and cultivating community. We will focus on pedagogy and praxis as we explore and discuss teaching in a classroom and community setting, with practices applicable to online space and in-person. We will explore theory and praxis related to culturally responsive pedagogy and teaching philosophies. Our community is FULL of folks that are immensely capable and worthy of holding space, but some haven’t had opportunities to practice or learn, and I hope this can be a space. I want a world that honors our experiences and knowledge as praxis and philosophy, a world in which we do not have to go through traditional practices to be honored in what we know and want to teach others, a world that honors all knowledge as worthy of a curriculum. The things you know are worthy of being studied! Come create your curriculum with us! ⁣ ⁣ Questions?? Comment below! Want to apply? Link in bio! ⁣ ⁣ Thank you @shesanargonaut for the amazing graphics <3. (if you’re looking for FAST and wonderful graphics— hire Solange!)

  • ⁣ ((reposting because I could not live with that typo lmao))⁣ ⁣ ✨✨PREPPING FOR TOMORROW’S LAUNCH AND FEELING EMOTIONAL WHILE READING UNDERCURRENT TESTIMONIALS✨✨⁣ ⁣ not here to say much except WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED: 2020 would take so much and then give so much back in the form of Z O O M and poems?⁣ ⁣ Undercurrent Babes and Undercurrent Adjacent Babes: You all make me feel⁣ ⁣ abundant⁣ ⁣ grateful⁣ ⁣ humble⁣ ⁣ endless⁣ ⁣ capable⁣ ⁣ worthy⁣ ⁣ present⁣ ⁣ breathless⁣ ⁣ witnessed⁣ ⁣ loved⁣ ⁣ full full full⁣ ⁣ Thank you for coming with me through the undercurrent and out the other side. Fridays are so much better with you

    ⁣ ((reposting because I could not live with that typo lmao))⁣ ⁣ ✨✨PREPPING FOR TOMORROW’S LAUNCH AND FEELING EMOTIONAL WHILE READING UNDERCURRENT TESTIMONIALS✨✨⁣ ⁣ not here to say much except WHO WOULD HAVE GUESSED: 2020 would take so much and then give so much back in the form of Z O O M and poems?⁣ ⁣ Undercurrent Babes and Undercurrent Adjacent Babes: You all make me feel⁣ ⁣ abundant⁣ ⁣ grateful⁣ ⁣ humble⁣ ⁣ endless⁣ ⁣ capable⁣ ⁣ worthy⁣ ⁣ present⁣ ⁣ breathless⁣ ⁣ witnessed⁣ ⁣ loved⁣ ⁣ full full full⁣ ⁣ Thank you for coming with me through the undercurrent and out the other side. Fridays are so much better with you <3⁣ ⁣ What’s coming next would not be possible without y’all 🖤⁣ ⁣ (There were soooo many more good and sweet and beautiful testimonials but ig only lets me post this many 😭)⁣

  • Can’t believe I never showed y’all this masterpiece of me as a Swamp Bride sweating my ass off with @nikki.mayeux ..who wants to do more amazing shoots like this when the world opens back up?

    Can’t believe I never showed y’all this masterpiece of me as a Swamp Bride sweating my ass off with @nikki.mayeux ..who wants to do more amazing shoots like this when the world opens back up?

  • Thinking very much about the risk of vulnerability. ⁣ ⁣ Offering you permission to push through the fear and be k n o w n by others, and be l o v e d by others, and be s e e n just as you are. I know the want to stay hidden from the light, the need, to hide away for protection. Here’s a hand : open and full of forgiveness for all the messiness of you, each bit meant for the imperfect parts you keep secret, from the ones that want to love you and from yourself. ⁣ ⁣ If you need it: I invite you in to the light. I want to give you bravery to be seen (though you already have the bravery but have mine, too). I want to hand over a palm full of forgiveness (though you are already and always worthy of that), an abundance for the imperfect parts of you. ⁣ ⁣ To be known is to be loved. To be seen is to be loved. To walk through that fear, that risk, that nervousness to the other side of vulnerability is the swiftest route to the good stuff.⁣ ⁣ Yes yes I know, the fear is sometimes the loudest thing but take this from me : ⁣ ⁣ the permission to allow yourself to be loved. ⁣ ⁣ The permission to step into the sun, arms wide. ⁣ ⁣ Go get the love you deserve. Be known. Be loved. ⁣ ⁣ We’re waiting for you, here in the sun.

