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All these tucutes saying to āaccept your body and stop hating yourselves!1!1!ā when they canāt even accept their own bodyā¦
Like, I have dysphoria that makes me not accept my body
You donāt, so accept it
Quit transitioning without a reason and telling us to just get over dysphoria
Y'all would spend less time wallowing in misery if you practiced more self-love instead of basing your entire personality on hating yourself. Dysphoric isnāt synonymous with self-hating; you just donāt want to bother developing an actual personality or depth beyond āugh Iām trans, I hate being transā which is unhealthy as shit.
Our whole point is how itās not a personality. Self hate isnāt dysphoria either.
So much for not being a fucking moron huh? Thatās not what I said.
I actually have a personality beyond being transgender.
Being transgender is not the only reason I hate myself.
I do not hate everything about myself.
Reblogging this post again lol, everyone in the thread is deactivated it looks like but anyway
I have always had very low self confidence
I base my self worth on the opinions of others
I have an anxiety disorder that makes it harder for me to accept that other people love me
I have an eating disorder that distorts how I view myself
I have dysphoria
I have a lot of things that feed into self hatred. A person with dysphoria CAN love themselves despite having it. It takes a LOT for a person to hate themselves. A lot of issues and/or traumas. If you're dysphoric and you love yourself, more power to you! I'm so happy you get to live like that, and I wish you the best of luck with everything! I love you!
If you're dysphoric and you hate yourself, you hate your body and the way it is or whatever, I love you too! There are people who are ready and able to help you work through that!
Maybe your dysphoria prevents you from loving yourself. You base your self worth in your looks, and you aren't able to love your looks because of it.
You can, and I hope you do, love yourself despite having dysphoria. I don't. In fact, I never really have. I've always hated myself. I recognize that, and yes, I am working on it. I'm not to the point where I can say "I love myself" and mean it yet, but one day, I will be.
I have a personality, I really do. In fact, I've never really liked basing myself in my transness. It's always been something I've ran from because it scares me.
Anyway, it's late and this probably didn't make sense. Goodnight to all, I love you.
About a week ago I posted this.
Iāve been getting horrible messages like this in my ask for months, including:
and my personal favorite
After getting the message saying āJust go kill yourselfā I was completely done dealing with this personās horrible messages and replied with just an āOkay.ā and logged off tumblr.
About a week later I logged back on with 17 messages in my ask, most of them from the anon. I scrolled down and at first when I logged off, the anon messaged me things like
I scrolled up more and all of a sudden they started sending me more and more messages like
This was extremely surprising to me. I thought āAfter all those horrible messages you sent to me for MONTHS about hating me and wanting me dead, you say āsorryā and that you ācant be responsible for someoneās suicideā?ā
But I guess the lesson goes like this:
DONT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES UNLESS YOU ARE PREPARED FOR WHAT MIGHT ACTUALLY HAPPEN
DONāT TELL ANYONE TO KILL THEMSELVES EVER.
THIS POST IS SO IMPORTANT I WANT EVERYONE ON TUMBLR IN THE WORLD TO SEE IT
This needs to be reblogged. I couldnāt scroll past this if I tried, I got a message like that but not for me, it told me to my friend to kill them self, I was livid! I didnāt answer it because a message like that doesnāt deserve an answer but I donāt see what is so funny about telling someone to kill them selves! I really donāt! Itās sick and itās wrong. This person though, I take my hat off to you. You taught that bully a lesson.
this.
This will always be number one on the list of things that arenāt okay
Ho-ly shit.
Iāll never not reblog this
If you dare scroll without reblogging this you have no soulā¦ā¦.. i mean you do but reblogging this wont ruin your blogā¦ā¦. please just spread the word.
Please people donāt send anon hate your just hurting yourselvesā¦
Donāt tell anyone to kill themselves. EVER.
