It’s okay to smoke one cigarette; it’s okay to smoke five; it’s okay to smoke none at all. All that matters is that you’re happy.
Instead of killing that tiny bug in your bedroom, watch it live its happy little buggy life for a while, then set it free.
It’s okay to cry over that boy who broke your heart two years ago.
It’s okay to cry over nothing at all.
It’s okay to have scars and stretch marks; remember, they are just reminders of how strong you are.
It’s okay not to shave off the hair on your legs, and it’s okay to shave every part of your body.
It’s okay to have preferences, just don’t turn them into prejudices.
It’s okay to love who you please, it doesn’t matter who they are.
It’s okay to love someone who doesn’t love you.
It’s okay to cry over the boy who reminds you of Roman candles, just know the pain won’t last forever.
And as much as it’s okay to hate yourself, it’s even more to love yourself.
becoming a parent means being the one to get the wasp out of the room and idk if i’m prepared to do that
Because when I was 13 years old, I was sent home for my tank top straps being a little too thin, but a boy could wear a Cool Story babe, Go Make Me A Sandwich shirt and not be looked at twice.
Because when I was 17 and I told a guy “No” and the next day the word tease was painted on my locker.
Because when I was 18 and just wanted to be friends, I was a bitch.
Because I feel the need to say “I have a boyfriend” instead of “No” because guys respect other men more than they would ever respect me.
Because society screams “don’t get raped” instead of “don’t rape”
Because I am scared to walk alone at 10 PM
Because being beautiful is the most important thing I’ll ever do.
Because when I wear my favorite skirt “I’m asking for it”
Because the song Blurred Lines exists
Because no means no no matter how you fucking spin it
Because a girl was drugged and raped with a beer bottle, and the boys who did it are out on bail.
Because I owe you nothing
Because pepper spray is a gift I receive yearly.
Because I am asked if I have a boyfriend more than I am asked about my mental health
Because my clothes say more about my consent then my mouth does.
Because the wage gap exists
Because “not all men are like that” is said way too often
Because I feel the need to say “I’m not a feminist but…”
Because I’m writing this fucking piece