sometimes I realize there are people on my dash heavily burdened with horrible things
and I just desperately hope that you’ll be okay, you’ll find the strength to continue and do the right thing for yourself, you’ll make it through and be happy
all of you
Maria Irene Fornes (via kushandwizdom)
upon arriving on holiday back to my native country, my relatives reminded me of how obscenely inconsiderate people can really be. I was continuously asked “why I was so fat” and questioned about my weight and appearance. Being told I had a “fat face” on top of other things. My cousins child, child(!) even had the nerve to say to me “I bet your body fat ratio is more than 20%” after I asked him if he would like something to eat.
It baffles me that people think it’s okay and acceptable to outright make comments about someone’s weight, as if that person isn’t already aware of their appearance, as if that person isn’t already insecure about it, as if that person is gonna feel better or you’ll become a better person because of your comment. Fucking use your brain.
“People can come back, right? As ghosts. They don’t have to disappear completely.”
There are over 526 million black women in the world, all with different appearances, and your racist ass is going to say not liking black women is a ‘preference’, when the only damn thing they all got in common physically is their blackness? Sure, honey.
*white kid from 90’s tv show on bed throwing baseball up in the air and catching it while staring at ceiling*
I’m dreading the 14th of August like no fucking other>>