    Thinking very much about the risk of vulnerability. ⁣ ⁣ Offering you permission to push through the fear and be k n o w n by others, and be l o v e d by others, and be s e e n just as you are. I know the want to stay hidden from the light, the need, to hide away for protection. Here’s a hand : open and full of forgiveness for all the messiness of you, each bit meant for the imperfect parts you keep secret, from the ones that want to love you and from yourself. ⁣ ⁣ If you need it: I invite you in to the light. I want to give you bravery to be seen (though you already have the bravery but have mine, too). I want to hand over a palm full of forgiveness (though you are already and always worthy of that), an abundance for the imperfect parts of you. ⁣ ⁣ To be known is to be loved. To be seen is to be loved. To walk through that fear, that risk, that nervousness to the other side of vulnerability is the swiftest route to the good stuff.⁣ ⁣ Yes yes I know, the fear is sometimes the loudest thing but take this from me : ⁣ ⁣ the permission to allow yourself to be loved. ⁣ ⁣ The permission to step into the sun, arms wide. ⁣ ⁣ Go get the love you deserve. Be known. Be loved. ⁣ ⁣ We’re waiting for you, here in the sun.

  • THOUGHTS ON FATHERS DAY or NO FATHER OF MINE, NO LOYALTY HERE or FATHERLESS GIRL, MY HEART IS YOUR HOME COUNTRY or A PRAYER FOR HEALING FROM THE VIOLENCE OF A FATHER. ⁣ ⁣ I’ll tell you this: I would have never picked him. I’d pick the empty I had instead. ⁣ ⁣ I’ll tell you this: love is not the same as want. I do not know if I love my father, or ever loved my father. It was what was handed to me; the obligation to love & forgive & look away from his violence. I turned it over & over in my palm, like a crystal ball. ⁣ ⁣ Held fast, as fatherless girls do, to a father until my knuckles went white. ⁣ ⁣ Daughter of ego, daughter of a narcissist born from trauma which begets trauma, I know. A father who covered his eyes & so a kingdom of sisters raised me. ⁣ ⁣ I say what I know now: I am fatherless & still I am good. My father chose the pipe, the axe, the anvil, the powder, the road, the fist, the dust, the sunset, the other place, the freedom & still I am good, despite.⁣ ⁣ Spit back the obligation to love a father made of hands, of smoke, of violence, of abuse, of narcissism & regards only for the self, of not-love & a father who gave me a pain of a want for something else, something made entirely of not him — a want for someone else, for someone better. ⁣ ⁣ & so I became a child with no country where a father should be. ⁣ ⁣ No father of mine, no loyalty here. I have no obligation of forgiveness, of redemption, of peace making. ⁣ ⁣ To the girl with no father, no want for the one you have: when you think yourself indebted for the simple act of becoming, remember this: a seed is just a seed & nothing else without the soil, the rain, the sun, the perfect hands that saw it fit to keep growing (here, in me, it is the hands of women). ⁣ ⁣ Happy Father’s Day. May we normalize the rejection of violence upon violence, the rejection of not-love upon not-love. May we normalize choosing ourselves, and may we reject preserving our fathers when that is not ours to carry.⁣ ⁣ Fatherless girl, I love you so much. ⁣ ⁣ Say with me:⁣ ⁣ I am fatherless & I am still good. ⁣ ⁣ I am fatherless & I am still good. ⁣ ⁣ I am fatherless & I am still good. ⁣ ⁣ I am good, exactly as I am.

