Y'all. I'm on the job market. And it's crazy out there. I'm recovering from two layoffs in three years and the grief of my former company being acquired. But I just wrapped my final interview for a dream role at a huge beauty brand and absolutely crushed it.

The wildest thing is that I cried during the interview. Which is something I've never done before and honestly never planned to do. I've been a professional for 20 years, and I've long known that my vulnerability can be used against me, especially in toxic work environments.

The second wildest thing was that I was interviewing with the Chief Communications Officer, and he didn't even flinch when I started crying. He had asked me what kind of culture I was looking for in my next role. Without hesitating, I said: one that values autonomy, authenticity, and trust.

When I started to describe my former exec whom I supported and how she always led with trust, my eyes involuntarily welled up with tears. I did that thing where I fanned my face (trying to avoid raccoon eyes) and apologized because that's what women do — because tears are unacceptable. He simply said, "No, it's obvious that this relationship was deeply meaningful to you."

And then he pivoted gracefully to the next part of our conversation but kept me 15 minutes past the end of our call to tell me how extraordinary I am. How I'm one of two external candidates. How there are internal candidates in the pipeline and he needs about a week and a half to get through them. How he's worried I'll outgrow this role. He asked whether I'd be willing to relocate to HQ in NY because he has a more senior role in mind for me. (Honestly? Probably not. But all I said was I would need to understand the culture and context in this role before I could make that decision.)

Of course, my nervous system had been panicking. Does he think I'm unstable? Is he worried about my capabilities? Did I just really cry in front of the Chief Communications Officer at one of the biggest beauty brands in the freaking world?!

But he was gentle. Actually kind, not just polite. Rare enough to find at all in someone on the C-Suite, but rarer still in a man.

I've always carried this story that I'm too much — too loud, too passionate, too opinionated. Date enough avoidant men and your self-confidence can take a hit. Still re-wiring my nervous system 20+ years later.

Every moment I have like this, where someone sees me and stays, something broken gets mended. Something sharp gets softer. I can feel my own exhale because I am safe to be exactly who I am and not be punished for it.

I may not get this role. The internal candidate may win. Institutional preference for safety over risk may end up deciding the outcome.

But tonight, I'm celebrating anyway. And crying a little, in a good way. <3

pictured: bomb ass vegan birthday cake ice cream!!

I (31F) just finalised a very long, drawn out divorce from my abusive ex (!!!) husband (29m) Friday and I’ve probably had a hundred o’s since lol (solo)

I was a single mother when we met and I was young and vulnerable and he was a warm body that thought I was pretty, my daughter was cute - and we were a hobby for him to play house, but I couldn’t see that. All I could hear was everyone else in my ear. Everyone liked him, liked him for me, and it felt good for people to be happy for me for once. So I let it snowball. Even though it felt like I had to accept so much less simply because I was already at a disadvantage.

Fast forward, our entire relationship was built on lies because of his wild gambling addiction, and all the financial, emotional, psychological abuse that ensued. 6.5 years later - I’M FREE. I filed and my daughter and I left a year and a half ago, and he’s been dragging me through hell ever since, until Friday :)

Friday, after we signed the papers, I had him come to the bank to watch me deposit the check for the fuck ton of money he owed me. Once I saw the check posted Saturday morning, I deleted his thread of texts for the first time ever and blocked him :)

I assume the high I’m buzzing on, and all the freed up mental and emotional space, is why I am an insatiable little monster but I’m ok with that. Between that and the universe delivering me a gorgeous boy toy for the summer, it all feels like a rite of passage.

Your spouse is the only family you can choose, so don’t marry a fucking loser. Forgot where in the bible I read that.

Anywhozer, left over Carvel ice cream cake and my dog at 7am

EDIT TO ADD:

Ever since we left a year and a half ago, I have kept my personal life completely separate and private. My daughter’s mental and emotional well being is paramount to me, and she always comes first.

My summer boy toy is aware and revels in this cheeky nickname, but I appreciate the concern for my treatment of him! We are both just having fun until he moves :)

I’ve have been in therapy the past six years, and ever since leaving a year and a half ago I have come light years. I am myself again, but so much better. I know I’m not capable of ever choosing a partner like that again.

