This is what I have worked so hard to achieve these past two years.

On a health kick pre-Pride Fest.

Day 19/40

Feeling great.

Alexis and I:

Capturing the moment I re-uinted with my first love.

She moved to Seattle almost two years ago, and I only communicate with her via text or online.

I was finally ready to face her, without tension, without tears.

And so I did.

We talked as friends, we developed closure, and we proceeded as even better friends.

For once, seeing her and being with her doesn’t make me feel as if I’m dying.

I can move on.

But I will always love her, that’s just a first love sort of thing.

This dress was inspired by the student in my sociology class who thought that all feminists were hairy and butch. I just want to make sure that everyone knows that a feminist can wear whatever the fuck she or he (or both or neither) feels like wearing. My sociology professor loved the dress and she gave me extra credit! I used a potato stamp to make the print, I used a vintage pattern to make the dress, and I embroidered the phrase “This is what a feminist looks like” on the bodice.