    THOUGHTS ON FATHER'S DAY or NO FATHER OF MINE, NO LOYALTY HERE or FATHERLESS GIRL, MY HEART IS YOUR HOME COUNTRY or A PRAYER FOR HEALING FROM THE VIOLENCE OF A FATHER. ⁣ ⁣ I’ll tell you this: I would have never picked him. I’d pick the empty I had instead. ⁣ ⁣ I’ll tell you this: love is not the same as want. I do not know if I love my father, or ever loved my father. It was what was handed to me; the obligation to love & forgive & look away from his violence. I turned it over & over in my palm, like a crystal ball. ⁣ ⁣ Held fast, as fatherless girls do, to a father until my knuckles went white. ⁣ ⁣ Daughter of ego, daughter of a narcissist born from trauma which begets trauma, I know. A father who covered his eyes & so a kingdom of sisters raised me. ⁣ ⁣ I say what I know now: I am fatherless & still I am good. My father chose the pipe, the axe, the anvil, the powder, the road, the fist, the dust, the sunset, the other place, the freedom & still I am good, despite.⁣ ⁣ Spit back the obligation to love a father made of hands, of smoke, of violence, of abuse, of narcissism & regards only for the self, of not-love & a father who gave me a pain of a want for something else, something made entirely of not him — a want for someone else, for someone better. ⁣ ⁣ & so I became a child with no country where a father should be. ⁣ ⁣ No father of mine, no loyalty here. I have no obligation of forgiveness, of redemption, of peace making. ⁣ ⁣ To the girl with no father, no want for the one you have: when you think yourself indebted for the simple act of becoming, remember this: a seed is just a seed & nothing else without the soil, the rain, the sun, the perfect hands that saw it fit to keep growing (here, in me, it is the hands of women). ⁣ ⁣ Happy Father’s Day. May we normalize the rejection of violence upon violence, the rejection of not-love upon not-love. May we normalize choosing ourselves, and may we reject preserving our fathers when that is not ours to carry.⁣ ⁣ Fatherless girl, I love you so much. ⁣ ⁣ Say with me:⁣ ⁣ I am fatherless & I am still good. ⁣ ⁣ I am fatherless & I am still good. ⁣ ⁣ I am fatherless & I am still good. ⁣ ⁣ I am good, exactly as I am.

  • If you are white + any oppressed group (like me), you must work to know that whiteness has protected and rewarded you simply for being born into white supremacy as a white person. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ As has been said over and over: white supremacy does not mean you have not been hurt or disadvantaged, it means that you have not been hurt or disadvantaged because of your skin. In fact, you’ve been protected because of it— no matter how many other intersections you inhabit. Our whiteness has saved us more times than we could ever know. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ This was a tough one for me! And sometimes still very much is! But as I said in my ig rant last week— we should be the first ones to step up because we know! We know the police are a violence! We know the systems are rigged! We know the deep and lifelong pain and rage of our own oppressions! And! This! Is! A! Tool! Friends! ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ We as white poor/disabled/mentally ill/trans/etc women/people are some of the most valuable insiders! We must use our outrage and pain to show up for Black lives. Every single action against racism is a step in the right direction. Every. Single. One. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ We have been saved by our whiteness. Say it. Feel it. Know it. Honor it. We have been saved and we must use it as a tool in the fight to dismantle the whole fucking racist system. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ If some of us are not free, all of us are not free. ⁣Black lives matter, and it’s time (been time) to show up for them everyday. ⁣ ⁣⁣ I love y’all. Let’s talk about it in the comments if you wanna 🖤🖤