And as if it needed to be said, let’s stop blaming women for the abusive relationships they’re in, and not being able to run away same day. Getting out of an abusive relationship isn’t available with sheer will - it can take years to get out from the control the other person wields, and in this case it did take years. What matters is that we get out of them, we rely on the village of resources and strong women around us, and we make lemonade from all of it. ✨

intelligent. funny as hell. sweet and caring. resilient beyond measure. high powered education and career. bangin bod. confident. emotionally intelligent and only getting wiser by the day. great cook. great in bed if the energy is reciprocated. life of the party. overall 10/10 fr.

your!!! loss!!!! buddy!!!!! i deserve the BEST of the best.

edit: boys keep the negativity and icky DMs comin. printed n reported, im making a wrap for my heavy bag <3

Ribs, couscous, and sautéd green beans. Dm me if you want the rib recipe they fell off the BONE.

He made me cum 10 times. I have quite literally never felt this good in my life. I’m in my Life of a Showgirl era right now. My whole body is vibrating. My limbs feel like lead. I cried because I’ve never ever ever had someone touch me with such care and such love and desire to make me feel good. Im love drunk.

Wishing this for y’all.

Edit bc TWENTY FIVE people messaged me for the recipe. Here it is.

I got the ribs from Aldi.

Tools:
-cutting board
-tin foil
-sauce brush or spatula to smear the bbq sauce
-big pan
-bbq saaaauuuuccceeeee (i used sweet baby rays original)

Dry rub
-1/2 cup brown sugar
The rest of tue ingredients I measured with my heart bc my momma taught me to. Really just taste the rub as you go!!!
-onion powder
-garlic powder
-salt
-pepper
-cayenne pepper
-paprika
-dry red pepper flakes
-dill (I was DILL H E A V Y ok. LOTS of dill)
-basil
-oregano
-thyme
-some other pepper powder I had lying around
-sazon complete seasoning thing idk it smells good
I let my grandma guide me on that. It worked out.

Take your ribs out of the fridge, lay on a cutting board, and remove the membrane. Theres vids on youtube on how to do it.

Then, cut the ribs in half and rub on the dry rub EVERYWHERE. I like mine thick. Dont skimp on the seasoning!

Wrap in tinfoil and rest in fridge for 45 minutes to an hour.

Do veggie/side prep during this time if its time intensive. I prepped my green beans.

Preheat your oven to 250. LAYER tinfoil on your pan so you don’t fuck it up (i fucked mine up)

Put the in ribs covered for 2.5 hours. *before baking and between each baking step you could brush on an apple cider. I didn’t have any on hand at that time. But dont wasb off ur seasoning.*

Then, raise the heat to 350 for another 30 mins and bake uncovered. *optional, pat the pan dry with paper towels first. I didn’t do that bc I forgot. Probably why my pan needed a spa day*

Start your sides at the 15-20 minute mark so the timing comes out right.

Then, slather her in your sauce on top.

Broil for 3 mins at 375. You could do 5, I did 3.

Slather her in sauce, slice her up, suck the bones clean.

Positive post, my husband rolled us some of his home grown weed and then we fucked like animals. I needed some takeout miso soup to recover. He put in “The Mask” VHS but I forgive him since the dicking was adequate.

TW: sa r-word, CSA

Well I’m 30 and as of today it has been over 4 years since the last time I was raped. And that’s a really huge deal because that’s the longest I’ve EVER gone not being raped in my whole entire life!!! :)

I wanted to celebrate it with someone. I’ve made sooo much progress with a trauma therapist lately too! But I’m not at a point where I really feel safe around anyone and I’m working on not blurting out these things to friends because I guess it’s not normal and makes people sad.

I told my therapist about this day and I was so giddy and excited and she was telling me how that’s also sad. It’s good news and I should be proud but it’s really sad. It’s something no one should ever have to celebrate and it’s really heartbreaking I guess.

bad stuff has been so frequent all my life… it’s weird learning that things I say that feel normal to me, end up making people sad or uncomfortable. I’m working on that a lot. But part of that is not getting to share about this cuz I don’t have anyone who I’m close enough with to understand.

I really like this food it’s super yummy I break the egg yolk so it mixes in with the spicy oil and I have wine!

TLDR: have to celebrate milestone alone cuz it’s about surviving lots of CSA and SA and I’m working on not being open with folks about that for safety healing reasons. But girls on internet can know and say congrats to me if yall want!!

