Reflecting Back : Moving On and Moving Out

I said I’d be getting more personal with this blog, which may be a good or bad thing, I’m not sure, but I love writing and I’m doing this for me more than for my cosplay related stuff and to promote myself. I said in an earlier post that I keep journals regularly and I stumbled across an old entry dated March 2014, and realized that this week marks my 2nd year living here in Albany, NY.  It has honestly FLOWN by, I can’t believe I’ve lived upstate for two years. For those of you who don’t know, my “Just a Girl from Brooklyn” is more than a Captain America reference, I was born and raised there and have lived there for most of my life (barring my time in Orlando where I worked in the Disney College Program, but that’s a blog for another time, kids). What caused this spark and change in me to leave my childhood home? Well, I think all of that’s kind of way too personal for this blog, but let’s just say I had a need to get out of the city for my mental piece of mind.

Moving out of the city was honestly the best thing I’ve ever done.

People poke fun at me when I tell them I’m originally from Brooklyn, with the jabs ranging from “Ew, why?” to “Don’t you miss real pizza?” (The answer to the latter is YES, and is honestly the only thing besides family that I miss on a daily basis, but I digress.) But, I honestly love it here. People here don’t (usually) scare me, it’s much cleaner and actually affordable. But living at home until I got married just wasn’t for me. I knew I couldn’t do the long distance thing, from prior experience, it may work for others but it’s simply not for me. And when I first visited Albany and got to know what it was like in my boyfriend’s neck of the woods, I knew this is where I wanted to be. Chris and I discussed it and we thought, financially and all, that it wouldn’t make sense for us to have two separate apartments, and thought we could definitely make living together work.

The catch, and the thing that shocked most of my Brooklyn friends and family members, was at the time I’d moved up here, we were only together for 4 months at the time. Yes, it definitely widened some eyes, and perhaps 4 months is a bit too soon to move in with a significant other, but it just made the most logical and financial sense for both of us. I won’t lie: it was the furthest thing from easy. Coming to a place where I didn’t know ANYONE except those people I was introduced to by my boyfriend and his family (who, by the way, massive credit to them, because without them I wouldn’t have lasted two seconds without friends or a car)  was jarring in a sense. It hit me way later that I really didn’t have much of a life. I secured one job for myself, and at first, held a total of 3 jobs when I first came here, because I was really adamant about not receiving help from family, who at first, were not too happy about my choice to move in with someone who was kind of a stranger to them. And I don’t blame them for that in the slightest. It was pretty sudden of a move to them, but they did support the decision since they knew I would achieve the piece of mind I needed.

I would be lying if I said it was easy for me. It was a hard decision to make. But I knew I didn’t want to be that kid who relied on their parents for everything and I knew the only way I could figure out who I was as a person was to get out there on my own and experience new things. Don’t get me wrong, I love Brooklyn. I love my friends I have there but it just wasn’t enough for me to stay there. I knew I wouldn’t be able to afford my own place and the job market out there was just really unwelcoming. Hard times financially took a toll and it was a hard rut to get out of. Add that on top of first apartment shopping, moving in with a significant other and getting used to living with a BOY…all huge changes.

A friend of mine recently brought up my move and asked how I did it…and the answer is, I’m really not sure. I don’t know how I managed to even survive. But I did, and I keep on surviving! When I look back to where I was when I started out here, and how my life is today, I’m honestly really proud of myself. Even with my anxiety issues I was able to push through and make this all work. Of course I had some help, but I’m so proud of the fact that I did something for myself. I spent so much of my life trying to please others and it was such an eye opening experience realizing that not EVERYTHING I do needs to be done with others in mind. I knew I was done driving myself crazy just so other people could have peace of mind. I deserved piece of mind and I’m honestly so lucky I got it.

Moral of the story kiddos: Change can be scary, but ultimately necessary in order to grow as a person. Even though I’ve made mistakes, I’m so glad I have support and that I live in a place where I can be free of the negativity of the past. I was given the opportunity to start over fresh and create the life I wanted for myself and I can honestly say I live a much happier life. Do YOU and make sure you’re living the life you want to be.



Undies Updates: Week of 3/13

I’ve decided it might be cool to update this weekly with kind of a recap of what I’ve been up to! I love journaling and keep my personal journal pretty up to date but I feel like I should open up more to my followers because a) it seems like there’s so many more of you now and b) I’m open about everything else, so why not? Besides, I really feel like I need to show you guys a side of me that’s more than just various costumes. I want you to be able to know the girl inside of them a little better.

