hey it’s me we’ve got hat hair and a dirty mirror but we also have PROGRESS 💪
Protect weird girls. Ya know…. the ones that used to make up intricate games on the playground about ghosts and saving the world. The ones that used to have a whole BOX of fucking rolly pollies and worms. Those girls that used to have mason jars FULL of fucking god knows WHAT on their mother’s back porch. Protect… girls. Girls that daydream too much. Girls that could go out to Walmart dressed in cow girl boots, and a faux fur coat. Girls that invent whole other worlds in their heads. Girls that love too much. Girls that don’t love quite enough. Girls that don’t look, or sound the way society expects them to. Loud girls. Quiet girls. Angry girls. Sad girls. Support girls being themselves, and being unapologetic about it. The ones that get labeled “weird” for simply existing and being brave enough to not dim themselves down, just because society tells them, too. The girls that never lost their magic once they grew up. Support weird girls.
It’s been hard for me to be in my body lately. It keeps feeling like I don’t know what I’m capable of, which makes me feel strange and alien and displaced.
Today my love told me to do some flexing, and she took these photos. She told me that she wanted me to see myself the way she sees me. I’ve never felt so loved and cared for and understood in my whole life.
made a tiny picture book for class. i wanted to challenge the idea that girls loving other girls is somehow adult/inappropriate