Kindergarteners learned to sign “Happy Birthday” song to Deaf custodian, Mr. James. And he was surprised 😭😭
Gosh can we start caring more about the people that are around our kids like this…. please?
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Kindergarteners learned to sign “Happy Birthday” song to Deaf custodian, Mr. James. And he was surprised 😭😭
Gosh can we start caring more about the people that are around our kids like this…. please?
why are you so fired up over feminism and rape culture
because i woke up from a nap with a boys hands sliding down my jeans and when I left him with a black eye he told everyone i was a bitch and a slut that he used for sex when I had never had sex at all
because my close friend was raped in her dorm room and now she can’t get in bed without checking that the door is locked 3 times
because “she was asking for it” is still said
because no doesn’t mean no in todays society
because i can’t wear shorts in 90 degree weather without being oversexualized
because the phrase “boys will be boys” is still in existance
BECAUSE IT IS IMPORTANT AND SOMETHING TO BE FIRED UP OVER
To anyone reading this, I want to tell you something about me. My name is Taylor, I am 17 years old and starting my senior year of high school in a few days. That’s what everyone knows about me, but I want to tell you what people don’t know: about 6 months ago I started questioning my sexuality. I caught myself staring at girls in ways that I hadn’t before, I caught myself imagining what it would be like to kiss another girl, I started fantasising about being in a relationship with another woman. About an hour ago, I came out to my best friend as Bisexual. Her response was amazing, she said “you know I’m here for you, no matter what. You know that I love you, and you know I always will.” That was it. No shaming, no questions, no surprise. Her response gave me the courage to come out to two of my other friends shortly after. Despite doing so easily, I’m worried about telling my parents. My dad will probably be fine, but my mother has…. Different views than I do. As do my grandparents. But what I’m trying to say is that you don’t have to rush yourself, and you don’t have to tell anyone until you are sure and comfortable with yourself. Looking back, I’ve realized that a part of me always thought of girls this way, and I just didn’t register it as attraction, I registered it as simply noticing something about them.
Gentle Reminder: It’s okay to feel sad from time to time. Life isn’t always going to be sunshine and roses. Sometimes it’s rainy and dreary. And that’s okay, too.
So imma just like… Leave this here 🐸☕️
But seriously when someone says “Hey you should listen to this song, I think you’ll really like it” you totally should. Because even if you don’t like it, the song means something to them, and they care enough to share it with you.
Imagine This
Wanna kill yourself? Imagine this. You come home from school one day. You’ve had yet another horrible day. You’re just ready to give up. So you go to your room, close the door, and take out that suicide note you’ve written and rewritten over and over and over You take out those razor blades, and cut for the very last time. You grab that bottle of pills and take them all. Laying down, holding the letter to your chest, you close your eyes for the very last time. A few hours later, your little brother knocks on your door to come tell you dinners ready. You don’t answer, so he walks in. All he sees is you laying on your bed, so he thinks you’re asleep. He tells your mom this. Your mom goes to your room to wake you up. She notices something is odd. She grabs the paper in your hand and reads it. Sobbing, she tries to wake you up. She’s screaming your name. Your brother, so confused, runs to go tell Dad that “Mommy is crying and sissy won’t wake up.” Your dad runs to your room. He looks at your mom, crying, holding the letter to her chest, sitting next to your lifeless body. It hits him, what’s going on, and he screams. He screams and throws something at the wall. And then, falling to his knees, he starts to cry. Your mom crawls over to him, and they sit there, holding each other, crying. The next day at school, there’s an announcement. The principal tells everyone about your suicide. It takes a few seconds for it to sink in, and once it does, everyone goes silent. Everyone blames themselves. Your teachers think they were too hard on you. Those mean popular girls, they think of all the things they’ve said to you. That boy that used to tease you and call you names, he can’t help but hate himself for never telling you how beautiful you really are. Your ex boyfriend, the one that you told everything to, that broke up with you.. He can’t handle it. He breaks down and starts crying, and runs out of the school. Your friends? They’re sobbing too, wondering how they could never see that anything was wrong, wishing they could have helped you before it was too late. And your best friend? She’s in shock. She can’t believe it. She knew what you were going through, but she never thought it would get that bad… Bad enough for you to end it. She can’t cry, she can’t feel anything. She stands up, walks out of the classroom, and just sinks to the floor. Shaking, screaming, but no tears coming out. It’s a few days later, at your funeral. The whole town came. Everyone knew you, that girl with the bright smile and bubbly personality. The one that was always there for them, the shoulder to cry on. Lots of people talk about all the good memories they had with you, there were a lot. Everyone’s crying, your little brother still doesn’t know you killed yourself, he’s too young. Your parents just said you died. It hurts him, a lot. You were his big sister, you were supposed to always be there for him. Your best friend, she stays strong through the entire service, but as soon as they start lowering your casket into the ground, she just loses it. She cries and cries and doesn’t stop for days. It’s two years later. Your teachers all quit their job. Those mean girls have eating disorders now. That boy that used to tease you cuts himself. Your ex boyfriend doesn’t know how to love anymore and just sleeps around with girls. Your friends all go into depression. Your best friend? She tried to kill herself. She didn’t succeed like you did, but she tried…your brother? He finally found out the truth about your death. He self harms, he cries at night, he does exactly what you did for years leading up to your suicide. Your parents? Their marriage fell apart. Your dad became a workaholic to distract himself from your death. Your mom got diagnosed with depression and just lays in bed all day. People care. You may not think so, but they do. Your choices don’t just effect you. They effect everyone. Don’t end your life, you have so much to live for. Things can’t get better if you give up. I’m here for absolutely anyone that needs to talk, no matter who you are. Even if we’ve NEVER talked before, I’m here for you. Copy and paste this as your status to show people there are people out there that care. I'm not going to promise that I'll understand exactly what you got through or feel but i know there are a lot of suicidal people in the fandom and my chat is always open. We can get through whatever it is together, guys.
