welcome to my crib sorry it’s a little small i’ve had it since I was a baby
And I’m sure that being thin tasted good at the time
And that you believed the prominent hipbones were worth it
And it would only be one more pound.
Its been 5 years, and i’m sure you know right now your eating disorder lied to you
That you truly believe there is no hope.
The world sucks, and your eating disorder was a brilliant escape route, but personally, i’d rather be in this world, aware of its faults, then up in the stars, gazing at its beauty.
Recovery is the hardest thing you will ever do; but you will do it.
So, maybe we’re the
generation of the selfie,
but we’re also the generation
that grew up in a tainted,
with every impossible beauty standard
shoved down our throat
through a tube
because eating has become
a guilty pleasure
and condemning beauty ideals
won’t go straight to our thighs.
And if, by chance,
we are able to destroy the
demons that you’ve planted
inside of us with your
constant advertisements and rules
that play behind our eyelids and
take root in our brains,
then let us take our fucking pictures
and capture that moment when
we felt beautiful because all this world
has taught us is that
our beauty is the greatest
measure of our worth.
Scoff at our phones all you like,
these delicate extensions of
our fingers, but know that
through this technology
that you couldn’t even
begin to understand,
we have smudged the entire
world with our fingerprints.
We are the generation of knowledge,
and we are learning more than
any that came before us.
So, frown at my typing fingers;
I am using them to grasp power
by the throat.
Try to invalidate us,
but we’ve heard our
parents talking about
the world’s crashing and burning
since we had sprung from the womb.
We know you’ve fucked up,
and we’re angry about it-
the kind of anger that
that I feel in my veins every time
I read the news from my phone
that sticks in my throat like honey
in a debate;
the kind of anger that simmers,
that sharpens teeth into daggers,
that makes this generation more dangerous
than you could have ever imagined.
We are the generation of change,
and goddammit, we’re coming.
Another valuable life skill that school didn’t teach me but tumblr did!
reblogging for keeps
|me:||*doesn't sleep around*|
|me:||*doesn't get knocked up*|
|me:||*stays up passed 1am; maybe goes downstairs to make a sandwich or something*|
|parents:||WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU WHY ARE YOU UP SO LATE DID WE TEACH YOU NOTHING WHERE DID WE GO WRONG YOU'VE WOKEN UP THE WHOLE HOUSE YOU HIDEOUS DEVIL CHILD YOU'RE DESTROYING THIS FAMILY|
something i hate is how in a lot of movies the ugly guy gets the hot chick but when the ugly chick gets the hot guy she has to go through a beautiful transition into a sexy woman first