Excessive sweating is cute.
Dry mouth is cute.
Physically shaking is cute.
Blacking out is cute.
Nausea is cute.
Heart palpitations are cute.
Chest pain is cute.
Shallow breathing is cute.
Hot flushes are cute.
Forgetting how to talk is cute.
Humiliating yourself is cute.
It’s not adorable little shy giggly girls with pretty skirts & flowers in their hair.
please reblog this
Did you know that I haven’t had peanut butter in a decade because she has an allergy? I mean, it wasn’t all bad. She was the only person I could watch Dance Moms marathons with because she only talks through commercials. And every year for my birthday she does these little scavenger hunts. Oh, and last year when my gam-gam died, she was the only person who could make me laugh.
My whole life it was never about having control. Shit would just come out with my face on it, and that was it. So now nothing can have my face on it, my name on it, that isn’t dope — that isn’t a part of the movement.
This sums up my relationship with most people I know.
One of the BEST ad campaigns about representation I have seen.
Everyone has a backbone. Use yours.
I can’t possibly love this enough