hey im nonbinary and im feeling pretty messed up over that post you replied to abt nonbinary ppl all being ugly freaks or w/e. like, that person was wrong, yes? there is nothing wrong with us. there is nothing wrong with me. right?
Hell yeah, they were wrong. Fuck, were they wrong, and Iām sorry, I should have tagged it.
Look, weāve all seen beautiful women before, right? Breathtaking, gorgeous, incredible women that make everything look luminescent.
And weāve all seen heartstoppingly attractive men, too, right? The kind of men you want to just stare at for hours?
They exist, and nobody questions it. But if those genders can be so incredible, why not others? Why do fluid and nonbinary genders get the shaft? Because we donāt slot into one of two predesigned, pre-tailored molds? Is beauty a binary ideal, where only Male and Female are worthy of the title?
Consider what you find beautiful in the world around you. A flower, a river, a mountain.
Is a Storm a man, or a woman?
Can you tell if a tiger is male or female by looking at itās stripes?
No. Beauty is beyond that. Itās a thing that makes your heart sing, that makes you feel.
Look inside yourself and find what speaks to you- you wonāt find a hip or jawline there. Find out who you are, and then BE that. Whatever that is; whatever that looks like.
For me, itās thin, soft cotton weave and golden glitter. Stripes of deep black India ink. Snake scales, turmeric yellow, ball bearings. California poppies. Forza cologne. Campfire smoke. Petrichor. My motherās orchid garden. Strong wind and saltwater, cedar trees and warm mud between my toes and shattered glass and a red sky and blue jello the smell of paint and hot pumpkin guts.
Strong things. Things that make me feel alive.
I hold onto these things, because they help to remind me that I am more than the body I live inside. I am a collective, I am an experience, I am a concept that canāt be properly encapsulated by language.
When I remember that, the things I feel insecure about- my skin, my jawline, the things people judge from the outside- they feel inconsequential, you know? Because the person Iāve been, the one I get to be⦠Itās an incredible thing.
So no, I donāt thing that thereās anything wrong with you, just as I donāt think thereās anything wrong with trees, or rain, or an avalanche.
And thereās nothing wrong with me, either.