I don’t know what to say really.
I can’t believe the experts disregarding the seemingly broken women and telling the blokes they just have to love them better. Be better themselves.
I look at Peg and am reminded of the rhyme you used to get in shops when I was little.
Lovely (debatable) to look at
Delightful (again debatable) to hold
But should you break (or fuck) it
Consider it sold.
Ella and the daily affirmation shite? What about JJ’s needs?
This looks - to me - what you get when you live a lie. If all you ever felt was that you were born in the wrong body, that means your mind and soul feels female and a body should sort you right ahhhht.
But it hasn’t has it? Drink bother, self sabotage, lashing out? Not the sign of a happy soul. And why I wonder if it is a good idea allowing young people to mutilate their bodies when their heads aren’t in the right space. And you need lots of time to know where you are in this life and to know you are special enough without the desperate show of shouting about your neospecialness. It is desperately sad. Ella may very well feel like a woman but sadly, all I hear is man coming out of their mouth. Having tits and a lulu doesn’t make that disappear. I doubt Ella wants pity as an affirmation but that is what they’ve got from me.
I’m taking it JJ didn’t get affirmation for that top.
Jordan was a nasty wee hole for chucking Erica under the bus fleet. What a petulant, churlish, sullen looking wee manboy fanny he is. Erica deserves a round of applause for putting up wi thon.
Everyone else is faker than my love of turnips. Fat no.
I understand Roz’s and the decision.
Went about it like a fudfding in a China shop.
Fine to feel it isn’t going anywhere.
The delivery was cruel.