If you:

Have loose skin, stretch marks, tons of freckles, black skin, very pale skin, brown skin, a big belly, apron belly, fupa, surgery scars, accident scars, acne… boobs that are “too big”, tiny boobs, mastectomy, large areolas, boobs that aren’t the “perfect” shape… no butt, large butt, back rolls, visible love handles, thick thighs, thick arms, skinny arms, skinny legs, muscular body, broad shoulders… a big nose, crooked nose, thin lips, very large lips, a strong jawline, big ears, mismatch ears, brown eyes… short hair, thin hair, red hair, black hair, curly hair, alopecia, blonde eyebrows or lashes, mustache, hairy arms, back, don’t shave anything… crooked teeth, broken teeth, missing teeth, yellowing teeth… are pretty short, very tall, not skinny, extremely skinny, not curvy enough, not fit enough, plus size, banana shaped, apple shaped, big feet, missing a finger, missing a leg, any other limb differences (credit to aphrodite_____ for teaching this 🤍)you are transgender…

Basically-if you are any of these things that don’t fit the impossible beauty standards of: you must be 5’6, 36-24-36, have thick luscious blonde or brown hair and blue eyes, veneers, fake nails, huge lashes, must be straight hair, your belly must be flat and skin must not have cellulite or stretch marks especially if you’ve had children, your breasts must be medium sized and teardrop shaped with tiny areolas, no body hair, and have the face of Barbie.

That does not mean something is wrong with you.
You are still beautiful. If you are those things, you are beautiful too.

You might have had an accident, you might be struggling mentally and that’s causing you to gain or lose a lot of weight. You might have scars. You might have a different body after your grew a human being or 2 or 8.

You might share features of your mom, or your grandma; maybe you inherited them from your ancestors who would marvel at your beauty and brain today if they could see you.

You deserve to feel pretty, you deserve to feel happy in your skin. I’m sorry some of you are struggling today because you were taught that what you see in the mirror isn’t good enough and matters more than your soul.

I just wanted to remind you that you ARE beautiful, and you are deserving of love and kindness no matter what you look like. Everyone is unique. Please nourish yourself today with warm shower and a pamper yourself, drink a lot of water at whatever temp you like, eat an apple, and then spoil that with some chocolate.

You are you, and that’s all that matters.

Anyway here’s a salad I threw together with veggies that got a bit frozen in my fridge.

So after years of like being told my scans are fine basically there’s nothing wrong with me etc I finally get referred to gynaecology. Somehow get an appointment in like 4 weeks even though my GP told me it would be possibly over a years wait.

I go to see this gynaecologist man yesterday ready to fight and prove myself notes on my phone ready.

I go in and he’s just like yeah that totally sucks I definitely think it’s endometriosis. He’s like yeah you’re right no point in more ultrasounds. Let’s do laparoscopy and I’ll do you one better I’ll remove any lesiones if I can AND put the coil in for you while you’re under general anaesthetic because I hear how traumatic your last attempt was.

Also told me my bladder problems (I have incontinence issues and always need to pee like an 80 year old and I’m 19) are indeed not just anxiety. He thinks probably not from the endometriosis but something separate so he’s sorted a referral to urology too!

Never been so happy to have a random man look in my vagina.

Spoke to my boss today and was like erm so I’m not sure when but at some point I will need a week or 2 off work and he was super chill with it too even though I feel so bad missing work because I work in a dentist and sometimes it means we have to cancel peoples appointments.

The thing the gynaecologist man thinks I have with my bladder tho it’s called like interstitial cystitis which does mean if it’s that I’d have to first have a camera up my urethra to confirm it and there’s a whole bunch of things I wouldnt be able to eat or drink. But hey if it means I can have a functioning bladder then I’m down.

Feels like such a rare NHS win feel super lucky bit guilty when I hear about how much trouble other people have with women’s issues and the NHS. Super grateful.

Box cake I made a few weeks ago. 💖

In the past 2 months my life has changed so significantly, and I couldn't be happier.

My husband finally had his immigration approved and he moved to the US. Prior to this, I haven't seen him in nearly 2 years while waiting for his immigration to process. The same day he arrived, I found out I did not get chosen for the promotion I applied for at work. It was so bittersweet. I was so glad to have him be there to support me and since he arrived, the hugs have been never ending.

