I’m in a world with Alex P. Keaton’s and I am Skippy.

I have always been Skippy and now I feel like it most. Don’t wait for a sad story because the story is true and real to Skippy.

That’s the difference. I started to lean into my Skippy when I realized I wasn’t designed to be Alex. I realized Alex’s goals weren’t mine and rejected them in order to figure out how I could be happier.

I tried for a bit to be like Alex, but it didn’t make me happy. I hung out with Alex for a bit, but he never asked about the odd things that moved me. I felt dismissed and separated because of it. I needed to see who wanted me to be Skippy and who wanted me to keep pretending I could be Alex but ashamed of myself for not being him.

Everyone loved Alex so much, he became a time traveler. He was amazing. Skippy loved that man. He became huge. Oh my word, he became so incredibly amazing, he got to change his name twice.

He got to become Marty McFly at first and got seen for what he could pretend to be. The role was to die for. The role was to suffer for and he did and got sick with an illness that he felt for a while when no one else did.

Marty McFly felt sick and didn’t tell anyone but his doctors and his family. As Marty got sicker, he got to start using his real name and the world now loved Michael J, the most.

Pepsi commercials and new roles were offered and he was just himself. He is suffering and shares his story to help others and himself, too.

He is admired for his vulnerability and strength. He is admired for his sacrifice in order to help others hurting similarly. I love him more than anyone I know. I absolutely always have.

I met Michael J when I was seven. I didn’t get to see it in 1985. I saw it on a tiny screen on a push in a gym at the YMCA near Ridge Pike in Pennsylvania monitor, the next year. I would never forget that moment. I was a fan girl tried and true.

I have always been Skippy only I have a rare version of Michael J’s story in a body that used to feel beautiful for only a tiny moment in time.

Skippy got transformed into Michael J in her ability at work for only a fraction of the time she wanted to heal her loves in her care.

She accidentally looked like Alex by trying to have a baby and get thin quickly and she felt confused when looking so different and feeling oddly new didn’t get ”noticed,” even if she could see it. It was odd.

She had more fans when she could be more to others, but the fans were intermittent and she thought the relationship was different than it was. It turns out, she always was Skippy and didn’t understand how others must have perceived her.

Skippy knew Skippy was Skippy always. Others got confused. Skippy is now sick and feels the way he always did.
Skippy is also admittedly Skippy and that is why Skippy only has the few who either never cared, only knew Skippy as unique and admired her for it, or always saw different as something to value and held her in their heart like the star she felt like to them in their moments needing Skippy’s story.

I am Skippy and have always been. I love that girl and am so sad she is sick and so confused and scared that Skippy is more Skippy than she knew she was and being sick makes her eyes blur.
Being sick makes her hands numb so typing is hard, but she never stops sharing her story.

Being sick makes her muscles be tested for advanced Multiple Sclerosis, but she shares photos of her tiny, huge world.

The world sees huge and thinks the walls feed her painful stomach so she occasionally says it’s difficult. Her baby occasionally wants Dino Nuggies even when she is home from college and those cost more. She drops her protein regularly to make sure that others who don’t need 90 grams of it a day, feel safe in their comfort so that isn’t close to a sacrifice. It never could be because she made a little Skippy, herself.

Her Skippy told her she was always a Skippy and that is why she loved her the most. Little Skippy told her, “You must have loved me so much as who you were, ‘Skippy,’ that you missed the signs I was ‘Skippy’ as well. That is how I know you love me. You adapted to me being myself and loved me in time and patience and adapted naturally because … you have always been Skippy, too.”

When your baby tells you they love you most as Skippy, you embrace the role of a lifetime and change your name from an offensive name to your new, UNEXPECTED fans.

You stop becoming Artoo on social media. Artoo, your first “non-painful” nickname given to you by a human who gave you the anthem, “Unstoppable” called you R2-D2 because you spoke in a way few understood, but to those who spoke Artoo’s language, they understood Artoo perfectly and loved Artoo.

Skippy loved that nickname until then. It hit Skippy while she was processing it all on her deck. Robots were offensive to her fans. Ugly people called her fans robots and she hated offending people, ONCE SHE KNEW THEY WERE OFFENDED BY SOMETHING SHE DID AND SHE COULD IMMEDIATELY CHANGE IT TO MAKE OTHERS FEEL VALUED AND NOT OFFENDED BY HER.

She said, “What should I be to change this offensive name I worship?”

I love Back to the Future most, but Queen Buttercup from the Princess Bride is so delicate, in need of protection, in need of a white knight, and a representative of royalty.

The day I fell in love with the idea of knowing who Skippy was, I changed my name. I have always been Skippy, but on that day, I became, for $20/year in money I don’t have …

http://www.QueenButtercupSpeaks.com to share Skippy’s stories safer and in a place you’d have to look harder for to be offended by. Others still looked and found offense, but they never understood Skippy was who she was and saw the stories differently than others because of it.

“You are not a Skippy. You are a lie. All of your stories now, even the ones multiple specialists told you are lies. Why you need to prove it, is shameful. Simply that proof is too doubtful so we have decided …

Your walls are too tall. They feed you fine even if you love to feed others and we know it is your joy.

You played a role once. You are clearly capable of that role even though no one cares if you can no longer act at all.”

Skippy had an easy time living next to the Keaton’s because, even though the Keaton’s had issues, they got on in life fairly unscathed at the time. They had issues independently, no doubt.

Skippy, what was that actor’s name?

I am Queen Buttercup, but I’m not. I’m Bethany. My friends call me Beth. My friends also call me Queen. Most who read this should likely start calling me Bethany.

I am Skippy and I love her. I love her because Little Skippy told me that my smile will always be the same and that the blue patch in my left eye will never change even if all of me changes.

I’ll hold that little blue patch forever because… I have and will always be Skippy. She writes like her life depends on it. It started feeling that way when her roles changed. She loves to write her Skippy stories because they’re hers and they are exactly hers alone.