*Points at OC* You get all my feelings of inadequacy and fear of never being good enough as well as obeying my abusers so to not face conflict with them.
*Points to other OC* You get all my fear of abandonment and over romanticizing of certain things in my life.
*Points at another OC* You get all my frustration over showing my emotions and are going to be allowed to say all the mean/truthful things I’ve always wanted to say about others but only say internally to myself.
*Points at another OC* You get all my insecurities about myself and fears about how other perceive me.
*Point at yet another OC* And you get all my cockiness but it’s to mask the fact that deep down I really hate myself.
*sets OCs free* Now go my children, go fuck up your lives.
Britney Spears taught me that it is okay to have a mental illness. It’s okay to break down. It does not define you. You can still be stronger then ever and come back in ways no one will ever expect. That you don’t owe anyone anything.
And that fact that no single inkling of this message can be translated in a two hour movie is beyond sad and disgusting.
Say it with me now: women are NOT defined by their relationships with men.
I wanna marry you. I wanna have kids with you. I wanna build us a house. I wanna settle down and grow old with you. I wanna die when I’m 110 years old, in your arms. I don’t want 48 uninterrupted hours. I want a lifetime.