Another moment from the same conversation:
“How long was the trip?”
“Oh, 2 or 3 hours?”
“5 1/2 HOURS, JESSE!”
I owe Adoria, big time.
Another moment from the same conversation:
“How long was the trip?”
“Oh, 2 or 3 hours?”
“5 1/2 HOURS, JESSE!”
I owe Adoria, big time.
I still may not have a lot of friends here in Portland yet, but that hardly means I’m alone out there in the world.
I already shaved.
Kayla’s officially a good egg. Expect to see more of her in these pages.
And in general if you’re a person I actually hang out with.
I guess it’s clear that I’m dating again.
I don’t really feel like there’s anything I can add to this, so … yeah.
The physical transformation I’ve undergone, going from over three hundred pounds to just a little over two hundred, has been nothing next to the changes I’ve made to my very identity.
I rewrote everything so completely that I’m still filling in the gaps in my new backstory. I’m still finding missing pieces that need their narratives attached or discarded.
This hasn’t been a result of a loss, but of a gaining of identity. A return to the true north that had been hiding in me since childhood.
The internet was a place that I could begin this process in a relatively safe way. I could be a version of myself I felt comfortable letting the world see.
The fact that the “internet Jesse” was probably even more fucked up than the “real Jesse” is telling, but that’s a subject for another day.
This project is often about facing my fears and the dark things within myself that I wish I could hide away by exposing it to the world (or at least to the people who read this little comic). Today I stared at the darkness and I did not blink.
If you don’t get this joke, don’t google it.
Trust me.
Sometimes anger can make you say things you regret. Sometimes it can save your life.
I’m learning to tell the difference between an unhealthy reaction to things not being the way I want them and when it’s time to fight back against something harmful.