when i was a little kid i got bullied on the playground so my mom asked me “what did jesus do when people were mean to him?” and i thought about it for a second and then started crying and screamed “he DIED”
I mean, yeah, they jiggle and wobble and don’t sit high up on my chest. But that’s normal.
Like what do you think I should do about it? I mean
My boobs just do normal boob things. They’re A-okay normal healthy boobs.
Moral: Boobs are really diverse. Do your boobs sag? Normal. Do they have hair? Normal. Do they have stretch marks? Normal. Do you get pimples on them? Normal. Are they different sizes? Normal. Big nipples? Normal. Puffy dark areola? Normal. Not facing dead ahead? Normal. Small? Normal. Big? Normal. Normal Normal Normal.
And they’re your boobs. If you can change any of those things and you want to, go ahead!
But don’t let people tell you that your breasts are wrong just because they’re affected by gravity.
you ever notice how “labels aren’t important” is always meant to mean “your labels are dumb and incorrect and you shouldn’t use them” and not “use whatever labels you please because you’re still the same person on the inside regardless of what you call yourself”
me: aw yeah give it to me raw baby guy: are u sure? me: fuck yeah give it to me RAW guy: i don’t want you to wake up with salmonella poisoning me: me: me: okay give me the steak medium-well then guy: alright have a nice night sir, enjoy your dinner
His name is Rayshawn. He ran away to NYC and is believed to be somewhere in Manhattan (i know, it’s huge). We haven’t seen him in over 2 weeks and have no way of contacting him. I’m very worried about his well being. He skateboards so he might be riding around on one. Idk. I just really need to talk to him or at least know that he’s okay.
I don’t really have any good pics but here are two
I’d appreciate it if you reblogged this and spread the word.
im a bad person who thinks bad thoughts like ‘ew what is that girl wearing’ and then remember that im supposed to be positive about all things and then think ‘no she can wear what she wants, fuck what other people say damn girl u look fabulous’ and im just a teeny bit hypocritical tbh
I was always taught by my mother, That the first thought that goes through your mind is what you have been conditioned to think. What you think next defines who you are.
30 Day LGBT* Challenge - Day 5: Thoughts regarding inner turmoil about your sexuality; Did you have any? Did it escalate to self-injury or suicidal thoughts?
I stressed as a child about the fact that I looked at me girl friends the way they looked at boys… (I knew it was ok, thankfully, due to the environment I was raised in. I was just stressed because I was the only one!)
I stressed as a teen when people questioned the authenticity of my bisexuality, and it still bothers me now even though I now know that it is their ignorance leading them to do that.
I stressed when I happened to only date men for a few years that I wasn’t ‘genuine enough’.
I stressed when my grandfather died not knowing the truth about a big part of my identity and my family told me not to tell him so close to death and cause “unnecessary stress”.
I stressed as I learnt from tumblr that biphobia is a legitimate problem and realised I was letting friends and even MYSELF erase part of my identity by calling myself “gay/lesbian” and only clarifying when asked about the men. “Well, technically pansexual, but saying lesbian is easier and I prefer women anyway!” (That little justification at the end always hastily emphasised.)
But most of all I stress that there are other non-monosexual people growing up in environments far less supportive than mine, who will accept worse biphobia and harassment from straight AND gay communities without ever learning that they deserve better.
I have self harmed and attempted suicide but, although it is a possible contributing factor, I don’t believe it was primarily due to my sexuality. More so my mental illness.