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niuniente:

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

My new meds make my skin throw a fit. It’s not terribly bad, just a few things here and there, but it’s bumming me out because I’ve never really had too many run-ins with acne.

My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.

And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know?

Because the more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.

Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”

When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.

And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.

I don’t know. I guess talking to little kids just reminds me that all of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.

“All of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.” TRUTH. The sooner you learn this the better. Just be you. Everything we worry about is something we made up and decided as human beings/society/culture. We can decide otherwise, too.

haveagaydayorg:
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Being an ally is a lot like being a fan of a sports team.
You’re there to support them, you spend money on their merchandise, you identify yourself as such so that your team feels the love and the world knows you’re there,...

haveagaydayorg:

(source)

Being an ally is a lot like being a fan of a sports team.

You’re there to support them, you spend money on their merchandise, you identify yourself as such so that your team feels the love and the world knows you’re there, you cheer for them, you tell others about them, you gush about why your team rocks to anyone interested in sports (and maybe a few who aren’t), and you jump in if someone’s talking trash about your team or your sport.

You bring a megaphone and a big foam #1 glove, and maybe if you’re good at what you do, you lead the bleachers in a cheer or two and get a few seconds on the JumboTron.

But you’re not part of the team.  You don’t get your name on the roster.  You don’t hang out in the locker room.  You don’t sit in on the strategy sessions.  And if someone from the team is doing a press conference, you fucking sit down and give them the microphone.

~ Chris Breechen.