Okay! So since Katsucon I feel like I’ve been moving non-stop in terms of costuming and conventions. Genericon totally creeped up on me…I really thought that I’d have such a huge gap after Katsu to prepare for it but I really underestimated how quickly it would come around. With the urging of two of my best friends in the cosplay scene locally, Jaye Cosplay and Comatose Cosplay, I entered a skit for Genericon, which yes, marked my first time competing in a skit category. I’ve done a few walk-ons at smaller contests but I’ve never really cared about competing. I don’t really like to sew and while I continue to build my craft, I’m more about giving panels, portraying characters and enjoying the big picture than getting caught up in the competitive side of cosplay. (And I mean, let’s be real, isn’t there enough competitiveness in the cosplay world?) But it seemed like competing in skit was all the fun parts about competing without any of the bullshit, so I was glad to do it, especially alongside two great cosplay pals. We didn’t win but I really felt as if people enjoyed our skit– lots of laughs and it was a ton of fun to do. If you want to watch it, you can click here and do that! I also acted as a human prop in my Fairy Godmother for Miss Ellie F Cosplay, one of my favorite cosplayers and people in general, who won first prize in the Youth Category for skit! Yay! I was also able to give two amazing panels and I had a great time giving both.

After Genericon was this weekend’s event, Syracuse PowerCon, where I was a cosplay guest and media guest with my people at Brotherhood of Evil Geeks. We had a blast there too. It’s been like, forever, since I’ve had to give a lecture/panel by myself so I was having a minor panic attack about it, but surprisingly, it went super smoothly! There should be video footage of it soon so I won’t spoil too much, but there were some adorable kiddos present who really made my day!

Personally, things have been looking up! I’ve got a pretty full schedule for conventions this year and I’m just counting my blessings. It’s kind of crazy that people want me at their events, and I feel like I’m actually making a difference in this community! It’s a great feeling to have. I’m working so hard to bring you guys content in terms of this site, my page, modeling and great panels. On top of that, I’m working on my education and hope that my GRE (Graduate Admissions Test) goes well and I can return to school in the fall! Fingers, toes, and other appendages crossed.

That’s it for this week! Hope you guys enjoyed this teensy glimpse into my life! Can’t wait for you guys to see what I’ve got coming up in terms of cosplay. <3

Convention Announcements for 2016 & What I Learned in 2015

I’m really excited to share with you all my list of conventions and guest appearances for this year. I really am blessed in the fact that many of these cons are farther away than I normally venture, which means new opportunities to foster new connections and relationships, both business and personal.

I won’t lie, but 2015 was a hard year for me, mentally, emotionally, physically, it took a toll on me. Many people I trusted and loved in this community let me down, they cast me aside, used me and tried to make me shut down. I was devastated with the way I was treated by some people I really thought were my closest friends, and I went through a month or so wondering who exactly I could trust. Nobody tells you how difficult it can be to be in the public eye sometimes. I don’t mean to make myself sound more important than I am, really, that’s not what I’m saying here. I try and see the best in people and I will literally stand by them till the bitter end. But once I’m disrespected– that all can change. In a way, everything worked out for the best. I’m much happier now and I’m glad I have these opportunities to step away from the toxicity of some of the people in my local area and start a bit fresh. A few friends that I actually feel that I can trust and I are working to make this community better; so we’ve formed a legion called CosUNITY, where we will be promoting positivity and working towards a better experience for all.

So here I am, pushing onward, for some odd and strange reason. I don’t know how I do it sometimes. I know for a fact I wouldn’t be able to do it without many of your support. So, from the bottom of my heart, thank you all.

I can’t wait for all of these events and I’m hoping to meet a ton of you at them. 🙂.

