When I got pregnant at 17 my ultra right-wing, conservative, catholic parents told me to get an abortion and we’d never talk about it again.
That’s why I know they’re all full of shit.
the phrase "lipstick on a pig" has always inspired a deep sadness in me. I think of the pig, looking forward to her big night out, and I bring myself to the verge of tears.
I was walking home from the gym (in tears after a bad day) and some man got OUT OF HIS CAR in the Harvey’s parking lot while I’m in the middle of the cross walk to tell me I’m beautiful and ask for my name. maybe he couldn’t tell I was crying lmao
To my 25 - 35 year olds, you have reached the age where people around you are starting to give up on themselves because they think it's too late. don't let that energy rub off on you. It's not too late.
y'all gotta start normalizing crying on public transport because you had a bad day at work, i can't be the only one shamelessly wearing my heart on my sleeve sometimes
“you don’t owe anyone anything” is for, like, trauma survivors learning to care about themselves for the first time or whatever. it’s not for you when you’re an Awful Friend
the way I get myself to go to exercise classes is I give myself permission to half ass it, just lie on the floor if I want. getting in the door counts.
then, of course, I’m too embarrassed to just lie on the floor so I do it. begrudgingly.