"if you’re fat then what am i?"
- deeply consumed by an eating disorder and SO conscious of my own weight and appearance to the extreme that it almost killed me that i don’t even bat an eyelid towards anyone else’s weight, is that ok with you or
^ why do people not understand that??
I miss R
I miss Ri
I miss Ric
I miss Rick
I miss Ricky
I miss Rickyl
just because i hate me doesnt mean you can
This is for the dumped boys.
This is for the depressed.
This is for the adopted. For the insecure who live with rolls of fat when they sit down, for the girls with flat chests. For the bullied and for the washed-up popular chicks who got an abortion at sixteen.
Close your eyes and breathe.
This is for the nannies. The butlers, the housemaids, who clean up after my shit. This is for the hospital walls and the people that have lived in them.
This is for the taxi drivers driving at 2AM. For the coffee shop table with the loners sitting in it. For the single moms who have to work three shifts, for the janitor dads whose kids are ashamed of them. For the supposed-to-be retired elderly that still have to work retail, for the grandpas dying alone in a nursing home, and for the seventy-year-olds that have to beg on the streets.
This is for you. Breathe.
This is for the adults who struggle not to kill the voices in their head by slashing a razor through their skin. For the high school bullies wanting to say sorry. For the children who are not their parents’ favorites. For the black sheep. For the typhoon victims.
For the women who love sex and have been shamed for it. For the innocent black men sentenced to life without parole. For the struggling celibate pedophiles and reformed sex offenders. For the would-be serial killers who suppress their urges. For the homophobes, sexists, racists who bite their tongue and draw blood when they’re tempted to make an unkind remark. This is for the freaks. For the ones with unnatural kinks they have to ignore.
For the twelve-year olds whose childhood pet died today. For the five-year olds in Palestine and Israel who’ve been brought up to hate.
This is for those without a best friend. For the dogs who get hit by their owners’ hand. For the artists and dreamers in a society against dreams. For the poets and painters without the talent to create their masterpiece. For the travelers stuck with their laptops, for the athletes that get picked the least.
This for you.
This is for the days when your demons are snarling and grabbing and pulling at you from every direction. This is for the days when you find it hard to say no.
This was never meant for me.
So close your eyes. Close your eyes, fill your lungs with air and breathe. Feel the blood in your veins coursing through you, willing you to survive. Know that my words are with you, and take them like compassion coins inside your pocket you can jiggle during the seconds of silence it gets especially hard.
When you do, keep trying. For there is a world for you on the other side of the door, another one where you were meant to LIVE. To be alive without chains shackling you to the ground. Wait for it.
It’s okay. Thank you for trying.
Do not hate homosexuals, bisexuals, asexuals, ect
But do not hate heterosexuals.
Do not hate trans*gender, agender, non-binary people
But do not hate cissexuals.
Do not hate people of color
But do not hate white people.
Do not hate women
But do not hate men.
Do not hate Christians
But do not hate atheists.
Hatred only breeds more hatred. Is it that hard to understand?
This needs more attention than it’s gotten.
IF YOU DO NOT REBLOG THIS A SKELETON WILL SNEAK INTO YOUR HOUSE AND MAKE AN ELABORATE SANDWICH AND USE THE SAME EXACT KNIFE FOR EVERY CONDIMENT WITHOUT CLEANING IT OFF