Type A Is the Worst, Says a Former Type A (

Shout out to my Type Bs 👋 (hey girl!). It’s great to be in the club and, as someone who’s super high functioning, it’s incredibly freeing to not care about things that don’t matter. (wait, did I somehow just get cooler?)

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I’m the best. I’m the best. I’m the best. I’m the best. I’m the best. I’m the best.

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This is what MY (and don’t come at me (or do. Who am I to tell you what to do)) Type B looks like. Seconds later I PUSHED the broken cork into the wine. And it felt sooo good.

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I’m already perfect! I’m already perfect! I’m already perfect! I’m already perfect!

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Don’t be deceived by all the inherited vintage charm, this is VERY Type B. I’m wearing sweatpants (gasp! - okay, but not really. I should have been doing this a long time ago. Look how happy and relaxed she is 👇)

Shoutout to my Yiayia’s (Greek Grandma’s) table. Yes, it’s pink, don’t be jealous.

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I am so worthy. I am so worthy. I am so worthy. I am so worthy. I am so worthy.

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䷶ Don’t forget, the world is more than abundant!

- C