I have been told my whole lifetime that the way I live in my body is wrong. I can’t be fat and sexy. Can’t be cute if my thighs aren’t twigs and my hair isn’t blonde straw. Can’t be pretty as a nine-year-old if I’m a child of factory workers, shopping only at Value Village. Can’t be genderqueer and queersexual if I wanna wear dresses. Can’t be of color and like that haircut. Can’t walk down the street feelin’ good in short shorts without being treated like a piece of meat and being made to feel unsafe in my own neighborhood. Can’t live in my body the way I want to.
—Shanay Venicia. (via theredtree)