“I remember when I was doing “Rent” and I was too thin, and I was doing that on purpose because I’m dying, I’m a HIV+ drug addict. I remember having to eat raw food and doing all this work to make sure I could stay thin… And I remember everyone asking me when I was doing press for the movie, “what did you do to get so thin? You looked great!” and I’m like, “I looked emaciated.” It’s a form of violence in the way that we look at women and how we expect them to look and be, for… what’s sake? No…
I love her so much, you guys.
rupert giles in season one of buffy the vampire slayer
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Today I wore shorts to dance, and I realized I couldn’t see any of my scars in the mirror - even when I was standing in the front row! (I have a ton of self harm scars on my legs, btw.) My scars are really faded, and I’m really happy about it!
Last summer, they were super red and so many people asked me about them. Also, whenever I walked up to someone, I noticed their eyes flick downward to look at my scars. One time on the bus, the lady sitting next to me was staring openly down at my legs, and I sat there super uncomfortably for a couple minutes until I just looked at her and she got really flustered. On that same bus ride, as I was getting off the bus, some guy got really in-my-face about how I shouldn’t do that to myself. I could tell he meant it in a tough love kind of way, but it was really out of line coming from a COMPLETE STRANGER. There were many more awkward little moments that I won’t even go into.
The reason I bring this up at all is that my scars were super visible back then and I got so many unsolicited questions and comments. This past summer, nobody said anything to me about them. Granted, part of that is because the people who know me had already seen my scars. But still, there was a huge difference between walking around at the beginning of my recovery with very pink scars and walking around now, with the faded white ones. People don’t seem to notice much anymore, which is a really good thing!
I don’t even think about it that much anymore, and the only reason it came up for me was this bitchy girl in my dance class was staring at my scars. Even if I can only see someone in my peripheral vision, I can tell if they’re staring. It’s something that I’ve become very aware of, even though I no longer think about it conciously. So she was staring and I just looked at her sideways and she immediately looked away. And it honestly doesn’t bother me much because she is such an entitled, self-centered bitch, and I give zero fucks what she thinks. (I’m not saying that about her just because she was staring. She is a horrible person and she’s been annoying the fuck out of me for a couple years now.) But her staring is what got me thinking about my scars, and I noticed that I couldn’t see them at all in the mirror (except occasionally when the light hit my leg in a certain way). And I am sooooooooooo happy that my scars are that faded. Yay for recovery!
My boyfriend (via thecarrionlibrarian)
#no but can you imagine if that was how you learned once a month you weren’t pregnant#by some dude singing songs about the victory of it#you wake up and he’s there and you are so happy#this dude becomes your favorite dude#but then you realize you haven’t seen your friend’s minstrel in a while#I mean everyone notices#like half the people are on the same cycle so for one week out of four your job is just flooded with fucking minstrels everywhere#the cacophony#but Mary over there is all alone#and she’s like my minstrel is late#but we all fucking know#her minstrel has gone off to find her a baby#a nine month journey he must make alone#and until he comes back there is no music in her life#what a glorious world this would be#I love the minstrels (@onionjuggler)
Can we please have a story about this?