if you think i’m ugly now you should have seen me in 2009
“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is a privilege, a sign of socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and co-sign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can bestow DWYL as career advice upon those covetous of her success.
If we believe that working as a Silicon Valley entrepreneur or a museum publicist or a think-tank acolyte is essential to being true to ourselves, what do we believe about the inner lives and hopes of those who clean hotel rooms and stock shelves at big-box stores? The answer is: nothing.
i just want to feel comfortable with my body
i don’t have to love it
i don’t have to think it’s perfect
i don’t have to think it’s amazing
i just want to be comfortable
that would be okay
that would be more than okay
i’m just so tired of feeling uncomfortable
do you ever roll up your sleeves to wash your hands and one of the sleeves starts slipping down like its attracted to the water and all you can think is “dont you fucking dare”
you know you have hit your lowest point of being low when you start procrastinating your showers