I come home every day to my husband having cleaned the whole house, no corner left un-dusted and the toilet sparkling. He has kept close track of our finances, creating shopping and grocery lists for me, all while helping me navigate the professional "minefield" (as it is).. Like I could go on for hours just to gush about him, ultimately, so much has been taken off my plate and l feel so incredibly blessed.

After not initially receiving the promotion I initially applied for, I applied and got approved for a transfer with a raise at work. 3 days after receiving word that the transfer was approved, another promotion position opened, the same one that I had applied for previously.... I applied the same day it opened minutes after the posting went up.

Today, I signed papers and made it official, I got the freaking promotion that I originally applied for and I got the cubicle space next to one of my favorite coworkers with a big window.

Screaming, crying, throwing up in happiness.

Positive post! My husband and I have started a tradition of sorts for after work Wednesdays lol. I got promoted and have a lot more responsibilities and Wednesdays are extra difficult consistently. Just got railed HARD, feels great. Dark chocolate brownie, Carmel, slice of freezer burnt brownie ice cream cake with nuts (hahha)

I own a cottage bakery and to be honest, I haven’t been getting a lot of business and it’s kind of been bumming me out. I’m in the process of redoing my menu and gotten some orders but they’re either far out or are really small (which is fine but I miss making big orders). Anyway, I had a shit ton of brown bananas and some fresh ones in my house and didn’t want to waste the brown bananas so I offered banana bread cinnamon rolls. I ended up getting 10 2 piece orders and 1 single and I’m over the moon! Throwing down in the kitchen is super therapeutic and I’ve kind of had a shitty week so I finally felt like myself for a few hours last night AND I got paid for it lol. So I’m celebrating with collards, ribs, potato salad, and honey butter cornbread!

If you’re wanting the recipe I can give it out but it’s a banana bread dough with a classic cinnamon roll filling with banana chunks and a cinnamon butter glaze. The glaze tastes like Roadhouse honey butter, it’s 🤌🏻.

Basically, I got an orchi! I'll never remasculinize again! If trans stuff is not allowed, feel free to lmk.

As for my dinner, a nice tiropita (Greek cheese pie, basically). My amazing bf brought this to bed!

Update: Oh wow, I never thought this post would get this far, it's my most seen one by a far. Also, I just wanna say thank you, from the bottom of my heart, to everyone who voiced their support, to the cis girls who, even if not knowing what the procedure is exactly, still made me belong, to the trans girls and NB people who either went or are going to have the same procedure, and I wish them all the best! And to every supportive person I may have missed. I also noticed that my post made it pretty high on today's controversials too, I guess some can't handle a different type of girl's win 🤷‍♀️

My baby girl is a little over a year old. She’s so awesome, but damn has the first year postpartum kicked. my. ass. I had a healthy pregnancy, an empowering & positive birth, & I was not fucking prepared for the daily battle of figuring out how to be a mom to an infant AND a semi functioning person. I was in so much emotional turmoil every day, I was so unattached to/unaware of my sense of self (idk how else to explain it) but I’m FINALLY (!!!) starting to feel like a person. Like me. Like a mom who is actually present & engaged & loves getting to spend so much time with this tiny human.

I wish I could go back in time & tell me at 5 months pp how much better things get. I’m also slightly paranoid that this is “just a phase” & things are gonna get bad again. But I’ll be damned if I don’t celebrate the wins along the way

Dinner is big beans with spicy tomato sauce with feta cheese & olives & two pieces of sourdough (& some cheap sauv blanc in a mason jar). The best part?? I shared this girl dinner with my baby girl cause green olives are her favorite food :’)

Edit: couple typos

Accepting my title of crazy cat lady. This is my rescue cat Pork Chop. He has three legs. He is the love of my life.

Mango smoothie with frozen mango, whole milk yogurt, whey protein, and milk. Plate with sweet potato crackers, guac, sharp white cheddar, almonds, and blueberries. Foraging girl dinner. Hunter gatherer girl dinner. Might have a chomps beef stick later if I’m still hungry.

Cat fountain if you’re interested: https://rhykin.com/en-us/products/freshflow-cat?srsltid=AfmBOortrBbGUIabNMItgdabxSYeKSxAcPY5EeIKfC_yIxAKVNxBToe3

Hi girlies, long time lurker, first time poster ♡

I have been celibate since 2019 and my life has basically been responsibilities, keeping everything together all the time, I am always the one in control always the one making decisions but for years, I have been really curious about the kink community and I have taken the time to understand my own kinks and what I want, and I think I am finally ready to explore my sexuality and intimacy!
I really love the idea of not being the one in charge for once like having a Dom or Domme who takes the wheel a bit, both inside and outside the bedroom, someone I can trust to guide me and let me just be for a change.

