what i called myself pretty


pas de cheval // panic! at the disco

In the left picture I was just as lost as I look. Lost mentally, lost when it came to school, relationships, everything. It has been a long time coming and I cannot stress this enough, stop tearing down people who love everything about them. You never know how long it took for them to love their self. I have been around people who literally smacked my phone out of my hand and said I take too many selfies, out of hate bc I LOVE ME! What is wrong with admiring myself? this new body that I WORKED for. I deserve to take as many god damn selfies I want. If I call myself pretty everyday so what. I have to keep reminding myself that I am beautiful inside and out. So if you know someone who you think is “too cocky” or “too full of their self” don’t be so quick to judge.

  • me: i'm an anime blog, not just a haikyuu!! blog, i post a ton of different anime
  • me: *hq user, icon, and header*
  • me: *posts 98% hq*
  • me: *tags everything that i post that isn't hq*
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  • me: i'm an... anime blog......... not just............. oh fuck it, i'm a fucking haikyuu!! blog

anonymous asked:

Sometimes I wonder what it's like to have such a.... twisted mentality. I'd call myself pretty lucky in my cringe years (all I really did was write some weird fanfic) so I really can't understand how people voluntarily say, in front of the millions that browse the Internet, that they believe they're the re-encarnation of an animatronic bear, or a vague anime character. And death threats?? How angry does one have to be over fictional shit....

it’s not a “twisted mentality” its just a lot of people who cant really… grow up


narcissistic tantrums

The absolute peak occurred just recently. I was at a gathering that included a young transwoman, and the conversation turned towards Amnesty Intl.’s policy on prostitution. I took the opportunity to discuss my objection to the equivalency of sex work and work, which led to my referring to female anatomy, and in doing so, I used the word women. A young male interjected and pointed out that when I used the word women, I had gestured towards myself and another woman in the room and had excluded the transwoman. Well, yes, I had been discussing anatomy. The discussion got rather heated, and after again being informed that some men have clitorises, and some women have penises, I found myself asking, well then, what label am I supposed to use for myself? I was told I should say “people who have clitorises”, or “ciswomen”. The absurdity that I was in a position of asking a biological male what I should call myself hit me pretty hard, and the room cleared when I refused to acquiesce. The others all behaved as if I had committed some form of terrible violence with my word choices. I deeply resented being assigned to the role of perpetrator in the scenario.

Before the transwoman stormed out, she called me a TERF. Ironically, just prior to all of this, I had had a long conversation with her, stating at one point how proud I was of the younger generation that they were fighting so admirably for their rights. How little did I know. Afterward, I looked up what TERF meant, and discovered the extremely disturbing misogyny within transactivism, and I made my way here. I am so relieved there is resistance to what I view as a neo-colonization of female identity and women’s spaces, all in the name of a disorder, or condition, the nature and origins of which are still unclear, as existing scholarship is heavily contended by those who have the condition.


My name’s Lila, and I am a 25 year-old pan & demisexual. It took a while for me to figure out exactly what my sexuality was. When I was in high school, I considered myself to be bisexual. A label that never quite felt right, but at the time seemed to be the closest I could find. Even after high school, I was still searching for a different way to identify because, not only did the label of being attracted to two genders not feel right, but also, I didn’t feel actually attracted to just anyone.I spent a lot of this time in silence. My family had found out about my bisexual label through social media, but it was brushed off as “just being a phase.” After all, i was just an “emo teenager rebelling against my family.” But even after high school, my friends still treated me differently being bi. One of my friends would constantly ask me how hot I though she looked, always explaining afterward that it meant so much more coming from me because I like girls too. It was fine the first few times, but after a few years of her constantly saying it, I really didn’t feel comfortable. Like why does my sexuality need to be brought into anything at all? Once I hit my early 20s and started making new friends, I kept my sexuality to myself, almost entirely. I would never lie and call myself straight, in fact I would just say that I don’t care about gender, it doesn’t matter to me.

Thanks to the majestic internet, it wasn’t too much longer before I found out that it is a legitimate thing! I was pansexual! And it felt so right. I was finally content in what I could call myself. I still kept it pretty quiet though. it’s my sexuality, not anyone else’s business. But with a few close friends, and with my significant other, I casually brought it up when it seemed to fit the conversation. There was never an official “coming out” for me. I guess I never really felt like I needed there to be anything. Especially because those few people I told accepted it as a part of me, and that was that. 

In terms of my family, well they found about a girl I’m dating through a mistake on social media about a year ago.. But coming from a very conservative family, no one really talked about it. Except for a few comments about how it doesn’t make any sense and they’re no okay with it. But, as I was living on my own, I was able to avoid much for real drama. And even though my mother doesn’t like it, I am very grateful that she has accepted it, at least on enough of a level to not be hostile about it. Or maybe she’s in denial. Either way, we have a pretty good relationship.

At the end of it all, I am very happy to identify as pansexual. I also feel incredibly fortunate to have never had to undergo an official “coming out” and to have had the support and acceptance from friends and significant others, and no real conflict from my family about my sexuality. 

I am proud to be pansexual!