"You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for."
— Richard Siken
— Richard Siken
As I look back on my life, I realize that every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being re-directed to something better.
Steve Maraboli (via wild-lion)
Wearing a hijab isn’t inherently liberating – but neither is baring one’s breasts. What is liberating is being able to choose either of these things. It’s pretty ludicrous to think that oppression is somehow proportional to how covered or uncovered someone’s body is. Both sides of this argument present a shallow understanding of women’s empowerment, which only drowns out the substantive challenges facing all women – issues that cannot be encapsulated in a debate about a piece of fabric.
Sara Yasin, Is the Hijab Worth Fighting Over?
I hate this idea that people will love you in spite of something. Or find you attractive because they’re “looking past” something. What’s wrong with dating someone who thinks I’m sexy as hell? Not just someone who is looking past my hideousness for the sake of my shining personality.
Fat Girl Posing (via fatgirlposing)
Tumblr on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/60806835/via/fixmepatch