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Ain’t nobody under 25 gonna understand this
I am 18 and i understood it ;)
hey if ur lgbt reblog this and tag ur opinion on wearing socks to bed
Im not lgbt but wearing socks to bed can even prove fatal ..
I love Youtube because it gives marginalized artists and performers a platform to share their talent with the world.
When I was in high school, I auditioned for a major role in a school play. I got the role and even started working on memorizing all my dialogues and everything.
Then one day, out of the blue, the director started having issues with my hijab, saying I wouldn’t be able to dress “appropriately” for the role. Mind you, this teacher also criticized me for “violating the school dress code” which explicitly stated students weren’t allowed to wear hats or hoodies in class. My role was then given to a white boy.
Youtube gives girls like me a chance to do what we love. I don’t care if only five people watch my videos. Just recording them alone makes me so happy. It’s a great feeling when your appearance doesn’t get in the way of your dreams.
You go girl 👌🏽
I’m lying alone with my head on the phone
And my phone on my face
If you see beauty in something, don’t wait for others to agree.
Sherihan Gamal (via wordsnquotes)
It’s both brave and dangerous, to give away all your secrets.
broken thoughts (via br-o-ken-poetry)
when you really hate the fuck out of someone but you cant say shit because everyone else loves them and you know deep down in your cold dead heart that they’re a terrible person
A FAT LITTLE GIRL is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh. A FAT LITTLE GIRL is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school. A FAT LITTLE GIRL is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.” A FAT LITTLE GIRL is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting. A FAT LITTLE GIRL is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it. A FAT LITTLE GIRL is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?” A FAT LITTLE GIRL is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty. A FAT LITTLE GIRL is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips. She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner. You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”
Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
Raise awareness - It starts very young. Mine was a full-blown problem by the time I hit 13.
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Yup
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Just a your daily reminder that slavery was ended 152 years ago and not 500, 400, 300 or even 200. 152. That is all.
Also daily reminder that Mississippi didn’t officially abolish slavery until 2013
African Americans didn’t actually gain equal rights until almost 100 years after slavery had been abolished
Racism is alive and well
Obama is The "first black" president of america.. This is racism
it’s been 11 months, and all i want to do if forget your name.
We cant forget the ones who hurt us..