DONT YOU EVER tell me that I’m not a feminist.

Being a feminist (to me) means you’re allowed to make any choices in your life when you want to at any point without having to deal with people telling you you’re wrong for taking care of your needs and desires in your own way.

When I defend my friend because he’s getting harassed  even though he’s admitted he was wrong for what he said, don’t say I’m not a feminist because I’m taking a man’s side.

I will defend my gender until my throat is raw and my feet and bloody, but that doesn’t stop me from protecting my friends.

End of fucking story. Case closed. 

This is Synthroid. I take 100mcg every day to regulate my thyroid. 

Hypothyroidism is a state in which the thyroid gland does not make enough thyroid hormone. 

Hypothyroidism can be associated with the following symptoms:

Early
Cold intolerance, increased sensitivity to cold
Constipation
Weight gain and water retention
Bradycardia (low heart rate – fewer than sixty beats per minute) Fatigue
Decreased sweating
Muscle cramps and joint pain
Dry, itchy skin
Thin, brittle fingernails
Rapid thoughts
Depression
Poor muscle tone (muscle hypotonia)
Female infertility; any kind of problems with menstrual cycles
Hyperprolactinemia and galactorrhea
Elevated serum cholesterol

Late
Goiter
Slow speech and a hoarse, breaking voice – deepening of the voice can also be noticed, caused by Reinke’s Edema.
Dry puffy skin, especially on the face
Thinning of the outer third of the eyebrows (sign of Hertoghe)
Abnormal menstrual cycles
Low basal body temperature
Thyroid-related depression
Infertility in women
Mood swings
Acute fatigue syndrome
Stress
Decreased libido in men
Hypotension;
Carpal tunnel syndrome and bilateral paresthesia

Hypothyroidism is also classified as a non-contractable autoimmune disease. 

This is something I will have to deal with for the rest of my life.

So before you go making fun of me, or anyone else who says that have this disease, think for a second.

It makes you look really fucking ignorant when you make fun of someone who has to deal with this everyday.

My doctor actually told me she was proud of me for being able to hold my weight for the past two years. 

So anything you say to me really won’t break my skin.

If you need more proof that I actually have a thyroid disease, please, by all means message me. I’ll gladly provide you more information.

capsighs:

You are the most two faced person I’ve ever met in my entire life. And this isn’t one of those moments of embellishment. You are, literally, out of EVERY SINGLE PERSON I HAVE EVER MET EVER, the fakest. Not to mention the serious histrionic personality traits that so blatantly seep out of your disgusting skin (seriously, shower more, gross) are enough to mention your hypocrisy regarding things I told you in confidence. 

I wish you absolutely nothing in life. And I honestly wonder how the people you talked so much shit on really are since you are a psychotic fucking bitch and don’t even realize it. If you have a problem with me, don’t be all buddy buddy when I come over to your place. Tell me to my fucking face, BRITTANY. 

It’s easy to be a hypocrite with mommy paying for your rent and weed and food and every last thing you need to survive. You don’t know struggle, you privileged fucking cunt. Keep claiming the only food you can eat for your thyroid disorder (lol) is bacon wrapped hot dogs. Either love your body and stop making excuses or go on a real diet and grow a pair.

Hooooold up, lady. Did I just see you make fun of me for having a thyroid disorder? Oh, you know, something I was born with? Unlike something you think you have. Right, okay. Want my blood work? I can gladly send it your way. But I really doubt your intelligent enough to figure out what any of it means. 

YOU are the most two faced person I’ve ever met in my entire life. You, LITERALLY, are the fakest. In more ways than one. Ehem. Let’s see. 

“Oh hey Brittany, I hope you don’t mind that we cleaned out your fridge, oh and by the way, don’t tell anyone, but I ate all of your carne asada and fish sticks. They were so good!”

Yeah, super vegan. Lemme tell you.

Oh and both of you making fun of me when you thought I left the house. While in MY shower, under MY roof, when you weren’t even fully paid on your rent? Oh, and while MY FRIEND was over? Really classy. 

I let you rent out a room in my house because I was fucking nice. I bought y’all cigarettes and food occasionally because I was nice. I let you pay rent over the span of a month rather than a normal landlord and make you pay all at one because I was nice. I discounted the rate of the room from $750 to $500, and never asked for money for utilities, even though you’d leave the lights on all of the time, because I was fucking NICE. 

I’m loaded? Okay. Not that I didn’t work all of the fucking time when I was in SoCal to try to get to where I am now. But you’re not even worth the explanation. 

From what you tell everyone, you went to Vanderbilt and completed with a Bachelors. Even though you’re nineteen. Right. 

So, if that’s true, how do you even have a right to get on my ass about money when I can’t even AFFORD to attend a full four year university. I’m stuck just getting an associates and working so I can afford to go back to school later on. 

Also, I actually don’t even like bacon wrapped hotdogs? I’m not even really sure where you got that one. 

Try getting a psychology degree before you decide to diagnose me, and maybe actually LISTEN to a psychologist to the seven you’ve claimed to have been to, and maybe I might one day actually take you seriously. But, still, I highly doubt that I will. 

Go back to your shitty life. I don’t need you in mine, in fact I never did. You’re really just a waste of space at the end of the day. 

kthnxbai. ;)

And this is probably the first of many read mores.

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when you have a conversation with someone, always ask how they are. because it really sucks when its a once sided conversation, don’t you think? take a little interest in other people once and a while. effort won’t make you uncool.

This lint from my lint trap. This is what happens when you let shitty people house sit/partially live with you. They could have caught my apartment on fire. Thanks guys, you were really fucking winners, weren’t you. -_-‘

note: I didn’t clean it out until today because I have been out of town so often I just used my parents washer and dryer. They’re better anyway.