A PSA we shouldnāt need, but we doā¦because some people are fucking horrible
When I was 13 years old and curious about sex and love, I asked my mom if she had had sex before marrying my father (of whom she is still married to, and has been since before I was born). She said that that wasnāt really a āyesā or ānoā question. I said āsure it is, youāve either had sex before him, or you havenātā. She brought me onto the couch and sat me down and told me about the boy she liked when she was young and how one night she snuck into his house while his parents were gone and they were kissing and he said they should have sex and she said that she wanted to save sex for marriage and he laughed and basically took all her clothes off and he raped her and as my mom was telling the story she cried and this was the second time I had ever seen my mom cry. She was 12 when it happened.
In grade 8 I got a call from my friend in the middle of the night and she was drunk in the park crying and told me that she went out that night with some other friends and they drank a little and her guy āfriendā starting flirting and yes she laughed at first but then he tried to pull her shirt over her head and she pulled away and he ripped her shirt and it was her favourite shirt and then he pushed her to her knees and HIS BEST FRIEND HELD HER JAW OPEN WHILE HE FACE FUCKED HER. And so I went to the park and picked her up and took her home and slept in her bed with her except we didnāt sleep because she just cried and her mouth bled and this was four years ago but I still have to be the one to bring her items to the till it the cashier is a man, and she still has anxiety attacks and sheāll get a rash all over her body and I just want to kill those boys but instead they are still walking around. And Iām in the bathroom with her, dabbing at her skin with a warm cloth until it returns to its regular colour.
And in grade 9 one of my closest friends was kinda seeing this boy and so they hung out one night and then she said that she really had to be getting back home and he said that she wasnāt going anywhere until she gave him what he wanted and he parked the car and took off her clothes and she said no and he ignored her and so she laid in the backseat totally limp and just cried and it wasnāt even sex, he just masterbated by using her body instead of his hand and she came to school the next day with vodka in her water bottle and she drank all day and I had to fight her to get the alcohol away from her and she just cried and threw up and I skipped class while I held her hair back and that same boy texted me a month later, asking if I ever wanted to hangout sometime.
And in that same year my very best friend who has never even kissed a boy, confessed to me that when she was 9 years old, her 12 year old cousin made her give him a hand job and he told her that was what cousins do and he gave her a chocolate bar afterwards and she told me that he probably doesnāt even remember it but that itās something that sheāll never have the luxury of forgetting.
And in grade 10 I knew a girl who invited her best friend over to watch Disney movies and then he started to put his hands down her pants and she said no but she is 130lbs and he is 220lbs and he called her a tease while she tried to fight him but he used one hand to hold her down, and the other to put inside of her and i was the one to push her inside of a classroom and stand in front of her while calling the police when he showed up at our school looking for her and she was so damn scared.
And a few months later I skipped class and was in the car with a guy who i had had unprotected sex with in the past while under the influence of cocaine but this time I was sober and I insisted we use a condom but he told me he couldnāt feel anything while the condom was on so he ripped it off and I said I refused to have unprotected sex again and so he just grabbed me and forced himself into my mouth and I was crying and he pulled me onto him and I just came saying āstopā over and over like a broken record but he mustāve heard something different because he went until he came and I just sat naked in the backseat while he drove me back to the school and said āwe should do this again sometimeā. And I had five showers that night and I scratched at my skin so hard to try and rip his fingerprints off of me, I still have the scars.
And I found out soon afterwards that that same guy had raped a classmate of mine, 5 months earlier and she told me about how he brought her McDonaldās first, and how he said they could take things slow and she told me about how he didnāt listen to her either. And he goes to our school and so after she told me about her incident and I told her about mine, we decided to report it to the police and the trial is currently still going on and he told people about it, except in his version we are just āasking for attentionā and all his friends talk about how bad they feel for him. As if HE is the one that still wakes up screaming. As if HE felt like his skin no longer was beautiful, no longer belonged to him. And I held her in my arms as she bawled after giving the police her statement. And she did the same for me.
And I met a woman a year ago in a paint store and she had a service dog and I asked what the dog was for and it turns out that she had been so brutally raped and abused in her life, that the dog is literally trained to keep men away from her.
And Iām so FUCKING SICK AND TIRED OF THIS WORLD WE ARE LIVING IN. How many rape victims eyes have I already looked into? How many more will I? And how many more friends will I hold while they shake? Because I donāt know how many more I can take. And who the fuck still has the nerve to make rape jokes? And⦠Something just has to change. Please, someone just start being that change.