Acceptance
If anyone out there is reading this, I just want to tell you that you are amazing, beautiful, smart, and wanted. No matter what you are going through, there will always be someone there too listen, care and help. If you want me to be that person, message me. To anyone struggling with depression, suicide or anything else, if you need someone to talk to I am here. I know how it feels to lose someone to suicide, I know how it feels to not know. Please, if you want someone to talk to, message me. You don't have to tell me your situation, you don't have to tell me your name, but if you need me, I am here. To anyone struggling with coming out about theur sexuality or anything else, message me. I can't fully empathize with your situation, but a large portion of my friends are gay, bisexual, pansexual, genderfluid, and transgender. I can offer my support, I can offer advice. I am here for you. Please, message me. I will be there. I will listen. I can help. Please, don't make a rash decision. Just remember that people love you, people support you, people will be they for you. I will be there for you. I will support you. Just push send. Please.
Dear No One. A Letter To You, From Me
My name is Michelle and I struggle with my self esteem. I often look in the mirror and the first thing I think is something like ‘makeup can only fix so much.’ I look down at myself and see stretchmarks that I shouldn’t have, and I hate them. They make me hate myself. I hate the way that I look, I hate the way that people look at me when they see these scars on me. I’ve tried to ignore them, but I can’t. All I see is a constant reminder that I’m not what I want to be. I’ve always wanted to have a different body type, but I can’t. It’s not that I haven’t tried, but I always end up with the thing I want to change not changing. I hate wearing swimsuits because of the marks on my hips. I hate wearing shorts because of the stretch marks on my thighs. I’m so insecure about everything. I don’t like the way I look, so I try to hide behind hats, glasses, my hair, makeup, literally anything.
I avoid eye contact because I’m afraid that if I look them in the eye, I will see the same disgust that I see when I look in a mirror. I’m afraid that they will look at me differently because I don’t think that I am anything close to pretty. I’m scared to talk to people because I don’t want to get close to someone only to have them leave me. I’m scared of being rejected or even confronted.
I always tell people to love themselves, that they are beautiful. I tell them that everyone is beautiful. I always tell everyone that they are amazing, and beautiful and they would be crazy to think otherwise, but I am a hypocrite. I tell them to ignore the comments, yet they are all that I hear. I tell them that other people’s opinion shouldn’t matter, but that is what matters to me. I tell them that nobody can tell them what to look like, yet I try so hard to please everyone. I tell them that no body should make them feel like shit because they make a snide comment, I tell them to brush off the hate, but I hold on to it. I allow it to get so stuck in my head that that is all I hear.
It’s gotten so bad that I am incapable of taking a compliment. If someone compliments me, tells me I’m pretty, I don’t believe them, and it’s not because I am trying to get attention or be modest. It’s because I genuinely don’t think that I am. I actually do not see any beauty in me. I see a girl who has been beaten down for so long, that she isn’t worth the second look, that she isn’t worth the compliment, that she isn’t worth the attention.
I am so insecure about everything that I very rarely send the first text because I feel like a burden. I am constantly afraid that the people that say they are my friends only stay with me because they don’t want to hurt me more. I don’t feel as if something pertains to me unless I am asked directly. I don’t answer an invitation to anything unless the question has my name attached to it.
I hate that I feel this way, but I feel that I am in too deep to escape. These thoughts and feelings eat away at me every day from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep, and even then it plagues my dreams. I always feel alone, even if I am surrounded by people that care about me, or even say that they do.
There was little point to this post, other than to say that I can empathize with some of you. I know some of what you are going through. If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to message me, I will respond as quickly as I can and I will try to help, even if all you want me to do is listen, I will do that. I love you all, thank you for letting me rant. Goodbye,
Xxx Michelle
Beauty is not defined by the size of your jeans.
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