and itty bitty feet

A Letter Before Surgery (Dear Mom)


Dear mom.

So I know that a lot has been going on.

And it seems like a lot is about to happen.

I know that surgery is scary and I know most people don’t understand why I would voluntarily undergo a double mastectomy to remove a part of my body of which most people are jealous.

And I’m not going to lie and tell you that I’m not a little bit scared, and a little bit sad.

Even though I’ve never wanted them, my breasts are a part of me.

Last week I made a video of myself for myself for later, with my bare chest exposed. And as I did so, I felt this strange surge of pride in my body – a love of every bit of me.

I haven’t ever felt like that…

There’s always been something I’ve hated or wanted to change. Some part of my body that I picked out and focused on.

But that day, even though I saw things I didn’t like, even though I saw things I really do want to change, for some reason, I still felt love and pride for everything. Including my breasts.

Don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing in there that’s making me doubt my decision to get them removed, but I felt a sort of strange sadness that they’ll finally be gone – kind of like getting rid of a bad habit or something.

And I can’t say I’m going to miss them. Because I’m not.

But it still feels surreal that that is all really going to be over.

My body will be cut open, the fat sucked out of me, my mammary glands thrown out…

I’ll be patched back up, and wake up probably 10 pounds lighter…

And I will be whole, [pause] yet some of me will be missing.

And I will always love that part of me, in a peculiar way. I will always be thankful for the strength and courage they demanded I show as they grew (and grew and grew and grew) to declare to the world this was not me. I am not boobs. I am not woman. I am Schuyler.

But back to how you’re involved.

I like to believe that this body is just as much yours as it is mine.

My little brain, my little arms, my brown eyes with green flecks, my little fingers all grew in your body from your body.

And my body, though it has a separate consciousness than yours, is an extension of yours.

And I want you to know something as I move forwards in my transition: I do not hate the body you gave me.

People talk about transgender individuals being “born in the wrong body.”

As if being born is just something that happens.

As if there were not people and love and care and pain and happiness and joy and terror involved.

Born. Given life. Brought into the world. There is nothing wrong in that process. There is no “wrong” in birth.

I was not born wrong at all; I was not born with the wrong mind; I was not born into the wrong body,

In fact, you did not birth a body at all.

You birthed me; a whole and entire person.

A person with teeny little finger nails, tiny eyes and tiny hands, little itty bitty feet, and a huge heart… but a whole person all the same.

Many members of the trans* community talk about how their bodies betray them and how they hate their hips or lack thereof, their breasts or lack thereof, their femininity or their masculinity…

But I don’t…anymore, at least.

I do not hate my body.

In fact, I have worked hard learning to love every bit of myself – every part of my body that you gave me to love.

And I am proud of it all.

But like I said, you birthed me, a whole, entire person.

And through the past year of treatment and travel and just plain old life experience, I’ve learned a love that I will always have – 

For this body of mine.

For the parts that I don’t agree with,

For the parts that I have always agreed with,

For the parts that are invisible… 

For this body of mine.

Because no matter how life changes it, this body will always be beautiful, this body will always be something you created.


Dear mom,

Thank you.

I love you.

© S. Bailar 2015

the signs as spongebob quotes

aries: I’M Dirty Dan
taurus: [raises hand] can i be excused for the rest of my life
gemini: [sobbing] i-i’m a good noodle…!
cancer: if i were to die right now in some fiery explosion due to the carelessness of a friend, well…that would just be okay.
leo: you don’t need a license…to drive a sandwich
virgo: we’ve been smeckledorfed!
libra: i thought of something funnier than 24. [snickers] 25
scorpio: well, it’s no secret that the best thing about a secret is secretly telling someone your secret, thereby adding another secret to their secret collection of secrets, secretly.
sagittarius: well, we’re free-falling from about 114,000 feet and we’re gonna land on that itty bitty target.
capricorn: how tough am i? i’ll have you know i stubbed my toe last week, while watering my spice garden and i only cried for 20 minutes.
aquarius: i have a brain!! see here’s a picture of it!!!!
pisces: and say hello to used napkin