Amazonian Musings : September Suicide Awareness

As we’re approaching the two year anniversary of my blog (I know, crazy, right?) I’ve resolved to get back into the habit of actually maintaining this thing. I do, after all, pay for the website, and I feel like it could be used way more often. And one thing I’m resolving to do on here is to get a bit more personal. [Potential Trigger Warnings]

If you’re active on any social media site, you’ve probably seen a post or two about September being Suicide Awareness month. I felt like I should do something for it, and what better to do than to share a personal experience? I’m kind of nervous to write this out, I’m shaking a bit as I type. I get a ton of messages every day from people saying things about how I’ve inspired them in one way or another…through cosplay, through promoting positive body image…but this is a topic I haven’t touched on yet, or even spoken about publicly. I do keep a private journal, because in this age of hustle and bustle and social media, it’s rare that many of us new-age writers have anything personal to call our own. We post online where we receive comments and instant feedback on everything we publish. Having something like a private journal is nice because you don’t need to stress about post reach or feedback. It’s, well, private. But in the interest of helping others, I’ve decided to share this with you guys, whoever you may be. Not for comments, or likes, but because if I help ONE person by sharing this experience, I feel my job has been done.

I never really talk about it openly, but this year I was officially diagnosed with anxiety and depression. It didn’t come as a shock to me, since I’ve been struggling with it for nearly my entire life up to this point — alone, and without therapy or medication. I can’t pinpoint where it all began, but I can tell you it’s been a source of many other problems in my life. Depression/Anxiety is something like my ongoing antagonist. It’s destroyed friendships, my GPA, some job opportunities — the list can go on and on. I always thought it was just me. I was lazy, un-motivated and a failure. Years later, I can now understand that it wasn’t me. It was this stupid final boss I needed to conquer. And this year, I finally took steps to help myself get better.

Did I finally slay the final boss? I’d be lying if I said I did. That the mean old monster was vanquished, I cleared the last level and the final credits rolled. I’m a long way off from that. But hey– I’m not doing so bad thus far. I have a pretty awesome track record for surviving — I’ll be leveling up to 24 in a day or so.

It sounds cheesy, but it DOES get better. Whenever I see a story on the news about a teenager or child being bullied to death, I feel personally affected. That’s just my way. I’m sensitive and empathetic, sue me. I was bullied A LOT growing up for one reason or another. It’s so crazy to think that I get messages of support daily, have nearly 5,000 followers on my Facebook page alone who see me as some sort of body positive pioneer. If you’d told me back in elementary school that people would literally stop me in the mall or at conventions for photos and thank me profusely for helping them through a hard time, I’d probably blink at you all confused-like and walk away. I really can’t wrap my head around it, even today. But it’s not about that. You don’t need 5,000 people to tell you you’re awesome. If you’re reading this, you’re awesome. YOU ARE AWESOME. Unless you’ve committed serial murders or bludgeoned a baby or something…in which case you should probably stop reading my blog and go turn yourself in?

We may not be able to defeat the final boss alone, but we can do it together. Your party is always stronger when you’ve got different weapons equipped and different skill levels. Reach out to a friend in real life or a friend on the Internet. Reach out to ME, if you need to. You’re never alone.

I’d like to close with some inspirational words from one of my favorite Disney attractions, ‘The Carousel of Progress’. I hope they resound with you the way they do for me.

There’s a great big beautiful tomorrow, shining at the end of every day. There’s a great big beautiful tomorrow, and tomorrow is just a dream away!.

The Cosplay Issues Nobody Wants to Talk About

Hi y’all! I know it’s been a few days since I posted, and I’m sorry about that, I’ve just been working non-stop on a billion and one different projects, so trust me, I’ve got a good reason and it’s allllll worth it!

Recently on my Facebook page, I posted a rant at midnight about how I think that cosplay is so much more than making money. Some people took this in the wrong way, saying I was throwing stones at glass houses, since I make money off of certain things, like prints and appearances from time to time. (I spend and lose waaaayyyy more money than I make, though, I’m no fancy cosfamous person.) Let me clarify for you all: I am NOT, nor will I ever, judge cosplayers for making money off their craft. I think it’s a beautiful and admirable thing, and admire anyone who can make money off of something as awesome as cosplay. Rather, I’m trying to say that MONEY ISN’T EVERYTHING.

I recently unfollowed a cosplayer on Facebook because she kept ranting about how she wanted to be more famous, and was basically resorting to all kinds of desperate measures to get there. It’s stuff like that that really makes me miss the old days of cosplay.

