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This is great, it’s like playing a snuff film!
Today I spent a good two minutes laughing about the acronym for the Screen Actor’s Guild. How’s your day going?
I’m not an Adventure Time fan as much as I’m a Lumpy Space Princess fan.
why did i ever start watching this show and how many people can i drag down with me
The Joan Brandt Story.
I’ve been reflecting on identity.
When I was first diagnosed with cancer way back in high school, I was terrified of being the “cancer girl.” The girl who’s sole identifier is disease. I was terrified of it becoming a part of my identity, and started the mantra “I am not my disease.”
It became difficult to keep that up after my cancer came back. The new chemo regimen kept me constantly ill, unable to do much beyond watch TV and play video games (and knit a very long scarf that I wrapped around a couch out of boredom today). Chunks of time went missing. Most of my friends were away for college. Life without cancer became a distant memory. My life was cancer. Everything I did was done with my disease in mind. I relished the days I had a clear head; I used to stay up as late as I could the day before chemo, knowing that it would be the last time I’d have a clear(ish) head for at least a couple weeks.
Then it was over, and I was at college. I started my freshman year about two months after I completed treatment. I was still picking up the pieces of my identity when I started classes. It sounds stupid, but I didn’t know who I was for a long time; it took me the better part of the year to figure out how to extract myself from being the sick kid.
I didn’t know how to begin.
Beyoncé l Jealous
Beyoncé’s iconic looks in her Jealous music video