    If you are white + any oppressed group (like me), you must work to know that whiteness has protected and rewarded you simply for being born into white supremacy as a white person. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ As has been said over and over: white supremacy does not mean you have not been hurt or disadvantaged, it means that you have not been hurt or disadvantaged because of your skin. In fact, you’ve been protected because of it— no matter how many other intersections you inhabit. Our whiteness has saved us more times than we could ever know. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ This was a tough one for me! And sometimes still very much is! But as I said in my ig rant last week— we should be the first ones to step up because we know! We know the police are a violence! We know the systems are rigged! We know the deep and lifelong pain and rage of our own oppressions! And! This! Is! A! Tool! Friends! ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ We as white poor/disabled/mentally ill/trans/etc women/people are some of the most valuable insiders! We must use our outrage and pain to show up for Black lives. Every single action against racism is a step in the right direction. Every. Single. One. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ We have been saved by our whiteness. Say it. Feel it. Know it. Honor it. We have been saved and we must use it as a tool in the fight to dismantle the whole fucking racist system. ⁣⁣ ⁣⁣ If some of us are not free, all of us are not free. ⁣Black lives matter, and it’s time (been time) to show up for them everyday. ⁣ ⁣⁣ I love y’all. Let’s talk about it in the comments if you wanna 🖤🖤

  • I am 30 today.⁣ ⁣ I wake up a new age, a familiar feeling. Into the bathroom I walk, turn the nob & place my face under the spigot in my small sink. The water, a bitey cold, runs over my face. The cold shocks me & takes me back to being a girl— at Honeyrun river we’d jump off the rock & splash into the cold river, ice melted & ran off from the mountains. The cold here, this morning, feels the same. & so I stay a while, let the water run onto my face & off again. My neck craned & uncomfortable. I can feel it, being a girl in the river, standing here alone on my 30th birthday. Pulled down & up with the undercurrent. Then & now, too. ⁣ Here, turning 30 many days into a pandemic & an uprising, I wake up alone. I go to sleep alone. I eat breakfast, lunch, dinner alone. I sit on my porch alone. Hear the birds alone. See the breeze brush through the elephant ears, alone. Gratitude, alone. Sorrow, alone. Sometimes feeling nothing at all, alone. ⁣ I want to tell you some things I know. ⁣ I am a summer baby, born into the heat. The days lasting & the shadows long. The world is on fire & has been for years. Born amidst tragedy, ticking another year older among rubble. ⁣ ⁣ I know it is a gift to turn 30, to be alive & witnessing.⁣ ⁣ I know I am cared for by hearts that see themselves in me, & I them.⁣ ⁣ I know my own capacity for love expands & shrinks & expands again, like any vessel worth its weight.⁣ ⁣ I know being okay alone is a gift I’ve earned. ⁣ ⁣ I know when the darkness has threatened to blow out my small candle, hands in every direction offered me a flame. ⁣ ⁣ I know my body is my first home. ⁣ ⁣ What I think of myself is my bible. I am my own god. I have followed many false profits to get here. ⁣ ⁣ My capacity for goodness far surpasses my capacity for fear, anger, resentment. It took me many years to know this. ⁣ ⁣ I know the thing that makes a good story is the storyteller. I know each and every one of us has the capacity to be the best storyteller of our own stories. ⁣ ⁣ I know the most beautiful walk I can take is the walk that leads me closer to myself. ⁣ ⁣ Thank you for stumbling along with me. I’m better with you by my side.