As far as the cosplay vets that have been doing this since the early to mid 90’s, and even further back from that, they obviously have more to say about the olden days of cosplay, but even as someone who’s been going to cons since ’07-08 and cosplaying since ’09 or so, I can see a huge difference in the cosplay community. So many people, myself included, get caught up in the “cosplay branding” thing.  Making a Facebook page, securing a cool cosplay alias, etc. These are all things that are fairly new to the community. Now, once again, before some people attack me for ‘shaming’ people with pages– I’m definitely not trying to say there’s anything wrong with building a name for yourself…I’m just simply saying I miss the good old days. I did everything for the fun of it. I didn’t care what people thought of the quality and craftsmanship of my work. I didn’t use the internet to promote my cosplays, I didn’t even have a Facebook page for them back then. I don’t even have photos of my earlier costumes. People would stop you at a convention and geek out with you. There were no barriers within the community. Everyone just simply co-existed and it was wonderful and beautiful.

There are obviously still reasons to get yourself involved with cosplay, and it’s still an enjoyable hobby for me, of course, since I still do it…but a part of me deep down inside wonders what it would be like if I didn’t have my cosplay page. If I still did what I did purely for fun and didn’t have to worry about the social media aspect of it.

In regards to Gofundme pages, while I do agree some people misuse them and overdo the crowd sourcing from time to time, I don’t personally care what anyone does. If I don’t like a campaign, I’ll ignore it. Far be it from me to prevent someone from giving their own money to a cause they find worthy.

In short, do not concern yourself with the opinions of others. If you feel you’re a good person and make good choices for YOURSELF, that’s all that matters. There will always be naysayers and someone who will take offense to something you do. The more followers/the more you put yourself out there, the more this will happen. Just try and be the best person you can possibly be, and spread the positivity throughout the community!.

Talk Nerdy To Me: Days 3&4 of the 30 Day Book Challenge

I would go through and explain why I’m doing this again, but chances are, you’ve read my other posts if you’re bothering to come back here and check on my blog. So without further ado I’ll start Days 3 and 4 as I don’t have that much time to write today!



I didn’t feel too badly about missing a day for posting because Days 3 and 4 kind of go together anyway. Day 3 asks for your favorite series, and Day 4 expands upon that asking your favorite book of the series.

This to me is a complete no brainer…I would have to say the Harry Potter series by J.K Rowling. I know that’s kind of a cop out and the “basic bitch” answer. I could’ve picked something worse, I guess. But yeah. I first picked up a Harry Potter book at age 8, and by then, books 1-3 were already out. I powered through them like nobody’s business and loved every moment of them. I remember having to wait for my copy of Goblet of Fire to arrive at my house, since we pre-ordered it on Amazon. My mother had read the books as well, so it was so cool that I had someone to geek out with about the wizarding world. I’ve been through so much with this series, seriously. It followed me from my childhood to my adult years. I cried when Dumbledore died and threw the book at my bedroom wall, leaving a mark that’s still there today. I’ve laughed with these characters and cried and mourned with them as well. I could literally go on forever, but I would bore you all.

My favorite book in this series…that’s a loaded question. I would have to say it’s a tie between “Chamber of Secrets”, because to me that’s the most captivating (aside from ‘Sorcerer’s Stone’ which started it all) or “Goblet of Fire” because that’s when shit got real!

I apologize for this sloppy blog entry, but I’m literally rushing to write this as I am headed to NYC for a comedy show tonight and to prepare for FCBD tomorrow! I promise my next challenge days will not be as horribly written!.

Talk Nerdy To Me: Day 2 of the 30 Day Book Challenge!


Click to enlarge + get a clearer view of the challenge!

Hi friends, as I said in yesterday’s “Book Challenge” post, I’ve been thinking of ways to make this blog a lot more personal, so you guys can get to know me a bit better, and one of my biggest loves are books! Today I’ll be doing Day 2 of the Book Challenge, and the prompt is “A Book You’ve Read More Than 3 Times”. 

A book I always find myself super gravitated to is ‘The Princess Bride’ and the abridged version by William Goldman (which I think is the only version in English? Maybe?) . The first time I read this book, it was actually assigned summer reading in high school. I remember rolling my eyes and thinking I wouldn’t like this book, but instead, read it all in one day while lounging on the beach at the Jersey Shore. Despite there being a movie I can rewatch, I always find myself re-reading the book, and while the movie is great I much prefer the book. While a lot of the ‘abridged’ bits get written into the movie as conversation between the grandfather and grandson, I really enjoy it a lot in the context of the book because it makes me feel like the story is being read to me, despite the fact I’m reading it by myself. I hope that doesn’t make me sound weird.

