Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?
i think what people don’t realize is that people in activist spaces don’t actually like being angry all the time
we want to be able to go about our day without constantly being on guard for casual abuse, degradation, and shitty behavior hurled our way
we’re not angry at you because we think you’re unconditionally terrible people
we’re angry because we fully believe that you can do better