please imagine

  • Frodo asking for braids in his hair to match Thorin’s
  • Thorin braiding Frodo’s hair and kissing the top of his head
  • Thorin singing songs to him in khuzdul while he braids is soft little dark curls
  • Frodo telling all of his friends he has the best dad
  • Thorin’s little heart wanting to explode
  • little itty bitty Merry and Pippin coming over for baked treats and getting into trouble as Thorin shouts across the house “Fili! Kili!” when he hears something break and Bilbo just laughing “Miss your nephews do you? We can always go visit.” As Bilbo kisses him then goes into the kitchen to see what broke
  • Frodo bragging that his dads have real swords so he takes his friends into the house where Orcrist and Sting are mounted on the wall
  • little itty bitty hobbits sitting on Thorin’s feet so he can’t walk
  • Sam, Frodo, Merry, and Pippin wanting to play elves and dragons and wanting Thorin to play the dragon. Thorin just rolling his eyes and muttering “They could at least play dwarves.”
  • Frodo and Sam being grown up and Sam comes over to garden a lot. Thorin looks out at the garden where Sam is and says to Bilbo “He comes over to garden a lot, I think he has ulterior motives.” Bilbo patting Thorin on the shoulder, “Of course he does dear. I remember a king once who built me a whole garden outside of Erebor.”  Thorin blushing furiously.
  • Thorin being the protective dad at festivals and scowling at everyone who wants to dance with Frodo
  • Bilbo grabbing Thorin’s hand and dancing with him. Thorin resting his chin on Bilbo “Mahal, when did he grow up?”

Finished pair of Felici!!!
1. Folded socks
2. Scraps plus the extra skein I bought because I thought I’d need it.
(Ha! I’ve come to find that having itty bitty feet means I’ll always only need 1 skein of sock yarn AND that I’ll have pleeenty of yarn left over for either a whole other pair of socks or mittens or w/e my heart desires😁😁)
3. The finished pair of socks! (fits Size 5 - Size 6)

o22: Baby Shoes

notes: I was thinking of Ernest Hemingway’s short story “baby shoes: for sale, never worn” but first I was like “lol I can’t do angst” and second “I could never wish sadness on this precious family” so here’s some fluff :’)

Baby Shoes


Sakura and Sarada go through Sasuke’s baby clothes and giggle over how cute his itty-bitty feet were!


Sasuke ignored the girlish giggles emanating from the attic. He didn’t know what surprise Sakura had given Sarada, and at this point he was too tired to find out. Every time they had their “mother-daughter bonding,” Sasuke knew his wife was just finding ways to embarrass Papa in front of their daughter.

Today was no exception.

“Look, Mama!” Sarada giggled. Sasuke’s old headband dropped down from her forehead—inherited from Mama—and over her eyes. She pulled it up. “Look at how ugly this is!” She held up a black onesie, complete with the bandages and other garbage that came with it. “Why would Papa decide to wear this?”

Sakura stifled a laugh. “You wouldn’t believe it, but your Papa had the ugliest hair to match. It was long and uncut, like a wolf. Roar!” she joked.

They squealed in delight together, laughing over little Sasuke and his past treasures.

“Ah, but this blue shirt isn’t so bad,” Sakura said. “I liked him wearing this a lot.”          

“Neh, Mama, what is this thing?” Sarada slid the purple knotted belt around her neck, like a snake. “What was this for?”

Sakura nearly choked on her spit, her cheeks reddening with delight. “Oh, honey,” Sakura said. “Your Papa had a lot of fashion mistakes throughout his life. If you saw the outfit that it belonged to…well, he looked handsome in it, as always, but—ah, it wasn’t the smartest decision.”

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a/n: monchims & kookie-time bc fic trade and i have come to the conclusion i don’t fluff very well good night

liberosis - n. the desire to care less about things

jimin is a dweller by nature. that’s just how he is.

he dwells and nitpicks on all the little things that have gone wrong in his past, is going wrong in his present, and will go wrong in his future. jimin dwells, and he broods, and he frets over the things he can no longer control. because that’s just the way he is.

every little white lie he’d made, every soured relationship, every slip of the tongue, every flaw, every shortcoming, every teeny tiny minuscule little weakness he could possibly ever think of, jimin will dwell. because he knows no other way.

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#tbt Itty bitty Oreo kitty plays. His tiny feet are the cutest things ever.

i-cant-believe-its-not-strider  asked:

what do you know about big cats?

I like big cats and I cannot lie.
You kitty lovers can’t deny.
When a kitten walks in with an itty bitty grin
and a yarn ball at your feet
you go D'aww.
Wanna squeeze that cat
‘cause you notice that cat was fat.
On the floor where it’s rolling
This fluff ball I can’t stop extolling.
Oh kitty I wanna get ya
And pet ya
My veterinarian tried to warn me
But that gut you got
Make me so adoring
Ooh furry little goblin
You wanna go in that litter box?
Well use me, use me cuz I’ll always take out your poopy.