My copy of the Princess Bride resides in my parents house, and I seriously need to grab that sucker next time I visit because I’m dying to re-read it again, despite having a few books on my shelf that I am meaning to finish. The copy has breaks in the spine and creases on the pages and I love the book that much more because of it. Next time I read it, I might even be a monster and annotate quotes and things I really love. To some, that might be blasphemous because they love to keep their books in immaculate condition, but for me, a sign of wear and tear just means the book was EXTRA loved!

The saddest thing I remember about reading The Princess Bride the first time was when it ended.  My copy had a few pages of ‘Buttercup’s Baby’, which is the sequel to The Princess Bride, and I remember getting super excited about the thing, only to later research it and find out that it never came to be in a fully translated version because Goldman couldn’t get the rights to it.

This book is literally perfect in every single way, and I highly recommend it if you haven’t read it, especially if you’re a lover of the movie, or love high fantasy and silliness.

More tomorrow from this lovely challenge!


Talk Nerdy To Me: Day 1 of the 30 Day Book Challenge!

Hello lovely people of the internet! In an attempt to try and have this blog be more personal, I’ve decided to undergo some challenges in order to help you guys get to know me better. For those of you who don’t know me on a personal level, I really love to read, which is probably the reason comics and manga appeal to me so greatly. Rather than talk about comics, I’ve decided to go the route of straight up literature and talk my favorite books by doing one of those neat challenge thingies. So, without further ado, here’s the 30 day book challenge I found online. I’m attaching the image so you guys can play along too, if you’d like.

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So Day 1’s prompt is “Best Book You Read Last Year”, which is aughhhhhh so hard, because I read so many books at such an alarming pace when I have the chance to. But I’ll have to say it’s a tie between ‘Dark Places’ and ‘Gone Girl’ by Gillian Flynn. I won’t spoil the plots for either, but both were crazy thrillers I just could NOT put down. It’s been a long time since I powered through a book like that, but I just had to know what was going to happen next in both of the books. I will say that the endings to both books also infuriated me in different ways. Neither really left me with a satisfied feeling, but rather with a little twinge in my gut, still hungry for more of the story. It’s a bit unsettling, but hey, that’s how a thriller is supposed to be, right? In short, Gillian Flynn is literally a fantastic author, and I really want to read ‘Sharp Objects’ soon.

Have any of you read either of the books? We should have a discussion! Write to me in the comments or message me on my page so we can have a book talk.

Sorry this blurb was so short, I didn’t want to spoil two (sort of) mainstream popular books for anyone. More tomorrow!.

Drop an F-Bomb, Because “Fat” Isn’t a Bad Word!

Breaking News: Fat Isn’t a Bad Word!

I can recall one time vaguely where I actually stood up for myself in elementary school, the one girl who had given me hell all through my years in this particular school, was bothering me yet again at the 5th grade lunch table. It was towards the end of the school year, I remember it being warm and the excitement of graduation was upon us. Whatever she was doing to me, I wasn’t having it. I was fed up and finally thought it was time to stand up for myself. I turned to my antagonizer and said something along the lines of: “Why don’t you shut your fat mouth, or better yet, stuff it with some fat free jelly?” (Yeah, there was jelly on the table and I went with it, I wasn’t good at standing up for myself back then, okay?) I remember it shutting the bully up and I remember some of the other kids laughing about it. Why did this stupid quip shut her up? Because being called fat, or worse, actually being fat, were the worst things our small little underdeveloped minds could think of.

It was only recently that I came to terms with the fact that fat, although a state of being, was not a bad word. It was not a cuss, swear, or anything of the sort. Now, I’m not saying that it can’t be used to hurt someone’s feelings. Any word used in a vicious context can seem mean, depending on your state of mind. Looking back on old photos of me from high school, I laugh, because I was nowhere even close to being fat, but I thought I was grotesque and huge.

My question is: when did we, as a society, first start using the word “fat” with negative implications? Even when I talk to people about body positivity, whether it be about cosplays, or ‘muggles’, or the non-cosplaying folk, who are interested in what it is I do as ‘Undiesofwondy’, they seem to dodge the word fat. It seems like they use a plethora of other words to try and avoid “the f-word”. Chubby, pleasantly plump, even plus sized are all codes for “fat”.

