hi, this is connie and this is my new blog where i’m gonna do more… blogging, i guess. rather than reblogging. or at least that’s my aim. i’m not very good at having a voice and that’s something i want to work on, so i am making this space specifically to focus on that. that means i’ll probably be making a lot of personal text posts, so if you’re not into that you don’t have to follow! i won’t be offended at all. this is just a psa and official first post. thanks for reading!
Ableism is also the way people diminish the impact an illness or disadvantage has on someone’s life. Whether that means making jokes, appropriating language used when talking about it (looking at u, otherkin talking about phantom limbs), or treating it as a cute quirk rather than a serious issue.
you see they say these things but then don’t actually give me an example of how i’m doing any of these things they’re just like yOU’RE USING IT AS A CUTE QUIRK ok then explain …NO YOU.. YOU’RE USING IT……YOU’RE USING OUR WORD
like anyone is sitting at home like hot damn there’s a tumblr user called tourettes that means that tourettes isn’t a real disease anymore guess i was wrong all these years
yeah see i just can’t think of WHY anyone would have the url “tourettes” if they didn’t have it UNLESS they were trying to be “”“”cool”“”” and “”“”“”edgy”“”“”“ like wow look guys my url is tourettes lol how about that. it’s that thing where people yell curse words randomly lol isn’t that so funny. now you get to laugh at tourettes every time you see me post something.
Stand naked in front of a mirror for a long time, under unflattering light if possible. Trace the rises and falls of the little ripples on your skin — the scars, the dimples, the cellulite — and think about how much you try to hide these things in your day-to-day. Wonder why you hate them so much, and if this hate stems from somewhere within yourself, or as a result of being told all your life that it’s wrong to have physical flaws. Wonder what you would think of your body if you never looked at a magazine, if you never thought about celebrities and models, if you never had to wonder where someone would rate you on a scale of 10. Look at yourself until the initial recoil softens, and you can consider your features in a more forgiving frame of mind.
Listen to the music which makes you want to both sob and dance with uninhibited joy, and allow yourself to repeat any song you want as many times as your heart desires. Think of the person you are when you have your favorite song in your headphones and are walking down a street you feel you own completely, swaying your hips and smiling for no good reason — remember how many things you love about yourself during those moments, how much you are willing to forgive in yourself, how confident you are for no good reason. Try to think of confidence as a gift you give yourself when you need it, instead of something you have to siphon from every unreliable source in your life. Dance because the music makes you remember how much you love yourself, not because it allows you to forget the fact that you don’t.
Write a list of all the things you like about yourself, even if you think it’s a self-indulgent and narcissistic activity. Start as early as you like in your life — put down that time you won a trophy playing little league soccer when you were eight and then got an extra-large shake at the DQ on the way home, and don’t feel silly for remembering it. Try to understand how many sources in your life happiness can come from, how many things you could be proud of if you chose to. Ask yourself why you so tightly limit the things you take pride in, why you set your own hurdles for happiness and fulfillment so much higher than you do with anyone else in your life. Let your list go on for pages and pages if you want it to.
Touch and care for yourself with the attention and the patience that you would someone you loved more than life itself. Rub lotion in small circles on your elbows and hands when it is cold and your skin is dry and cracked. Make soup for yourself when your nose is running and curl up, with your favorite movie, in a pile of expertly-stacked pillows. Light a few candles and let their glow flicker against your body. Admire how gentle they are, how delicately their warmth touches you — wonder why you don’t let yourself do the same. Soak your feet in warm water at the end of a long day, until they have forgiven you for walking on them for so long without so much as a “thank you.” Listen to your body when it aches to be touched, and don’t be afraid to give it every orgasm that you may have been too ashamed to ask for in someone else’s bed.
Be patient with yourself, and don’t worry if a switch doesn’t flip in you which abruptly takes you from “crippling self-doubt” to “uncompromising self-love.” Allow yourself all the trepidation and clumsy, uneven infatuation that you would with a promising stranger. Try only to be kinder, to be softer, and to remember all of the things within you which are worth loving. Listen to the voice in the back of your head which tells you, as much out of sadness as anger, “You are ugly. You are stupid. You are boring.” Give it the fleeting moment of attention it so craves, and then remind it, “Even if that were true, I’d still be worth loving.”