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Friend: I love that one character.

Me: Which one?

Friend: He has a scar on his left side.

Me:

Friend: His father is dead to him.

Me: *literally?*

Friend: He has a sister.

Me:

Friend: He is a teenager.

Me:

Friend: He’s a prince.

Me:

Friend: He has powers.

Me:

Friend: He fought against the protagonist-

Me:

Friend: but they became friends.

Me:

Friend: His smile is the purest and could cure cancer.

Me:

Me: Could you be a little MORE specific?

I wonder if anyone ever considered that the dragon guarding the princess was really a metaphor for the princess’s strength, power, fire, all the things the prince could not handle and that his killing the dragon was destroying the part of her that was truly magical just so he could possess her, he could own her, he could have her and her crown. Maybe if the dragon defeated the prince for a change, her true happiness in genuinely being herself could be found.

Nikita Gill, Excerpt From: Rethinking The Fairytale

💓 Sending infinite love to closeted trans folks who are forced to interact with their transphobic family members this Thanksgiving! Your identity, your name and your pronouns are all still valid- even if you can’t safely be open about it yet 💓

I am teaching myself how to take up space. How to not apologise constantly for the way I live and breathe. How an apology isn’t something I am supposed to say before I speak in a conversation. How  I’m so sorry, isn’t something I have to say before I just allow myself the basic right of speaking about anything.

I am teaching myself that I am allowed to exist on this planet without thinking of myself as a burden. How to not apologise for things that are out of my control. How to understand when people are trying to manipulate me into thinking the worst of myself and most of all how to stop thinking the very worst of myself as I deserve better than that from myself.


I am teaching myself that humans can exist without assuming the very worst about themselves and how the people around them perceive them. How to not apologise when someone bumps into me and I immidiately assume it is my fault. How to not apologise when I ask a question because I think others will think I am stupid. How to love myself for these flawed bits of me no one has ever wanted to love before.


I am teaching myself that all the lies my abusers told me about myself were so very wrong. How I am allowed to make mistakes. How as long as I apologise and amend things, anything is fixable if I still have love in my heart for the other person. How not everything that has ever gone wrong in every relationship is my fault.


I am finally learning how to take up space as a human being. It’s taken a long, long road to get here. And I still have a very long way to go before I am done understanding that it is my job to take up space, that I am not just an afterthought or a secondary character in this gift of life I have been given. That who I am is not an apology, that who I am is not wrong.

—  Nikita Gill, On Learning How To Take Up Space

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