Click through for the actual story that precedes this, but I feel like the above is an important thing to remember regardless of context.
It’s all about how you have to look a certain way or else you’re worthless. You know when you look in the mirror, and you think, ‘Ugh, I’m so fat, I’m so old, I’m so ugly’, don’t you know that’s not your authentic self, but that is billions upon billions of dollars of advertising, magazines, movies, billboards, all geared to make you feel shitty about yourself so that you will take your hard-earned money and spend it on some turnaround cream that doesn’t turnaround shit.
When you don’t have self-esteem, you will hesitate before you do anything in your life. You will hesitate to go for the job you really wanna go for. You will hesitate to ask for a raise. You will hesitate to report a rape. You will hesitate to defend yourself when you are discriminated against because of your race, your sexuality, your size, your gender. You will hesitate to vote. You will hesitate to dream.
For us to have self-esteem is truly an act of revolution. And our revolution is long-overdue.
” —Margaret Cho (via wilwheaton)Is one of them actually a very dark grey? Also, does anyone actually want mascara that isn’t blacker than a black hole? My eyelashes should have an event horizon. The room should actually get a little darker when I walk in. I feel like this has untapped marketing potential.
I couldn’t remember the name of this YA novel I read a bazillion years ago, so I googled the only bits I could remember - “young adult time travel fiction jenna” - and it was the first result.
My atrophying adult brain thanks you, Google.
Life turned inside out
reveals the seams
of a pattern loosely followed
Unruly crossing of thread
pulled through random needle-trail,
mismatched scraps consumed to make the whole
(your eye is sharp and bright;
it draws me along
the measure of your path)
It brings me no relief to struggle against
this tether, that tenuous tense line
taut around my pith, the noose
that holds me back (it holds me together)
yes, I am a motley creature
and by reveling in my foolishness
I find my undoing
(strand by strand,
like a lover releases a corset)
Your hands could feel no rougher
than the bonds I have chosen,
but they would unravel me
with willing precision
and the whole world fly to pieces as I tumble through the tears
I just spent a good ten minutes trying to figure out the best way to get a song I bought on my phone uploaded to my Google Music account, because the app downloads music but doesn’t support uploading, because Google does not have their shit together, and so I had consigned myself to this convoluted solution that involved putting Dropbox on my phone and syncing folders and then I realized hey, Lori, your phone is ALREADY PLUGGED INTO YOUR USB PORT TO CHARGE, so why don’t you just copy the file over like an intelligent human being.
Ahahahahaha I’m an idiot.
