MOOP!

Sometimes it hits me lighter. Some years it hits me harder. This year it's been circling since friggen September, rearing it's head in reminder. Probably some of that is the increased stress about everything else in the world, and some of that is starting a new relationship and feeling like a lot of this stuff is relevant to me again (because it always is when I do).

But let's look at it the positive way:

I've heard it said that every seven years, your skin cells have all replaced themself and it's like you're in an entirely new body. By that metric, this body has never been raped, times two. It's fourteen years credit to my worst anniversary, happy celebrations to me.

~Sor
MOOP!