thecopperscales:

garlic-breadgasm:

YOU DON’T OWE YOUR PARENTS ANYTHING

IT WAS THEIR CHOICE TO HAVE, KEEP AND RAISE YOU BUT IT WASN’T YOUR CHOICE TO BE THEIR CHILD

ANY EXPECTATIONS OR IDEALS THEY TRY AND ENFORCE ON YOU ARE BULLSHIT IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH THEM

THEY SHOULD ACCEPT THEIR CHILD AS THEY ARE NOT JUDGE THEM ON A MINOR DETAIL THAT DOESN’T AFFECT THEIR LIFE

DO NOT FEEL BAD IF YOU AREN’T THE PERFECT CHILD YOUR PARENTS THINK YOU SHOULD BE

Someone should’ve told me this years ago, before my breakdown happened, before my inability to do anything true to my beliefs happened, before I kept telling myself that I was never good enough and that I should die. Someone should’ve reassured me that I wasn’t a bad person for thinking differently than my parents. 

My parents shouldn’t have been that hard on me, comparing me to other people’s kids, comparing my actions to others’ actions. 

I don’t think they fully approve of my wanting to become a fully-fledged writer and my dedicating a lot of time to writing, character and world creation, as well as reading. Because it’s not making me money and it’s not giving me the requisite job experience “everyone else has”. 

Well, it’s not my problem every employer has issues with me living 25 km from my hometown (because moving to a different city - in my case moving back - is apparently not doable these days). But I digress.

I feel like I owe my parents everything, even now, especially now at 25, which is downright pathetic. Can’t help thinking I’m letting them down on every step and that my choice of career will make them unhappy.

It’s supposed to make ME happy but, as I’ve said “someone should’ve told me this years ago”.

Some of us might owe them gratitude. Some of us might owe them respect. But they owe us the freedom to be separate people from them. Parents like to believe that they’re in a union with us, and maybe in some ways they are (like spiritually or loyally), but we are not one person with two or more bodies. We are physically and mentally separate beings and our happiness is worth any decision we make that they might disagree with.

If our parents truly want our happiness, then let’s focus on owing them that. Let’s make ourselves the happiest we can be and show them when we get there, or every time we get there. I can’t imagine what else a loving parent could ever need to see.

garlic-breadgasm:

YOU DON’T OWE YOUR PARENTS ANYTHING

IT WAS THEIR CHOICE TO HAVE, KEEP AND RAISE YOU BUT IT WASN’T YOUR CHOICE TO BE THEIR CHILD

ANY EXPECTATIONS OR IDEALS THEY TRY AND ENFORCE ON YOU ARE BULLSHIT IF YOU DO NOT AGREE WITH THEM

THEY SHOULD ACCEPT THEIR CHILD AS THEY ARE NOT JUDGE THEM ON A MINOR DETAIL THAT DOESN’T AFFECT THEIR LIFE

DO NOT FEEL BAD IF YOU AREN’T THE PERFECT CHILD YOUR PARENTS THINK YOU SHOULD BE

grrlyman:

This is so amazing and so necessary.

daintylolihime:

don’t insult your kids, it’s damaging and ruins their self esteem

don’t insult your kids, it’s damaging and ruins their self esteem

don’t insult your kids, it’s damaging and ruins their self esteem and makes you a shitty person

teenagesophiebennett:

you know parents make such a big deal about explaining homosexuality to their children but when I was a kid I watched a show where one of the villains was a satanic cross-dressing lobster and never once questioned it

loudserenity:

Just went into my room to cut and I open my box where I keep my blades and this is what I found

Parenting; you’re doing it right. 

Amazing.

girlsbebeautiful:

so my sister showed me this today thought it’d be a good thing to share on tumblr:

A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stamp on it and really mess it up but do not rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty is was. She then told them to tell it they’re sorry. Now even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bully’s another child, they may say they’re sorry but the scars are there forever. The looks on the faces of the children in the classroom told her the message hit home. Pass it on or better yet, if you’re a parent or a teacher, do it with your child/children.

jacoblasher:

queermosexuallama:

apaintedship:

• Bodies are hairy. No matter the gender, your face will have hair and that is more than okay.
• Your butthole is going to have some hair too. And maybe your nipples. And your tummy. And where ever else.
• Stretch marks. Those are a thing. Everyone gets ‘em. If you don’t, you probably don’t have skin.
• Vaginas smell. Every vagina has a scent. Don’t worry about it! (Unless something seems wrong, then go get it checked out! No need to feel embarrassed or ashamed.)
• Vaginas come in all different shapes, sizes, colors, flavors. All are beautiful.
• Penises come in all different shapes, sizes, colors, flavors. All are beautiful.
• You don’t need to shave anything if you don’t want to. It’s tooootally not mandatory. 
• Sometimes people get butt acne. 
• You can have a vagina and want short hair and think dresses are just the worst.
• You can have a penis and want long hair and think dresses are just the best. 
• You can wear whatever you want and style your hair however you want.
• You can even think whatever the hell you want.
• People might tell you that you are a girl because you have a vagina. People might tell you that you are a boy because you have a penis. People will tell you what your gender is. But in reality, you don’t have to be that gender. You don’t have to be either of those genders. 
• You are what you are and it’s just the worst thing if you try and hide that.

Always reblog

If and when I become a father I’ll make damn sure to let my kids know all of that often.

best thing i read on tumblr.

chekhov:

I have a tab open of a picture of Harriett Tubman that I switch to whenever my parents walk in and think I’m doing homework.

I think I’ve been doing it since fifth grade idk why they haven’t caught on I just stare intently at the picture until they leave.