these girls grow up

anonymous asked:

who were you at fourteen?

Fourteen year old me really liked wild blueberries and wearing low waisted jeans. Fourteen year old me tried too hard. Fourteen year old me wore too much eyeliner and stopped reading books for awhile because it was cooler that way. She listened to pop punk. She straightened her hair a lot even though it took forever. She also got taken advantage of by someone older. She was a child really until then. Fourteen year old me was just a girl thing that had to grow up that year.

She’s still here. She comes out sometimes when I turn on Green Day. Sometimes she stares back at me when I put makeup on. 

Look, I’m all for those ‘teenage mother’ memes about Steve, but at the same time I’m slightly peeved by the implication that there’s something unusual and weird and feminine about an 18-year-old boy being kind and supportive and actively protecting younger kids from a bully. Because one of the many wonderful things about Stranger Things is that it provides so many examples of healthy masculinity - Jonathan, Steve, Chief Hopper and Bob are that (unfortunately) rare thing - believable characters, real people with flaws but also men who don’t fit in the usual toxic mould you see in fiction (and in real life, of course - my question will always be, which one is influenced by the other, exactly?) - and, I don’t know, the fact we’re trying to dismiss that or brush it aside - well, I don’t like it. Steve is not a mom of anything. He’s a boy being decent and normal, and that should be enough for us to like him.

anonymous asked:

That picture of Hillary with that little girl is so heartwarming, but it is sad at the same time. Girls needed a role model like Hillary in the WH. I think back to when I was her age (I’m guessing she’s about 10) and I remember how much I could have benefitted from having HRC as my President had she won in ‘08. I don’t understand why so many people don’t like her. I wish that everyone looked up to her as much as that little girl and I do.

Ohh I know, me too 😢 It would have meant so much to be able to look up to her in the highest office in the land as the rightful 45 and for little girls to grow up seeing themselves reflected in that office. I guess the silver lining though is that she is still a role model and superhero to so many young girls and women, and no matter what she always will be.

Longs term effects of emotional abuse:

• a distrust in your perceptions

• a tendency to be fearful or on guard

• self-consciousness or fear of how you are coming across

• an inability to be spontaneous

• a distrust of people and in future relationships

• anger that bursts out unexpectedly

• sensitivity to anyone trying to control you

• the feeling of anxiety when someone lets you decide

• withdrawal from social interactions

• unexplainable feelings of shame/guilt

• unusual weight gain/loss

• changes in appetite

• unexplained anxiety or depression states

• self destructive behavior

• isolation from friends/family

• substance abuse

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Because I want to become like them. 

“Are You A Feminist?”

I am five years old. My mother just told me to go fetch a sweater because an adult man would be coming over soon, and I need to cover up.

I am seven years old. A boy wouldn’t stop chasing me on the playground and throwing rocks at me. I’m upset. My best friend says it’s because he likes me and she told me boys are mean to girls they like.

I am ten years old. We just had our first health class in school. The teachers were trying to educate us on sexual assault. After class, my friends told me to scream fire instead of rape if I’m ever being attacked, because no one will come if they hear the word rape being screamed.

I am twelve years old. I just got my first period. A pad fell out of my book bag at school and everyone started laughing. Apparently, periods aren’t normal and they should be hidden at all costs.

I am fifteen years old. I’m in the office crying because a boy I don’t know kept following me down the hallway and grabbing my ass even after I told him to stop. The administrator scolds me.
“maybe you shouldn’t be wearing leggings if you don’t want that kind of attention”
she sends me home with a dress code violation. She marked the “distracting” box.

I am seventeen years old. I’ve just been slapped because a boy got angry with me after I wouldn’t let him put his hands down my pants. Apparently, I led him on by letting him copy my math assignment.

I am twenty-one years old. My best friend has bought me special nail polish to wear to the bar. She says it changes color if it’s dipped in a drink that has a date rape drug in it.

I am twenty-three years old. I’m reading this to the first class I will ever teach. A student raises her hand and says, “no offense, but doesn’t this stuff happen to every girl?”

So yes, I am a feminist. And when you ask me why, I will read this to you. Again, and again, and again.

—  v.j.v

“Strict parents raise sneaky children” for me more like

Strict parents raise anxiety ridden children with panic attacks, shaking hands, constant fear, submissive tendencies, suicidal thoughts and the pain of knowing i never got to enjoy my teen years, be my damn self and do anything normal even when it wasn’t bad. And the foreboding knowledge that as soon as i get my freedom i’m gonna overdo it and engage in all types of self destructive things, do whatever i can to forget the past, and be stressed out about making up for everything that i’ve missed out on rather than focusing on priorities.