Do not stop. Do not stop believing in yourself, in your dreams. Believe in everything you want even in times when you are uncertain of yourself. When you’re not sure if you can make it through but you know you still want it, whatever it may be, you need it. You need it so bad that suffering won’t even deter you. You are craving it, your goals, your dreams, your future. Don’t stop pulling through. We all fail, we all slip up, we all lay in the mud sometimes, we all think we’re are giving up by laying down and wishing we didn’t want it. But, no matter how hard we try, we still want it. That, that alone is what will give you it. The never ending image of that success and of that life that you could have. It is all you need. Do not stop. Do not let yourself down. If you can’t stop thinking about it, you will get up and you will try again. Just keep going.
I remember being told at a young age to put my shirt on at sleepovers, that I wasn’t one of the boys. I remember trying to pee standing up at age 8 and making an absolute mess. I remember the envy I felt and couldn’t explain over my guy friends’ Adam’s apples And voices And muscle tone. While my body softened, though never became quite womanly, during puberty. I remember my grandmother telling me to stop slouching And never knowing why I wanted to hide my chest. I remember starving myself to prevent any curves from staking claim on my body. Looking back I remember these things, but it would be years until I came out.
I came out as queer (at the time, a lesbian) at 18 when I was out from under my parents roof. I thought I had finally found my niche, my thing, my explanation to a lifelong unnamed unease. I chopped my hair off, I loved women openly, and they loved me. I was “happy” in my newfound confidence as a masculine of center person. But I wasn’t.
Sometime around 20 I discovered that people could transition. That gender wasn’t black and white Or just what was assigned. I came out as trans for the first time crying on my bathroom floor, my girlfriend at the time tried to console me. I never came out to my twin, she just knew And though it took time, eventually she came around. The first time I told my mother we were in Vegas And I’d say it ruined the trip. The first time I told a stranger my new name was at Starbucks I was thrilled to hear someone call me Christopher Even if they didn’t know any better.
It would take me the next two years to come out slowly First to the my close friends Then to strangers And eventually a post on social media to address everyone else. I had been going by Chris in private for about two years before the day I actually “came out” (again). Some of us take time, and that’s alright.
Start placing emphasis on the good things in your life. Remind yourself of how far you have come, not how far you have to go. Remind yourself of the good qualities in your heart, not the cruel words that tear you down. When you look at yourself and your life more positively, more good will come than you imagine.
IACP president Terrence Cunningham
Apologizes for U.S. Law Enforcement’s Role in Historical Mistreatment of Communities of Color
His statement comes in the wake of heightened concern over the relationship between U.S. police forces and minority communities. These tensions have been put in the spotlight following a series of highlypublicizedciviliandeathsduringpoliceactions across the country, which have triggered impassioned responses and protests.
Cunningham’s speech received a standing ovation by IACP members at the meeting.
However, the Fraternal Order of Police, which represents more than 300,000 U.S. law-enforcement officers, criticized Cunningham’s speech.
The first step in ANY treatment process is to acknowledge that there is a problem…alcoholism, drug abuse, racial injustice, etc… It took videos of Eric Garner being chocked to death by police, Freddie Gray having his neck snapped by police and watching Philandro Castile die in his car to realize the stories of police abuse were true. Change won’t happen overnight. Admitting you are wrong is the first step towards change, however. Thank you Chief Cunningham. #Love it!
It’s weird when you think about someone who hurt you some time ago. It’s weirder when it doesn’t hurt you the same. You moved on, you probably don’t know exactly how or when. Maybe someone new filled the space where they once were, or maybe you’ve made bigger mistakes, either way, they don’t hurt you anymore. You’ve grown and so has the past. Just like the thing you once thought you would never let go, the thing you once thought could not recover from, has gone. Slipped out of your life without even a thought. How beautiful. Life has a funny way of solving pain like that. We’re not sure how, when or why, we must learn to accept that time will heal us. Then, we can finally let it.
Its a conscious decision to speak your mind and stand for what you believe in…or just be anotha nigga’. #julianperryart #art #illustration #faces #portrait #instaart #instalike #tupac #2pac #hiphopartist #changes