According to my ex-bullies, I leapt off the pages of Where The Wild Things Are when I was younger. I was crazy frog, draping bangs onto my forehead, eyebrows, a mole in lieu of a third eye, and dollops of skin tags. As I developed, I scanned the rest of my being by collecting different modes of overcompensation. I.E., white eyeliner; like for years, guys. I became accustomed to eyes barking for mouths and feeling excluded insofar that I caused an “exclusion contract” to be drafted in second grade. Just girly things!
Since I was deemed weird, my appearance reflected that. Speaking differently or “in funs, not tongues” as I referred to it, made me penetrable. My weight, curves, features, embellishments of creativity in style, were all not hot. Yet growth has persevered in social media. All markers of a Pariah Reynolds before are crowned “looks”. How did this happen and who should I bow down to?
Tis a positive time. We are lauded and celebrated, which is sex! People embrace teeth gaps, thicker eyebrows, dimples, freckles, features that have always made someone beautiful. Expectations in how one should look or dress are lighter. We
can choose uniqueness, charisma, nerve, and talent over fitting in. Thank you Mother Ru! Fuller lips are prized, as mine were titled d**k sucking lips, bootys are plump, and diet culture is more open-minded. Love this about us!
To those who detect pettiness, I am grateful for these times. Acceptance has sprung as a response to forces who created social divides. Leadership in our world directly impacts the facets in which we behave toward each other. I needed support when I created a language called “Bang-guage” to make friends. Vibrance was frowned upon in my experience and created a tunnel of self-vitriol. Teens and tweens should never resonate with that, they need love and belonging. We all do. So if you are unable to find humanity in your world, dole out respect. Be real. Be all of you. Love all around you and dispense that same warmth to your bathroom mirror. Wow, I need therapy.
Since I was deemed weird, my appearance reflected that. Speaking differently or “in funs, not tongues” as I referred to it, made me penetrable. My weight, curves, features, embellishments of creativity in style, were all not hot. Yet growth has persevered in social media. All markers of a Pariah Reynolds before are crowned “looks”. How did this happen and who should I bow down to?
Tis a positive time. We are lauded and celebrated, which is sex! People embrace teeth gaps, thicker eyebrows, dimples, freckles, features that have always made someone beautiful. Expectations in how one should look or dress are lighter. We
can choose uniqueness, charisma, nerve, and talent over fitting in. Thank you Mother Ru! Fuller lips are prized, as mine were titled d**k sucking lips, bootys are plump, and diet culture is more open-minded. Love this about us!
To those who detect pettiness, I am grateful for these times. Acceptance has sprung as a response to forces who created social divides. Leadership in our world directly impacts the facets in which we behave toward each other. I needed support when I created a language called “Bang-guage” to make friends. Vibrance was frowned upon in my experience and created a tunnel of self-vitriol. Teens and tweens should never resonate with that, they need love and belonging. We all do. So if you are unable to find humanity in your world, dole out respect. Be real. Be all of you. Love all around you and dispense that same warmth to your bathroom mirror. Wow, I need therapy.