-16 year old girl
Did I reblog this already I dont care
Reposting this a a victim of sexual abuse from my brother
Reblogging as a victim of rape by a close friend.
Reblogging because my sister, mother, and friends have all been used without permission.
Reblogging as a fellow survivor of sexual abuse by my father.
Reblogging as someone who knows how shitty the system is at convicting people like these mother****ers, and that this needs to be changed.
Reblogging this to let other survivors (women, men, children, LGBT people) know that theyāre not alone.
the best part is a whole bunch of artists took him up on it so thereās just an entire thread of Grunkle Stan face-punching nazis and itās beautiful
Unrelated, but entirely needed.
my bio prof: which parasite caused the potato famine?
the tiny desperate tired voice in my head: donāt say the english, itās correct, but donāt say it
This is a common misconception! As the English usually kill their host, weāre actually parasitoids not true parasites!
now this is a correction iāll stand for
Smile era
BABIES
Smile (1969). In that time, Roger was only 20 while Bri was 22. They were just two cute little beans ;_;
I will never understand girls who throw their bras at guys on stage those things are fucking expensive and he has no use for it like what do you want him to do pass it down to his first born daughter
I thought this was going to be slut-shaming but itās glorious
Then thereās Hayley Kiyoko
Until i read the caption i thought she was just being gay but neither parts dissapoint me
iām dying that robert downey jr posted this on his official facebookĀ šššĀ
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I need to prove a point.
Like if your definition ofĀ āSporkā is this:
Reblog if your definition ofĀ āSporkā is this:
The bottom one is the true spork. The top one is a spoknife
Boy: *hands me diamond ring* will you marry me Me: *puts diamond ring on* na
People over the age of 25 being allowed to exist on Internet spaces and not be shamed for having normal hobbies: good
Minors being able to exist in Internet spaces without being harassed or groomed by creepy assholes twice their age: also good
These are not conflicting viewpoints!
And seriously if youāre under 18 PLEASE donāt hesitate to block any adult that gives you the slightest amount of unsolicited attention or makes you uncomfortable. Iāve been on the internet since I was a kid and this is the kind of advice I really could have used early on
Well I did not expect to be told to smile when I had 2 boxes of tampons, a large box of Midol, and a bag of chocolate in my basket, but I guess some dudes have a death wish.
⦠holy SHIT. That is peak contender-for-darwin-awards RIGHT THERE.
I was walking home from the hospital after having miscarried my first pregnancy and some dude told me to smile. I swear to god I have never been closer to homicide, and I think it would have been ruled justifiable.
I was weeping quietly on a train, having returned home from a funeral, and the guy sitting opposite me leaned over and told me I shouldnāt be sad and needed to smile more.
I had just learned my grandfather had died, and was heading down in the elevator to call my mom to find out about the arrangements, when an older man told me to smile and then called me a bitch for not responding.
Had to go to the bank after euthanizing our 18 year old cat. Could barely remember my routing number while filling out the deposit form, and an older man told me to smile.
I was walking home from a test I knew I had aced and I was grinning ear to ear, and some guy in the street yelled at me, āWhat you smiling at, bitch?ā
ššš women are always the victim arenāt weā¦?
Growwwwwww upppppppp
apparently thereās some Straight Girl discourse out there in the reaches of the internet about how bi men are unappealing to date?? and anyway i want to make this post to remind everyone that bi boys & bi guys & bi men are wonderful and awesome and you donāt need the approval of straight people EVER.
ITS TWENTY-BI-TEEN AND WEāVE GOT NOTHIN BUT SUPPORT FOR BI+ MEN+
a NSFW blog but instead of porn itās just pictures of unsafe work practicesĀ
there r real teens out there who think discovering nirvana is a special achievementĀ
isnt that kinda the whole point of buddhism
This post is slowly killing me
Everyone talks about how animals can see colors we canāt but I wanna know wtf my dog is smelling for three minutes on the sidewalk
Thatās conk creat babey!!!!!