“If you see me, please don’t ask me how I am. I don’t want to have to lie to you.”
| Everyone: | Are you okay |
| Everyone: | You look tired |
| Everyone: | You look upset |
| Everyone: | You look confused |
| Everyone: | Are you mad at me |
| Everyone: | What are you mad at |
| Me: | IT'S MY FACE |
It hurts my heart so much when I hear/read/see things like this from men. It makes me wonder if that’s all that I’m good for, if that’s all that men think I’m good for.
Is that all that men think women are good for? Sex? Am I just something to be stared at? Am I just an object to be used for a moment’s pleasure and then thrown away like trash?
Shame on those men for trying to guilt us women into submitting our bodies to you, for planting the idea in their minds that in order to get a man you have to become their sexual object.
Things like this hurt us. They damage our hearts. These are the things that make us despise and distrust men, that make us cry at night, that make us torture our self-worth and our bodies to become good enough.
(Source: smokeweedeatyogurt, via to-my-self)
My Mother’s Day post, a letter to the best mom anyone could ask for.
