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you have to try
I often became demotivated and stuck, feeling that I was under-qualified. but a weak application was better than not trying at all...
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some things are just meant to be red with spots
a ladybug doesn't need to be fixed or changed, a ladybug just is the way a ladybug is. I spent a long time trying to want the ladybug...
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algonquin college's cuts are failing its disabled students
AMS sparked my joy for learning again, and CAL made it possible to manage the program in a way where I would not be drowning in my work. and now this...
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i will cry everyday for the rest of my life and i'm happy to say that
I open my body, or I try to. I want to cry, but sometimes it doesn't feel natural. sometimes it feels like a wave is coming but there's some force, some dam or wall restricting the water...
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these cravings do not promise me anything good
I feel cavernous and echoey. I feel raw and irritated. I feel like something is missing. if these cravings had a voice I wonder what they would tell me...
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the ottawa trans library and feeling fulfilled socially
one of only two public transgender libraries in the entire world, and I happen to live in Ottawa. what a gift that really is...
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inside other people's homes
it's a quiet kind of love that only your animals can give. that dependent, loyal, pathetically sweet kind of love. but after the first night, I felt so deeply, crushingly homesick...
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just a fat girl having fun
winterlude is one of those winter festivals that makes being outside in the cold feel purposeful. I was glad I went. then things changed...
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people-pleasers do not please, they lie
my worth cannot be tied to how long i am willing to stay inside someone else's confusion, silence, or inability to be honest with me...
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i learned more when i was allowed to write poems
ms. gillis didn't force me into a rigid mold. she trusted that i could demonstrate understanding through a different form...
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the power of presence
he kept coming back to the same idea. the power of presence. that there is so much power in simply being there for someone, even if you do not say much...
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watching tiny desks with my mom
there is something about seeing artists stripped of spectacle, just standing in a room full of office clutter, pouring everything they have into their sound...
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how do i stop bracing?
I keep asking myself how to stop bracing, like it's a switch I should be able to flip if I just want it badly enough. but I don't think that's how it works...
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post therapy reflection
i think i thrive as part of a unit. that feels important to admit. for a long time i told myself i needed distance to survive...
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