I’ve seen you prancin’
Gettin’ yo claws trimmed
Getting’ you paws wet and licking your dirty mats

I’m tired of magazines
Saying puppies are the thing
Take the average cat man and ask him that
fuck this shit…

MY ITTY BITTY VAN IS GETTING SO BIG and he has the biggest feet. Hopefully I will get to know his personality soon so that I can tell when he is afraid and/or shocked because tbh he looks perpetually terrified & alarmed by everything due to his facial deformity & so I’m like “aaah Van am I hurting you? do you not like being picked up? I DON’T KNOW. YOU LOOK LIKE THIS WHETHER I’M TOUCHING YOU OR JUST WATCHING YOU SIT THERE DOING NOTHING. I DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO CONVEY TO ME”

anonymous asked:

Hanzo canonly has itty bitty feet that go pat pat pat pat when he runs

When I first bought the game and started playing Hanzo, my sister and I would always get really excited when I climbed up walls because of the “pit pat” sound he makes with his feet. It’s so adorable and endearing that he has such tiny feet. This is why I love Hanzo. 

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The ‘suddenly-a-toddler’ little boy wanders around his room, unsure what to do or what happened. He feels like something is wrong, after all, there was a big blast and suddenly the room felt a lot bigger-yet he didn’t know why.

He plops down on the beanbag chair, trying to think about what happened, absent-mindedly kicking at the carpet with his itty bitty feet. The sound of someone climbing up the stairs causes him to sit up, bouncing over to the steps with child-like energy. “Tadathi!”

( usemymuse )

Aaannnd another pride flag dino, another fave in some of my colours. 

This time, Parasaurolophus in demiromantic pride colours! Technically I think these colours apply to all aro-spec people, but I tried to incorporate the black triangle that distinguishes demiromanticism.

Once again, skeleton was used to get a rough outline sketch. Look at how itty bitty those front feet are!! So small.

