I lost 80 pounds—along with my tits, ass, and sense of identity. My reflection changed, but the pain didn’t. Two years ago, I was finally diagnosed AuDHD, and suddenly everything made sense. Dark romance didn’t just entertain me—it saved me. I’m healing, but I’m not there yet. The Queen is still rising.

It took years to get diagnosed with PCOS. Years of “just lose weight” and “just relax.” Add infertility, hirsutism, and AuDHD into the mix—and my body felt like it was glitching on every level. I didn’t just grieve what it couldn’t do… I grieved who I thought I was supposed to be. This drawer? It’s hormonal, hairy, heartbreaking—and I’m opening it anyway.

At 14, I just wanted to feel wanted. At 22, I was still chasing connection in all the wrong places. Both times, I was left broken—and silent. But silence doesn’t heal. It festers. Now, I’m opening the drawer I tried to lock forever. This is my truth. Raw, messy, and finally unleashed.