You Are Kenough. You Might Sometimes Feel Like You Shouldnt Kengage With Others, Like Youre Unkenny

You are kenough. You might sometimes feel like you shouldn’t kengage with others, like you’re unkenny…

(Not that you can’t be as much of an abnormal kenigma as you want; I don’t want to kenforce that sort of negative kenergy here. Be all the Weird Barbie you want to see in the world.)

You are a unique and kenchanting individual. You are the Allan of Kens. You’re special and unique and perfect, and don’t let kenybody ever tell you otherwise.

You kenrich the lives of the people around you, and if you don’t see that yet, don’t let yourself be consumed by false kenvy.

You might feel like everyone around you is a Barbie and you’re just Ken. But there is no just to Ken. And there is certainly no and Ken. That “and” is the kenemy.

You are your own Matteldamned person.

You are kentitled to respect.

You deserve good things, and shouldn’t have to kendure the horrors that come your way, you beautiful, powerful kentity.

You are Kenough.

You are Kenough.

You are Kenough.

Need more of this in my cartoons thanks~

Y’know how in Spiderverse there’s a Peter B Parker. I’m the that of me’s I think. And that scares me; Somewhere out there, if there’s a version of me with good parents that met my emotional needs and supported me in my ambitions, holy shit. I would NOT want to meet them. That Dori could fight GOD, win, and take its throne.

My little brother said Persian was hot.

And of course I went,

😟 “This one??

That’s a cat”

And he said “no, the alolan one with the face”

“…This one????

……::That’s still a cat I think?-“

“Well the galarian one isn’t 😌”

“………..Isn’t it???????”

Me: *Tells my mom she’s an ableist*

My mom: enabling what?