au: steve and peggy get hitched

Peggy took one look at herself in the mirror, and she knew, instantly. Steve would know, too.
She wasn’t complimenting herself, and she wasn’t relishing in the fact that he’d never think twice about wanting to marry her, even though that was true.
The thought wouldn’t even cross his mind for a single second, she thought. Would it?
Well, it was jolly well and good they were doing this now. She didn’t mean to diminish the importance and symbolism of getting married.
This would be easiest to explain to those who simply treasured Peggy and Steve and couldn’t care less.
Damnit, she thought. People are bound to notice.
“You ready to go, Peg?” Steve called from outside the door. “It’s almost one.”
“I’ll be out in a moment. Keep your eyes closed!”
“I am, I am!”
“I mean it!”
She could feel his chuckles reverberating through the door.
“That Steve Rogers,” she whispered to herself. Her ivory wedding suit hugged her every curve, giving her a very matronly look. She never knew white could be her color. But with her matching shoes and pop of red on her lips, it really was.
“Are you almost done?”
“Give me a minute!”
She smoothed a pleat, turning to the side. Oh yes, it was visible.
Not entirely; if you squinted, you wouldn’t notice it.
“Peggy..” he whined.
“Steven Grant Rogers, for God sakes give me a minute, will you?”
He laughed again. “I’m sorry. I just want to see you, Peggy.”
“And you will,” she replied. “If you don’t get your knickers in a twist.”
“Wait, Peggy!”
“Crikey O'Reilly, what is it?” She smoothed her hair down and picked up her purse.
“I was just going to ask if you’re absolutely sure you don’t want flowers. You know, it’s not too late to grab some on the way.”
“I told you. I prefer white calla lilies, and they are almost impossible to find this time of year.”
“You sure?”
“All right. Guess I’ll just throw these out, then…”
That got her attention.
“Throw what out?”
“These what?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot you can’t see through doors. Guess you’ll just have to come out and see….”
She rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
She opened the door.
Steve was dressed in a dark-colored suit with a nice red tie. He looked very dapper, and very happy.
“Here I am.”
“Oh, Peggy…”
“Yes, I know,” she said, smirking and smoothing the pleat on her hips. “Now what have you got behind your back?”
“Oh, that?”
“Yes, that!”
He started backing away from her.
“Can we just talk about the way you look for a second, please? I mean, I’ve never-”
“Stop being so adorably and annoyingly clueless, and show me what’s behind your back!”
He grinned. “Special delivery?” And then he pulled a big and bright bouquet of white calla lilies from behind his back. They were beautiful and crisply fresh.
“How’d you-?”
“I know a guy.”
He put his large hands in his pockets, shrugging. “He sends his congratulations.”
“Howard, that bastard,” said Peggy, shaking her head. “He’s going to miss out on all the fun.”
Stark was away on business in the states, but he’d paid for their honeymoon.
“It’s good that he’s missing out on the fondue, though.”
He came closer and pulled Peggy into his arms. She giggled.
“You aren’t talking about bread and cheese, are you?”
He kissed her neck in the same spot that made her left leg do the Hokey Pokey all on its own.
“What do you think?”
She smirked, pulling away.
“We’ve somewhere to be, and guests to attend to, remember?”
He grinned. “Oh yeah, that! I remember now! Let’s go do that!”
She smiled, tugging him out the door, purse in hand.
They took a taxi to city hall, where they’d have to wait for about fifteen minutes for their turn.
“There are a lot of people getting married today, huh?” said Steve.
Peggy latched onto his arm, resting her head on his shoulder.
“Once we get our turn, it’ll be like we’re the only people in the world.”
Steve kissed the top of her head.
After sitting on a cold wooden bench for a while, it was finally their turn.
Peggy took Steve’s hands in hers, and glanced at him for a moment.
He winked at her. She stared into his glacier blue eyes.
And for another moment, she thought back to a year ago. When she almost lost Steve to the ice. She could feel a cold, swift-moving breeze brush past her shoulder, and she almost shivered. How awful that must’ve been. How grateful he must be to be here. No wonder he’s always smiling now.
“And do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”
“I do.”
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Peggy reached for Steve’s arms, wrapping them around her waist, and she placed her hands at the nap of his neck. She leaned in and bam! Steve planted one right on her.
She giggled as they strode out of the building hand in hand.
Now came the best part.
The couple met the Howling Commandos, Colonel Phillips, and a friend at a very special place.
It was about as close to a reception as they’d get. Or want, for that matter.
They got the biggest table and crowded around like one big happy family.
There was eating, drinking, laughing, and even a little bit of singing. Oh, and there was dancing, too.
Bucky and Dugan got drunk and began spinning each other around on the dance floor.
Morita, Falsworth, Dernier, and Gabe respectfully drank at the table. Colonel Phillips struck up a conversation with Angie about respect for women in the workplace.
Steve and Peggy clutched onto each other as they swayed back and forth in the middle of the floor of the infamous Stork Club.
“Have I improved since last time?” Steve asked.
“Oh yes,” said Peggy. “My feet are hardly sore at all.”
She winked at him.
“Hey, y'know I think I’m doing a pretty good job.”
“I didn’t say you weren’t.”
“You didn’t say I was.”
“I was just teasing you, Captain.”
He kissed her, and she suddenly remembered what she had to tell him.
“Steve?” she said.
“How much do you love me?”
“I love you to the moon and back, and even more.”
“Then could I ask you a favor?”
“Of course.”
“Put your hand on my tum.”
“All right…”
He did so. “Now what?”
“Feel anything?”
“What if I told you, that there was a little heart beat in there? A little heart beat that will someday beat a mile a minute. And feet? Little itty bitty feet that will someday trudge through mud and dirt, and pitter patter against the floor barefoot. A mouth for kissing, a nose for sniffing, two ears for hearing, two eyes for taking in, and two hands for helping.”
By the time she was done, Steve was crying. His cerulean eyes little pools.
“What would you say if I told you that?”
“I’d say it’s impossible for me to love you more than I already do..”
She started to cry.
“But it’s a start.”
They hugged and kissed each other, breathing heavily, wet from the tears, and went to tell everyone the good news. As expected, they all were elated. Peggy looked around, admiring all the love and compassion in the room. How these people truly cared for her and Steve. How lucky, how damn lucky she’d get a miracle like Steve coming back. She knew in her heart that all of this was meant to be. And, for the first time in a long time, she felt like she was in the right place at the right time. Steve spent the rest of the night holding Peggy in his lap and smiling at her. They had all the time in the world.

rootsoforigin  asked:

I'm guessing Sapphire is just like Lapis, where they both have an atypical ability that can't be defined as weapon-conjuring. Sapphire has the foresight, and Ruby has the brawn. Would also explain why Garnet isn't as tall as Opal, since they're both so itty bitty. Also, Sapphire doesn't have feet.

Yea, it seems to make a lot more sense now, like that’s why Garnet’s weapons don’t need to be ‘put together’ like Opal’s and Sugilite’s were, because they weren’t a fused weapon, they were Ruby’s weapons. Sapphire not having feet was interesting! I guess maybe a lack of limbs removes the need for multiple limbs on the fusion?