    I am 30 today.⁣ ⁣ I wake up a new age, a familiar feeling. Into the bathroom I walk, turn the nob & place my face under the spigot in my small sink. The water, a bitey cold, runs over my face. The cold shocks me & takes me back to being a girl— at Honeyrun river we’d jump off the rock & splash into the cold river, ice melted & ran off from the mountains. The cold here, this morning, feels the same. & so I stay a while, let the water run onto my face & off again. My neck craned & uncomfortable. I can feel it, being a girl in the river, standing here alone on my 30th birthday. Pulled down & up with the undercurrent. Then & now, too. ⁣ Here, turning 30 many days into a pandemic & an uprising, I wake up alone. I go to sleep alone. I eat breakfast, lunch, dinner alone. I sit on my porch alone. Hear the birds alone. See the breeze brush through the elephant ears, alone. Gratitude, alone. Sorrow, alone. Sometimes feeling nothing at all, alone. ⁣ I want to tell you some things I know. ⁣ I am a summer baby, born into the heat. The days lasting & the shadows long. The world is on fire & has been for years. Born amidst tragedy, ticking another year older among rubble. ⁣ ⁣ I know it is a gift to turn 30, to be alive & witnessing.⁣ ⁣ I know I am cared for by hearts that see themselves in me, & I them.⁣ ⁣ I know my own capacity for love expands & shrinks & expands again, like any vessel worth its weight.⁣ ⁣ I know being okay alone is a gift I’ve earned. ⁣ ⁣ I know when the darkness has threatened to blow out my small candle, hands in every direction offered me a flame. ⁣ ⁣ I know my body is my first home. ⁣ ⁣ What I think of myself is my bible. I am my own god. I have followed many false profits to get here. ⁣ ⁣ My capacity for goodness far surpasses my capacity for fear, anger, resentment. It took me many years to know this. ⁣ ⁣ I know the thing that makes a good story is the storyteller. I know each and every one of us has the capacity to be the best storyteller of our own stories. ⁣ ⁣ I know the most beautiful walk I can take is the walk that leads me closer to myself. ⁣ ⁣ Thank you for stumbling along with me. I’m better with you by my side.

  • Was gunna tell y’all that I’ll be 30 in 3 weeks and then mere moments after I took these I stepped in dog shit while mowing. A warm welcome to quarantining in Gemini season.

    Was gunna tell y’all that I’ll be 30 in 3 weeks and then mere moments after I took these I stepped in dog shit while mowing. A warm welcome to quarantining in Gemini season.

  • Yesterday, my 2 oldest sisters graduated with their bachelors degrees. Laura with a BA in psychology from California State University, Chico and Christina with a BS in geology from Humboldt State University. Both first generation college students, both single mothers, both received their GEDs and then started at community colleges in their 20s, and now they are the first in our family to graduate college. ⁣ ⁣ I’m here to say that this is a big fucking deal and when I think about it I cry !!!⁣ ⁣ Teeny and Lollipop: I love you very much and it is an honor of a lifetime to be your baby sister. I am so lucky to be able to witness who you are becoming. I am better because of your lifelong protection and tenacious love. This was a hard fought and long road for both of you, and no matter what life gave you (which was a whole hell of a lot), you stayed the course. Your commitment and perseverance, dedication to yourself and your future, is so worthy of celebration. ⁣ ⁣ You are my role models, always have been and always will be. ⁣ ⁣ I love you and congrats, you big nerds. ⁣

    Yesterday, my 2 oldest sisters graduated with their bachelors degrees. Laura with a BA in psychology from California State University, Chico and Christina with a BS in geology from Humboldt State University. Both first generation college students, both single mothers, both received their GEDs and then started at community colleges in their 20s, and now they are the first in our family to graduate college. ⁣ ⁣ I’m here to say that this is a big fucking deal and when I think about it I cry !!!⁣ ⁣ Teeny and Lollipop: I love you very much and it is an honor of a lifetime to be your baby sister. I am so lucky to be able to witness who you are becoming. I am better because of your lifelong protection and tenacious love. This was a hard fought and long road for both of you, and no matter what life gave you (which was a whole hell of a lot), you stayed the course. Your commitment and perseverance, dedication to yourself and your future, is so worthy of celebration. ⁣ ⁣ You are my role models, always have been and always will be. ⁣ ⁣ I love you and congrats, you big nerds. ⁣

  • Damn we really used to dress up and go outside and enjoy human contact⁣ ⁣ [this was back in the day outside of a @buttonpoetry show in the Before Times]

    Damn we really used to dress up and go outside and enjoy human contact⁣ ⁣ [this was back in the day outside of a @buttonpoetry show in the Before Times]

  • I took these photos of myself and they are very important to me, so I wanted to share them with you.

    I took these photos of myself and they are very important to me, so I wanted to share them with you.