he was afraid because our children make us question everything when they are trying to forgive what we would not
“I remember lying in bed praying to a god (that I didn’t even believe in) that I would just wake up as a girl.”
I am now twenty-four.
I am scared.
I am broke.
I am a feminist
and I fight.
The reason I am writing this is to let you know that I also feel dull and sluggish before going out for an adventure. Almost at the verge of giving up, I just give myself a little kick. I have never ever regretted what has happened afterwards.
Their nagging. One day daughters will appreciate that mom’s nagging was done out of love.
Thank you for teaching me how to stand up for myself. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worth something more.
As mothers and fathers of sons, it’s time that we stop treating sexual assault as something only parents of daughters have to worry about.
Virgo season sent me into an existential tailspin about my ~future~ and I cried my eyes out (chic!) more than once in a therapists office about worrying about change, my health, and dying alone.
I may never live in America again, but I am cool with that — I have by my side the two people in the world who have given me the gift of “being me”. What’s more, had I not left, I would not have had the privilege of seeing America from both sides of the coin. And you know what? It’s made me love it even more.
The sooner this racist, misogynistic, homophobic abomination of a presidency ends, the better.