“To the women of my generation: I’m so sorry if you have ever been made to feel ashamed of the way your face looks without makeup. If you’ve ever thought your skin tone was “uneven”. If you’ve ever hid your face under long hair so they wouldn’t see the “blemishes” on your skin. If you’ve ever stained your clothes from covering every inch of your skin in concealer and contours. If you’ve ever sacrificed a day at the pool or the beach because you were afraid to wear a two-piece. If you were ever told you have an “unconventional” body type. If you’ve ever starved yourself to feel “beautiful”. If the color of your skin felt like the only thing people ever noticed or cared about. If you’ve ever been told you have a “boy chest” or that men wouldn’t find you attractive because of your bra size. If you’ve ever been told to loose weight for a man…or gain weight. If you’ve ever changed your outfit because you weren’t “thin enough” or didn’t have the right “figure”. If you’ve ever been told your hairstyle wasn’t attractive to the opposite sex. In fact, if you’ve ever been made to feel like you only dressed for the pleasure of men. If you’ve ever been told you look like a “slut” or were made to cover your body in shame for the “convenience” of a man. If you were ever made to feel that it was your fault when men disrespected or harassed you because of how you dressed/acted. If you were ever told men couldn’t control themselves around you and it was your job to keep them in check. If you were ever blamed or not believed when you were sexually assaulted/harassed. For every woman who’s ever been “slut-shamed” by her own sister or mother. For every trans-woman who’s ever been made to feel like less of a woman because of the body she was born in. For every woman who’s ever been “talked down to” because of her sex. For every woman who’s ever been shamed or alienated for wanting to be single and never marrying. For any women that were made to feel like monsters for not liking/wanting kids or a family. For any women who’ve been called “cold bitches” for wanting to focus on their careers. For all the lesbians/bisexuals/pansexuals who’ve ever been told their sexuality was a “phase” or invalid without men. We are strong beautiful women. Let’s make sure we don’t bring this hurtful thinking into the next generation. Let’s start over so the next group of young women grow up in a better, more enlightened world💕.”
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She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank and had midnight swims.
every girl has the same struggle “how long can i go without washing my hair”
my favorite forms of affection
- holding hands
- resting their head on my shoulder
- tight hugs that last a long time
- linking arms
- lying on their lap or chest
- putting their arm around me
- compliments
- playing with my hair
“The flowers have come, and are adorable, dusky, tortured, passionate like you.”
— Virginia Woolf, in a letter to her lover Vita Sackville-West
(via minuty)
“How can I describe my life to you? I think a lot, listen to music. I’m fond of flowers.”
— Susan Sontag, from “Death Kit,” published c. January 1967
Mamá
He never gave you flowers,
or a ring,
or a necklace.
But you’re the least materialistic person I know;
You never longed for the tangible items,
but rather
for a kiss on the cheek,
a sincere smile,
for him to say your name in a way that yelled how much he loved the way it rolled off his tongue.
n.g // i want to give you the world
“What would it be like to die here? What do you want to be when you rot? I want flowers seeping out of my jaw, snaking around my bones. I want something to grow out of me.”
— Sennah Yee, “The Desert,” How Do I Look?
“I don’t know what’s worse: to not know what you are and be happy, or to become what you’ve always wanted to be, and feel alone.”
— Daniel Keyes, Flowers for Algernon
