You guys want to know what? Seeing that video has inspired me to talk a bit about my struggles with similar issues. You see, I have never experienced it online, but I have in real life. Although I love my sister, and recognize that if I had ever complained to her none of this would have ever happened, I have to admit I'm afraid of her. I'm afraid of being myself around her. She's an extremely judgmental person without realizing how it hurts others and I'm a very submissive person socially (I can't speak over others, I always give way for other people and hold the door for like 500 people at once). It's something I struggle to hide because I feel like that makes me the stereotype of the submissive woman and such. The truth is I'm just too kind and since I feel like my existence bothers others on a daily basis I like to do my best to make other people's lives easier. Oh, and the worst of all, I have to constantly force myself to say no. I have to constantly force myself to realize I have feelings and I'm worth something and that I have the right to stand up for myself. This particular one is a product of my education as a woman, however. I was always taught to obey my elders and do what they ask me and that paired with my inherent submissiveness makes me prone to do things I don't want to. Back to the subject, my sister is very judgmental of others, although due to her style and beliefs she really shouldn't be. She's into rastafari culture and all that but I'm not even going to discuss it because 1) I'm not that educated on it 2) it doesn't really matter right now. The thing is my sister opresses me without knowing it because I'm too afraid to say it. Here's a secret: I like high heels and makeup and lolita fashion and girly pink things. Wanna know another secret? I only show it when my sister's away. Per example today I wore cute flowery shorts and a green pastel baggy shirt and some high heels, I put on eyeliner and lipstick and a little bit of eye shadow. I listened to bad pop music and Kyary Pamyu Pamyu with the volume on the max, blasting it throughout the entire house. But today my sister's in Switzerland working. When the winter comes and she returns home I'll wear hoodies, sweatpants, jeans and sneakers. I'll be afraid to listen to music without headphones. I'll be afraid to read manga, watch anime, read a webcomic, read fanfic or see a supposedly kid's movie. Because if she knows she'll judge me. She'll tell me that I'm only wearing heels cause I'm shallow. That I only like anime because it's cool. And that wearing makeup makes me a fake. So I just stop doing it, because my mind and tumblr tell me that I have no right to genuinely liking things. Except it's ten times worse in here. You tell people to kill themselves. You tell people they're worthless. You tell people they have no rights to their tastes and their personality and that they have the right to rip it appart and play with it. This is supposed to be a place where we can be free not another place to be opressed by social rules even more.