eri-fuka:

stop teasing little latina girls for having more body hair than white girls. honestly. it’s so gross. that is a child. a child that cannot control how her body is developing. her natural body should not have to put up with ur bullshit beauty standards.

instead, tell her that u love her bushy eyebrows or that it’s a-ok to have a little hair under ur arms or that girls can have peach fuzz and there’s nothing wrong with that. make sure latina girls know that they are beautiful and loved!!!

inkskinned:

my entire life i was told that boys are violent but girls are worse because we’re “catty.” i was told that a catty girl was my enemy, that they used whip tongues in place of fists to start things i couldn’t erase of out my skin. i saw this cattiness wherever i was told it would live. it was in pretty girls with nice lipstick and it was in the girls who studied too much to ever come to the parties and it was in my own group of friends. when i came home crying about something, i was often reminded that girls are catty bitches and if we were boys we’d just punch each other and be done with it. 

but it was boys who first started making fun of how i looked, of what mess my face was like, of the fat on my thighs. and it was girls who showed me how to apply makeup, patiently waiting with me in the bathroom mirror to show how not to cry while i applied it to the waterline. they agreed to go on diets with me even when they hated salad. they agreed to scoop buckets of ice cream into our bellies at midnight when i was upset about something minor.

it was boys who were snippy about my grades, it was a man who first said that because i was a girl i was bad at math and i’d stay that way. it was boys who started making fun of the one time i got a 34 on a math test when my mother had been in the hospital the night before. it was girls who held my hand during this, who stayed with me through hours of library studies, who explained over and over in gel pens and pretty handwriting exactly what i was missing. it was girls who taught me to color-code and to highlight and how to stay up all night, it was girls who cheered with me when i got nothing lower than a B. 

it was a boy who taught my friend that she could talk down to me like i was trash. it was a boy who started drama between us. it was a boy who wouldn’t listen or talk it out or find a solution. he’d say angry hurtful things and expect us to listen. it was girls who fixed me after this. they taught me how to make good and positive friends. how to stay away from the girls who really are toxic ones. how to be proud of others and not competitive. how to give genuine compliments, how to accept them, how to be comfortable with who i am and what has happened.

i was told all my life that there was a “type” of girl to avoid. she was probably wearing ugg boots and shorts or drinking a latte or picking out lush products or doing literally anything that girls like to do for themselves, she was catty. girls are catty. when they fight, it’s a catfight. (the majority of fights i saw were either physical or two girls sobbing while apologizing. the speaking beforehand was just the standoff because nobody was ready to take the gloves off). 

girls, i find, are defensive. we wear our hands up, waiting for the hit. girls who are sick of getting hit get “bitchy.” they are fierce, they take what they want, they’ll mess you up for saying the wrong thing about their friend. and girls, who are unwilling to simply take insults without lashing back with something: they’re catty. and when boys bully others and spread nasty gossip and start drama: well, they’re just boys. they’ll fight it out, or something. 

how much i regret believing that girls weren’t my safety net. how many friends i was scared to make because i was intimated by them. so many loving people. out of fear of what? of a tongue someone else has tattooed on them? 

the-red-church:

feminism without trans gals ain’t feminism.

dimpleforyourthoughts:

• queer policemen and fbi agents walking hand in hand with their partners and spouses. 
  
• a cute girl running out of the parade to give @stormsdameron her number
• cops openly embracing people in the street
  
• a man who had been attending LA pride since 1976. he shook my hand and said “when I first came to pride back then there were 25 people here. look at us now.”
• elderly queer people blowing kisses from a float. holding hands. 
• a woman approaching us and saying “you are so beautiful, all of you, take care of each other”
  
• elementary school trans-children in gender ambiguous clothes. smiling and laughing. blowing bubbles. 
  
• when an anti-lgbt church began protesting and walking along side the parade with a loudspeaker, the entire brigade of Dykes on Bikes revved their motor cycles to drown out the hate speech. no one could hear them
  
• a man who gave us all a handful of condoms and said “take care of each other. be strong. your voices are so important”
  
• women holding hands with other women. men holding hands with other men. 
• trans-women and trans-men laughing and dancing. 
  
• danny devito in a rainbow shirt pointing and waving at us
  
• mac from It’s Always Sunny wearing a shirt that says “You Can Pee Next to Me”
  
• dozens of last minute signs and tributes to orlando. outcries of “we love you orlando” 
  
• confetti. dancing in the streets. 
• people supporting each other in every aspect. high fives. hugs. kisses on cheeks. affirmations. 
  
• so many affirmations. 
• words of kindness.
• you are beautiful.
• you are loved.
• you are important.
• stay strong. 
• i love your shirt. 
• i love your lipstick. 
• stay strong. 
• take care of each other. 
• stay strong
• stay strong
• stay strong. 

aztechnology:

halasterblackcloak:

looks like the code f-ed up and you could end up deleting your account

this has happened to not just one, but two of my friends now, take care everybody!

buckyskhaleesi:

Guys, please sign this petition to stop two sisters in India being raped as punishment for their brother’s crime. Please, protect these girls.

skullxcrusher:

nostalgia is a liar. nothing was ever as good as you remember it to be. there’s a reason you don’t talk to that person anymore, there’s a reason you’re not part of each other’s lives. don’t trust nostalgia. grieve. reflect. move on.

crimsonkappa:

• Tell me
  
• TEEEELLLLL MEEEEEEE
  
• Don’t quietly deal with it
  
• I am not doing it intentionally
  
• Tell meeeeeeeee
  

pearlbruh:

small ways to improve your life

• make your bed to immediately make your room look more put together
  
• water first, then coffee or tea
  
• pray or meditate, even just for ten minutes, to set the tone for your day
  
• browse the news headlines ( & read the articles that interest you when you’ve got time) 
  
• wear something you feel b o m b in
  
• listen to music while doing your daily activities-commuting, cleaning, cooking, exercising
  
• smile at at least two people 
  
• smile at YOURSELF
• call or message someone you love
  
• eat food that makes you feel radiant 
• make lists of things you need to accomplish for the day
• stretch for 10 minutes 
• record in your phone the positive thoughts you have so you can remember them
• carry water with you (always always always) 
• shut off your phone for an hour and have some ME time
• take a hot shower or bath at the end of a stressful day 
• try to make plans to spend time with someone at least once a week
• think about 3 things you are grateful for at the end of each day
• do something calming, relaxing, and non-electronic 30 minutes before you sleep
• sleep pants-less