When I was a teenager I felt very insecure about being overweight, disabled, and deep in the closet. I wished to be pretty like a fairy but found myself relating more to an ogre.
I decided to take that and make it mine. I am the ogrefairy.
[ID: a photo of Michaela sitting in their wheelchair outside on a small path in front of a chain link fence and then a sidewalk and street behind them. They are wearing the jacket they customized themself covered in patches and paint, their shirt which says “No More Spoons, Only Knives Left" with knives on it, and a skirt made of up odd pieces of plaid fabric sewn together haphazardly in a layered way, ended with knit socks and combat boots. They are looking down with a smile and have their hands partially out to the sides.]
