Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.
Growing up, media was very much an influence on my body image. I always thought boys only like skinny girls, and that I was never going to be loved because I will never be skinny.
This is why I’m always so confused and fascinated when boys tell me they don’t actually like skinny girls.
Rape is the only crime on the books for which arguing that the temptation to commit it was too clear and obvious to resist is treated as a defense. For every other crime, we call that a confession.
I’ve gotten more angry asks about this post than I have actual reblogs.