My mother told me that I wouldn’t get a job or be happy if I didn’t fit into society’s idea of an acceptable woman. I WILL NOT CONFORM! I WILL FIGHT FOR EQUALITY UNTIL THE DAY I DIE!
How come I look at her and think beautiful and I look at myself and think not good enough?
I was told similar from my mother, and she couldn’t see why those words were so hurtful.
Here’s to fighting for understanding!
Elizabeth - you are beautiful, you know that? I fucking love the way you look. And you rock it. Your hair, your makeup, your clothes… you’re badass, and you’re gorgeous. Yeah, you’re also fat. I’m not exactly svelte myself. But you’re gorgeous and I hope you can remember that.