Just a reminder that this is where you can find hundreds of amazing femmes to follow. A lot of folks have also included their marginalized identities so if you want to find people who ID similarly to you, it’s helpful :)
If you know me in real life, or interact with the people I love in real life, read this.
Seriously, read this.
This is my blog (obviously). But I think some people forget that. They think of me as not really being a person, more like an empty producer of words. But for whatever feelings my blog gives you, the bottom line is that this blog is for me.
I am extremely happy so many people have identified with this blog and have gained strength from what I have to say. But this is a space for me to process feelings, find inspiration, and work through the shit I can’t work through alone.
It is not a public service announcement.
I say this because recently someone who reads my blog and is in community with me decided to share something with a friend that I was not ready to share. I wrote a post about it, specifically about how I was struggling with how to bring up this to my friend, and needed some advice.
This friend does not read my tumblr. Actually, most of my irl friends don’t read it. It’s an agreement we’ve made. It is healthier to not read it because I am never writing anything BAD about them, and this is a space for me to figure my shit out. Obviously it is public, so anyone can read it at any time, but my irl friends respect my boundaries and do not read it.
The person who decided to share these feelings with my friend did so without my consent. They decided to involve themselves in my life and my friend’s life in a way that is absolutely, 100%, not okay. It is not your place to tell people I know that I am struggling. If I am able and willing to tell them, I will. There were things in that post that were not okay for me to feel, which is why I was writing about them. I needed to process these unproductive feelings so I could find a way to turn them into productive action. I never would have shown my friend that post the way it was, because it was not written with my friend in mind. it was written for me.
So I ask that if you are this person who decided to share this with my friend, please come forward and apologize. I also ask that you unfollow me immediately and no longer read my blog.
I realize I cannot force you to do this. I also cannot force you to stay out of my private life. But I would like this space to remain safe for me to share my thoughts without fear that my loved ones will be informed of things I am not ready to tell them.
Thank you for reading this. And please, if you know me irl or know of me or are in community with me, respect my boundaries and space.
It is very hard for me to ask for money. But in order to travel to surgery and stay in a hotel until I get the bandages off, I need to raise the $2,000 for travel expenses.
I cannot get surgery if I cannot get to the surgeon. Help me raise the money to do so!
Please, please, please continue to donate. This is something I’m doing for myself because it will change how I interact with the world and myself. This is endlessly important to me and I need your help!
We realized that there is a $500 fee to reserve an appointment. I will feel confident reserving an appointment when I am at $1,500.
I need anything you can give at this point.Thank you, thank you.
There are also goodies/I will do things for you so check out the link.
exercise or don't, that's your choice, but ~exercise clothes~ are just another part of "fit" culture and capitalism benefiting from it. an old t-shirt is as good for running as any fancy nike shirt with magical sweat compressing abilities. it sucks that they don't come in larger sizes, but let's not forget it's all part of the same complex that tells fat people to "just exercise!" in the first place.
“Thin privilege doesn’t exist, but you should lose weight. I’m concerned for your health, as a stranger who has never met you and knows nothing about your body and yet feels completely comfortable telling you how to live your life. But seriously, thin privilege is like totally fake.”—so sick of it
Use the word fat for yourself. Take it from the mouths of those who would hurt you and let it become your armor. You are fat now, you’ll be fatter later, and the amount of weight on your body will not affect the amount of joy you experience in the world. Calling yourself fat, out…
No. Don’t eat that piece of cake. Don’t let yourself get fat. It’s awful. And never be vulnerable. That’s just not ok.
kindly get the fuck off my blog and never speak to me again :)
Use the word fat for yourself. Take it from the mouths of those who would hurt you and let it become your armor. You are fat now, you’ll be fatter later, and the amount of weight on your body will not affect the amount of joy you experience in the world. Calling yourself fat, out loud, with a smile, will be one of the greatest gifts you’ll ever give yourself.
Don’t sleep with that boy just because he wants you to. Don’t keep going back because you’ve got nowhere else to go.
Apologize to your father for not believing in his mental illness. When you roll your eyes at him, it makes him think you don’t love him. And you do love him. He is, and will be, one of the most important people in your life. And when you struggle with mental illness yourself years later, he will stand by you the entire time.
It will take you ten years to feel loved enough to be vulnerable. That’s okay. Men have taken things from you and will do so again, but there will be lovers to help build you back up. Don’t let that room of high school monsters keep you from letting others in.
It may seem like a good idea, but don’t read your mother’s journal. It will only hurt you.
Eat that piece of cake you wanted so badly but were afraid to touch. The pink icing tastes like heaven and your lips will be buzzing for days. Denying yourself that treat will not make you more beautiful. It will just make you hungry. And that hunger still hasn’t gone away.
It’s okay that your hair is greasy all the time and you don’t think your face is an pretty as the next girl’s. You will find a person who looks into your eyes and sees more than oceans there. This person will touch the parts you didn’t let others touch. They will kiss the back of your neck and cry into your shoulder blades. They will look at photos of you, fifteen year old you, and love the girl who doesn’t smile back. Even with all of your awkward teenage posturing. Even with the bad hair cuts and thick eyeliner. They will love you because of who you become.
Love yourself like you always wanted someone else to. You’ll thank me later.