made of skin and bones eighteen years strong with travel experience, but not nearly enough. i'm a bundle of emotions and unfinished writing projects. i type too much, but say very little and rarely get it all out.
We teach girls to shrink themselves, to make themselves smaller. We say to girls, ‘You can have ambition, but not too much. You should aim to be successful, but not too successful. Otherwise you will threaten the man.’ Because I am female, I am expected to aspire to marriage. I am expected to make my life choices always keeping in mind that marriage is the most important. Now marriage can be a source of joy and love and mutual support. But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage and we don’t teach boys the same? We raise girls to see each other as competitors – not for jobs or for accomplishments, which I think can be a good thing, but for the attention of men. We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.
holy fucking shit i’m so sick of seeing this post with the credit taken off it
it’s a series by Tammy Rae Carland titled Lesbian Beds and deals with representation and intimacy really well and you’re stripping it of that just for your ~aesthetic~ holy fuck
Your body is normal. Repeat after me: “My body is normal. My body is wonderful. My body is beautiful.”
Most importantly though, “My body is mine.”
Each as beautiful as the next.
Just the other day, I’m sitting getting my nails done and out of the blue the nail technician across the room asks me, “Hey, what are you?”
I was so confused at why she’d picked me out of everyone in the salon and to elaborate she goes, “Like, what’s your dad? Your mom Mexican?”
When I told her my mom was white and my dad was black, her immediate response was, “You’re black? Oh shit, you don’t look like a black girl. I was sure you were Mexican.”
How do I respond to that? It’s none of your business???