“Every girl is gonna be Harley Quinn this year”, you proclaim
As though there haven’t been a thousand Jokers at every Halloween party since an inordinate amount of men thought they could do a brilliant Heath Ledger impression
And as though there aren’t a million guys just whipping out the suit they got for a funeral for a last minute James Bond every year
And as though every media convention isn’t infested with infinity Deadpools all trying to be the most Deadpool of Deadpools to the point at which every other attendee develops a Deadpool shaped blind spot in the corner of their eye to completely phase out the swarm of Deadpools
We don’t mention those dudes because we’re cool with it. It’s completely fine. It’s all good, we’re just like, okay, yeah, cool Joker outfit, neat James Bond, nice attention to detail on that Deadpool
And that’s how it should be, like, whatever, you bought the costume with your own money and put it on your own body, it’s entirely inoffensive and completely respectful to everybody, we’re all happy in this situation
But when there’s a popular costume for women, suddenly it’s a big deal and a terrible awful thing
And it’s like, we COULD talk about how fucked up it is that oversexualised costumes get marketed to young girls, we COULD talk about how fucked up it is that there are still completely culturally insensitive racist costumes readily available at practically any costume shop, we COULD talk about how an absurd amount of costumes simultaneously fetishize and demonize mentally ill people
Instead we shame women for wearing a costume that they bought with their own money and put on their own body, that’s entirely inoffensive and completely respectful to everybody, and we pretend not to notice the double standards at play
It’s okay if you’re still learning to love yourself. Not everyone wakes up one morning and automatically falls in love with who they are. Take your time to love every inch of your body, inside and out. This will be a lifelong journey-there’ll always be more to love.
You are going to run this country, and this world, very soon. So you will not listen to this man, or the 75-year-old, doughy-faced, gray-haired nightmare men like him, when they try to tell you where to stand or how to behave or what you can and cannot do with your own bodies, or what you should or should not think with your own minds. You will not be cowed or discouraged by his stream of retrogressive babble. You won’t have time to be cowed, because you will be too busy working and learning and communing with other girls and women like you, and when the time comes you will effortlessly flick away his miserable, petty misogynistic worldview like a fly on your picnic potato salad.
He is the present, sadly, but he is not the future. You are the future. Your strength is a million times his. Your power is a billion times his. We will acknowledge this result, but we will not accept it. We will overcome it, and we will defeat it.
You have the power to swap consciousnesses with other people, as long as you can clearly see them. You always return to your own body after swapping around, but one day you accidentally switch far, far away from your body in a concert with thousand of people. The scramble begins to get back.
As a Leo, you find the most comfortable when you are able to worship your own self. When you can’t, you feel very out of place in your own body and you do not feel capable of giving back to the people around you. First light up your own life before lighting other people’s lives.
a word that essentially means that your life is altered permanently. you can, of course, learn to manage living this new life but it’s not going to change. you are you. you can’t escape your own body. your bones can’t heal from this. they’ve been carved this way, without you knowing it. you must learn to accept this broken form. there’s no other option.
things people without bpd/personality disorders don’t understand:
-being too afraid to ask for help because we don’t understand our disorder ourselves and don’t want people to look down even more on us
-feeling guilty for asking loved ones for help, and being treated like a burden for seeking that help
-telling us to control our anger/emotions is more damaging than anything
-feeling so vulnerable constantly in any situation no matter who you’re surrounded with
-feeling trapped in your own body/mind
-having such high highs that you have panic attacks, mental breakdowns, you can’t control what you say or do
-having such low lows that you want nothing more than to die, you feel worthless and absolutely crazy
-people giving you even worse complexes by telling you you’re “too angry,” “too excitable,” “too emotional”
-being told “you’re insane,” even as a joke, and feeling like you want to die because you really believe you’re insane
-when people tell you to go on medication but don’t understand that bpd/personality disorders CANNOT be cured, and all that does is turn you into a zombie
-questioning your own mind constantly, not knowing what to believe and what’s real and what’s not
-spending your entire life with people leaving because they don’t want to understand or help you
-feeling anxious staying in one place too long, sometimes so anxious that you literally move houses, towns, sometimes states constantly
-finding any excuse to end your friendships/relationships because you feel like a burden to that person and figure everyone would be better off with you gone
Don’t love yourself for the sake of being loved by others- love yourself because you have come a long way. Love yourself because you are your own best friend. Love yourself because you don’t feel like others love you enough. Love yourself to unlock more genuine happiness in your life. Love yourself because you deserve it. Love yourself when you want to hate yourself. Love yourself as you stand in the mirror after purging and still feel “fat”. Love yourself after feeling all of the scars, scabs, and scrapes on your arms-don’t forget the ones hidden on your thighs, too. Love yourself after being rejected for what feels like the billionth time. Love yourself after your tenth anxiety/panic attack of the day. Love yourself after getting bullied nonstop at school. Love yourself after coming out to your friends and getting mixed responses. Love yourself after cutting all of your hair off. Love yourself after making giant mistakes. Love yourself endlessly. Love yourself unconditionally. Hug yourself until your arms feel like they could fall off at any moment. Tell yourself how much you love yourself until your voice becomes hoarse. Give yourself the love you had reserved for someone else. Love yourself infinitely and innately.