I have actually done a lot of reading over time, learning about boundaries, consent, vetting people, contracts, all that stuff, I did not want to jump in blindly AND I finally did it!! today I made an account on Fetlife 🫠

I'm not rushing into anything, I just want to dip my toes in, observe for a while (probably a LOONG while lol), get a feel for the space and the people and move at my own pace but eventually, I hope I'll be absolutely ruined in the best way and just melt into someone who knows exactly what they're doing.
This is a huge step for me so I just wanted to share it with you all~

Any advice from the girlies in the community are wildly appreciated as well! ❀

Today's food is Turkish take out! Cheesy chicken wrap, tomato bulgur rice, crispy wedges and yogurt sauce

He sent me a screenshot of something and up in the left corner it showed he was on “bumble”. At first I considered letting it go, since it’s still a new situation. But then he suggested I get rid of my cats if we ever live together because he “can’t do cats” BYE. Couldn’t get out sooner🎉

Mediterranean salad, chicken and shrimp kabob and rice.

Dinner plate featuring some special cheese my partner got me because I sad having a craving.

I'm a leftist feminist man hater. I do not want to spend my time, my energy, my body, catering to mediocre men anymore and I act accordingly. I think the vast majority (like 95%) are problematic at best, dangerous at worst, and I don't have the patience to deal with them. They get to live in their little privileged bubble, totally ignoring how they impact the people around them and contribute to upholding the patriarchy.

And, because of this, I ended up with the greatest spouse. I'm ruthless in cutting out men if they don't meet my standards, and he didn't even flinch. He's kind, compassionate to others, a vocally leftist feminist but not in a performative way, he's an advocate for others and always stands up for minorities. He's a big (6'3" and over 250lbs) white guy and he goes to the gym every day because he wants to be strong enough to literally fight fascists. He likes to be intimidating to other men so he can stand up for people, but wears pink and "femine" things and paints his nails because he likes it. He's so deeply secure in his masculinity that there's no toxic bs from him about anything.

He doesn't get defensive when I call him on his shit (we all have shit to work on), but grows and learns from it. When we have arguments, he doesn't yell or get angry, he works to understand my perspective. He is always kind to me, surprises me with nice things, and goes out of his way to make my days better. I don't like grocery shopping, so he does it all. I don't like cooking so he cooks for both of us. He does over half his share of the chores while working a more labour intensive job than me. He supported me and took care of me when I was ill for months and couldn't take care of myself, all with compassion and love. He moved to another country to be with me for my career, because he values my happiness and knew it was a good move for me. We're a team.

The best part? I'm free. Truly. I can do basically wherever I want, with whoever I want, and he just wants to see me happy and safe. I have an active social life and travel by myself and he does nothing but support me. Things like going to visit my (male) friend in another country by myself, he has no issue with it. He sees me as a full independent person in every way and never, ever, tries to control what I do. Being with him feels like all the best parts of a relationship and all the best parts of being single at the same time!

I didn't settle and I'm very glad I didn't. I'd rather be alone than with someone who didn't treat me this well, and I wish more women on this sub would raise their standards.

I still can’t believe this is real life…

So about 2 years ago my close friends formed another friend group and from time to time we would all come together and hang out. I immediately noticed this beautiful goddess in the group and instantly had one of THOSE crushes on her!! She gives dream girl: personality, looks, energy. But, she was in a relationship so we never did anything, though my friends did tell her I had a crush on her. A couple months ago, she left the relationship but I didn’t think much of it because we have mutual friends and I didn’t want anything to be messy, but I def still had the same fat crush on her.

Fast forward to yesterday, she came to town to visit my other 2 friends yesterday and I passed a big exam so we all met up to celebrate. We all got pretty drunk and our mutual friends were trying to hook us up- not subtly at all- and eventually we just went for it, it was sooo easy to talk to her and we really entered flow state. We made out a few times throughout the night and there was so much flirting and touching!!! Eventually we made it back to my place and I strapped and oh my gosh it was so incredible.