Hold onto your seats, because what I say next may shock you: I’m fat. I am a fat person. A fatty. A chubster. Plus Sized. Call me whatever you want, because guess what? It’s the truth. A truth I’m no longer ashamed to admit.

I recently read an article talking about the ’10 Things Fat People Are Sick of Hearing’ and while I can’t remember every single thing on the list or where it even came from, most of it rang true and applied to my own experiences. One thing that resounded with me the most was in relation to people making comments like, “You would be so pretty if you just lost a little weight!” Or assuming I don’t eat healthy or make good life choices because fat suddenly equals lazy.

There’s a huuuugee aversion to fatness in the cosplay community too, I’ve learned. If you don’t look exactly like a certain character, some idiots will come after you. Since there’s such a large portion of supermodel types turned cosplayers (which there’s NOTHING WRONG WITH either! I hate shaming of ANY body type) many “muggles” see that as the norm and cosplayers are exclusively ‘hot chicks in cosplay’ to a mainstream society.

It’s taken me years to realize that even if I lost a shit ton of weight, I would still look weird because I’m naturally curvy and gigantic boobs. Losing weight wouldn’t make me feel better about myself. I needed to feel better about myself in general. And you know what? I’m happier at this weight, my pleasantly plump fatty self,  than I ever was when I was younger and despised the way I looked because of the horrible opinions of bullies and cruel kids.

So go ahead, friends, drop the f-bomb, and stop the negativity!.

An Open Letter to the Cosplay Community

Dear Cosplay Community,

I hate to generalize, because I consider myself to be a pretty positive person in the sense that I always see the best in people, but lately, you’ve been kind of a dick.

After months and months of anonymous and, well, not anonymous messages of hate, I finally deleted my Tumblr page. Anyone who’s been following me for a bit knows about the problems I’ve had and how cruel people can be behind the guise of their computer screens. And sadly, that’s to be expected. But the problem I have with the cosplay community as of late goes deeper than any anonymous hate messages on Tumblr.

I’ve seen articles tearing into “famous cosplayers”, scrutinizing their every action, their bodies, speculating upon whether or not they’ve had breast reduction or augmentation done. I’ve seen GoFundMe pages where cosplayers essentially demand things of their “fans”, anything from bigger breasts to “get them farther in life and in the cosplay community”, to money to buy costume pieces and to fund convention trips for them. I’ve seen the articles tearing THOSE people apart. Criticisms. Judgement.  And yes, I do consider myself guilty for judging quite a few cosplayers based off of these articles, or how they appeared on a reality show (which the majority of is STAGED).

I’ve received rejection a number of times this year. From different cosplay groups (some charity organizations), for “not looking the part” of characters. Flat out rejection from conventions who have told me that I’m not good enough to be a guest at their events, because I don’t have a ridiculous amount of Facebook likes, I’m not “sexy” enough, et cetera. And before I get any judgements from anyone over this: I’m not whining because I wasn’t invited to events. I’m whining because I don’t care about going to a billion cons to spread my face around, to gain likes or fans. I apply to be a guest at these conventions so I can tell my story. To tell other guys and girls with my body type or who may be insecure about themselves for whatever reason that it’s OKAY to cosplay. To spread a positive message.

But in today’s cosplay community, that doesn’t matter. I’m not a fame hungry cosplayer. I never have been. I just want to have fun.

That’s what cosplay meant, once. It means, literally ‘costume play’. PLAY. As in playing around in costume. Doesn’t that mean anything to anyone anymore?

With the holidays coming up, and in the spirit of the New Year, I’m calling the entire community out. I want you all to think about how you come across as a person. Are you nice to other people? Are you even having fun cosplaying? If the answers to  those questions are anything but YES…you are the problem with this community.

I stress the word community as well. That’s what this was once. A community. A group of people who were accepting of one another. Now, it’s about exclusion and elitism. I want the old community back. The ones that opened their arms and welcomed me to this little nerd haven. Not the humiliation and rejection I’ve been experiencing as of late.

Wake up, cosplayers. Start supporting positive cosplayers, and just weed out the negative few. Don’t share their negativity. Don’t even engage it. Just…ignore it. Maybe we still have a chance at saving our community.

Your friend, Undiesofwondy..