|This'i Hawky, my fursona. :3 Fear the flute.|
The Real ReasonI know someone who told me when I was younger that I should lose weight because being fat was bad for my health.The Real Reason by Hawk-tip
Recently I figured out it wasn't my health they were worried about, but because it somehow flawed the way I look.
The Day I Lost my WingsThere was a time and a place when and where I could call my home "home." The wide open spaces were enough for me to run around as a child, especially since I was a particularly inactive child who really had no desire to move. I saw family, but they were like strangers. The others, like enemies. Each bound to their own habits and morals and manners, I couldn't help but look at each with a sort of disdain that collectively grew my reclusive behaviors more and more, until one day, I realized how far from everyone I had drifted. Sure, I still lived not 50 feet from any of them. But to speak with them was like touching fire, where I couldn't stand more than a moment of contact.The Day I Lost my Wings by Hawk-tip
So I grew. I grew larger in frame, vocabulary, knowledge... but mentally and psychologically, I was still a child. I submit myself to any and everyone since I didn't have the nerve to fight against what I did not agree with. I grew larger, but not stronger. Not in any real sense that could help me in the life unless
|Hey, I am Hawk-tip. This is my profile you have so lovingly stumbled upon, you jerk. You like tripping on top of your loved ones? This is my profile page which is the most boring part of the whole thing, so go to the gallery, click some pictures, leave some comments, please be nice and love. Please. Love you don't need to do, but show some civility. I like anthro art that's not gross and weird. So yeah, thanks for viewing ^^|