it’s not okay to make racist/sexist/ableist/homophobic statements on the excuse that “it’s just a joke”
to simplify that:
bullying someone does not become okay when others laugh about it.
Not feminism: Oh my God, that woman is wearing make-up and high heels! She can't be a feminist. She's just adhering to the patriarchal expectations of femininity! What a traitor to her gender.
Not feminism: I hate men! Women are so much better than men! All men are rapists and we don't need their help! Men are just there to oppress us and keep us down! Women are the superior gender.
Not feminism: You're giving up your career to have a baby? You're being dictated to by a man! That's the wrong choice! You've slept with twenty men? Wow, way to show that you have no respect for yourself.
Feminism: Women and men are equal. No-one should be discriminated against on the basis of their gender. Women have the right to decide how to live their life, how to dress, what to do with their body and who to love.
Stop right now. I know it’s hard and I know sometimes it feels like it’s not even worth trying to stop, but it is. I promise. I know that sometimes seeing your scars fade is hard, but bby you know you don’t want them there forever. Once they’re faded, think of how much easier it will be. No sleeves or bracelets or awkward positioning so they don’t notice. Think of how much better it’s going to get for you. All of your problems you have right now WILL get better. You haven’t even lived a quarter of your life yet, there’s so much room for things to look up. I promise. I’ve been where you are and sometimes I’m still there. Last night I relapsed, and of course I regretted it right after. I thought of all of you, I thought of the people that care about me. But relapse is part of recovery. It doesn’t mean I’m not going to get better. It just means that I’m fighting. I promise you that you can get through this. I promise that one day you won’t have to even fake a smile, because it’ll come natural. I promise you that you’ll have a night where you’re not fighting the blade for sleep (or the lighter, etc.). There will be a day where you won’t even remember how hard it is for you right now. And I can’t wait for you to realize that.
So put that down baby, not tonight. Read this again tomorrow if you need to. I love you.
