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if this 5000 year old tree isn’t too old to realize that its trans neither are you
girls: spank me i’ve been naughty
me: its okay we all make mistakes
if I was into girls I’d be the second person
Cried under a tree today. Cried for my sister who looks far more Muslim than I do; wears a hijab, carries a tasbeeh. Cried for my father who’s been spat on by white people calling him a ‘fucking Arab’ and ‘sand n*****’ and who’s been told to ‘go back to your shariah country’ on a number of occasions. Cried for young Muslims quickly stating honest apologies for a crime they never committed but are automatically connected to - in media, in literature, in funded narratives, in daily conversations.
Cried knowing Empire decides who is mourned and who is overlooked; Empire decides human worthiness and unworthiness. Cried for refugees quietly panicking and fearing more backlash, never catching a moment to sit down and breathe in ease. Cried knowing only a very small number of people will ever realize that we flee the people you saw today. Cried also knowing we will never have the patience to understand the rage in people who commit these atrocities; cried knowing this chaos is not spontaneous but created by man-made conditions. Cried knowing people assume understanding means justifying.
Cried knowing more borders are on their way, more ‘security measures’ targeted at people who already are marginalized by the state and its paranoia. Cried reading, “I wish we were allowed to simply mourn.” It’s a tough, suffocating place to be so I cried under a tree.
my blog is great but have u seen my ass
But really
Don’t feel bad if you still wish your body looked different or if your voice sounded better or if you can’t quite love yourself yet. Self-acceptance is a journey. You’re not hopeless just because others may be ahead of you. Appreciate yourself. Appreciate how far you’ve come. You’re on your way, at your own pace.
Don’t give your body the impression that it only deserves to be touched at a certain weight. Don’t give your body the impression that you can only buy new clothes once you reached your goal weight. No matter how small or big you are, you deserve the best treatment. You deserve to feel confident. You deserve to be in peace with yourself.
Meg: calling men out on their bullshit since 700 BC.
#can we talk about sassy Hercules in the first gif?