Anonymous asked: Hey, you smell. I see that no one else wants to tell you. But since this is anonymous and all... What I'm saying is, you deserve to know. Now take a bath you filthy hippie!
A lovely interlude to this crap they call “life”… A full minute of 2 kitten siblings wrestling.
Stop telling women that we should find ourselves beautiful and that we should love ourselves when you are standing right there, judging us on how our knees look in short skirts and how prominent our boobs are in a sweater and how much makeup we are or are not wearing.
Instead of us working harder on “love your body” and “find your inner beauty”, the rest of the world should be working harder on “stop telling women their bodies are a shameful place to live but that if they’re strong enough, they will learn to embrace that shame.”
This is my body. It’s not “beautiful”. I don’t “love it”. I don’t have to. I don’t have to have any strong feelings about my body. And whatever feelings I do have are not somehow invalid if they’re not glowing reviews.
For the first time in a long time, I said yes to what I wanted. Regardless of what others thought, I listened to my heart.
It’s exhilarating in the way that is also terrifying, but the best gut wrenching feeling there could be.