reminder that it’s okay to still feel bad sometimes even if you’re doing “better.” it’s okay to feel out of control when things are going “right.” and it’s okay to still seek support even if it doesn’t look like you “need” it.
sometimes plushies make me cry because it’s like. they’re little guys made to be loved. their only purpose is to be held and hugged and loved. we made them because we love making things and we love loving things. and they’re so cute
i really hate coming out but still want my extended family to know, so my mother took it upon herself to invent the game “guess which one of my kids is gay.”
the rules are simple.
sit down with uncle so-and-so
he says something about gay people in passing
my mom says “there’s a gay person at this table right now. guess which of my kids it is!
he looks frantically between the three of us trying to figure out if she’s joking or not and trying desperately not to offend anyone but also she won’t continue with the conversation unless he makes a guess so he has to make a guess
“Stay afraid but do it anyway. What’s important is the action. You don’t have to wait to be confident. Just do it and eventually the confidence will follow.”
It's time to quit the "no one can love you unless you love yourself" bullshit. We are social animals. We need to be shown healthy love to internalize it. Even self love is a group effort and that's not wrong.