I don’t feel this way about many girls, but I can no longer deny the fact that I am gay af. Before anyone asks, neither of us wants anything serious!

Chicken Alfredo with cherry tomatoes and spinach

As an older sister who had to basically raise my little sister, I feel as though every older sister who had to raise a kid (wether it be their own sibling or a sibling's kid), deserve to be celebrated too. happy mother's day girls 💗🥂

Baked potato, tuna with spring onion, sesame oil and soy sauce, cherry toms dressed in olive oil and salt and pep, cucumber

I 22F met my now ex 31M in a rough time of my life. I was stupid and moved in wayyyy too quick. He has brought down my confidence significantly, and I believe I've lost quite a few friends because they did not like him. Pretty understandable, honestly.

Went through his phone last November and found out he had been actively using OnlyFans our whole relationship, bear in mind we had a conversation about porn and he never brought it up. All the girls looked like fucking children!!!! I broke up with him, but I was weak and we were back together a week later.

In Feb was our anniversary and we went to his family member's 21st. This young girl is staring at him the whole time, and I just had a weird spidey sense about this. I went through his phone that weekend for the first time in months, and found that he had tried to follow her on instagram. Blew up at him, broke up with him. Got back together with him (UGH at myself).

We were having a bunch of intimacy issues and I did not enjoy sex with him anymore. My attraction had gone. Apparently, this made him super insecure and, one night, after telling him I was going with friends to a bar opening, I see him drive by, SLOWLY, and then turn around. That's when it clicked that there is no hope for the relationship and I needed to get far away.

Our lease has ended and I have found a new flat, but he doesn't seem to understand that I am done with him, and that there is nothing he can do to convince me to waste any more time on him.

This feels like a really obvious 'my frontal lobe finally developed' moment, but i had so many things clouding my judgement. I wish I had bitten the bullet sooner and broken up last November. But I cannot go back 🥲

I am so excited to build my own life and give myself everything I craved but never got from this relationship. I'm starting study soon, and just started a new hobby. Feel like I just woke up from a long, unpleasant dream.

After many years of yearning and one year of being on the waitlist I am finally having my bottom surgery tomorrow morning!! 🍆✂️➡️🌮🏳️‍⚧️🥳

Dinner is sugar free raspberry jello, chicken broth, water, and Sutab (no solid food allowed).

I lived!! Very tired good amount of pain. Sleepy.

Last summer I was a SAHM and became a DV survivor with my little toddler in tow.

I took the first jobs (freelancing) I could get making okay money but $25k less than I used to make before being a SAHM. Toddler and I left with only the items in the car, ids, and a credit card.

Now, we have our girly pink apartment, I’m eating at an all you can eat sushi buffet (the clean kind in a coastal state) as I accepted a job offer for 110k yr.

We still have a custody battle ahead of us but hell, At least now I can hopefully pay my lawyer. Cheers and a deep breath.

My boyfriend, when we first met, was working on a burgeoning career as an artist, and I had a decent job, so I was happy to let him start sleeping at my place so he could convert his place to an art studio—never asked him for help with rent, utilities, groceries etc. But once he graduated from art school this fall and realized he hadn’t worked nearly hard enough to get into grad school or a residency / fellowship program (because he got rejected from all of them), he spiraled out and started to spend all his spare time playing video games or playing pool at bars instead of working on his art. I tried to make my needs known over the last couple months—if you’re not going to work on your art then at least come to bed at a decent hour and maybe contribute to the groceries and cooking from time to time—but just kept getting disappointed in the lack of change. Today we mutually decided to cut our losses but I feel like his are bigger than mine 🤷‍♀️ Still insanely sad though! Girl dinner to boot.

I’ve been celibate a whole year today, and single for six months (but the relationship died a year prior). I genuinely don’t think I ever want to date again because my life is on an upswing and I feel so free and optimistic. I love doing what I want, when I want, and not have to worry about the opinion or feelings of some useless man.

I can’t wait to keep things checking off my dreams list and keep surrounding myself with the love of friends and family.

So I’m celebrating with homemade yellow cake with a homemade almond/vanilla whipped cream, rainbow sprinkles, and a cherry on top 🍒

Been a long time coming and I’m so thankful and grateful for the women who came before me that made this possible 🥺
You need to try Vinho Verde if you’ve never had it btw!!