All loneliness is not a state of lack. Loneliness is not the manifestation of a self-love deficit. I am not failing because I am lonely. I am lonely because I am a human bound to the same desires as most humans: care, companionship, communication, and someone else to wash the damn dishes when I don’t feel like it.
For me, the burden of toxic masculinity finally began to dissipate when I began loving myself radically.
None of us has time or energy to worry about being model thin because we are just trying to get out of bed and on with life. Our major concern is how we’re going to be lifted, use the bathroom, and access transportation. It’s functionally easier if someone is small, and we get praised for it.
Here are three ways, of many, black folks have helped to uplift Asians that we don’t acknowledge or talk about.
“No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.” This is as true for groups as it is for individuals. Anyone seeking to hold you back or down is not your friend. Every individual and every facet of humanity has the right to be heard.
…When do I become queer enough to claim queerness? Is it just a matter of saying it? Is it only true and real once it’s been said? If I don’t “speak it into existence,” am I doing a disservice to myself and to a whole community?
Siempre tendrían que estar teniendo que cuidarme. El cuidado a uno mismo no empieza en el agotamiento. Es una práctica evitarlo. Y cuidarme a mi misma no debería ser en absoluto un incentivo. Es necesario. No puedo evitar escuchar a mi cuerpo cinco días, darle un descanso y cuidarlo por dos, y entonces llamar a eso cuidarme a mi misma. Eso es prepararme para estar quemada antes de los 30.
It was a gift that they never owned themselves. Their legacy — and my inheritance — is the fact that I always think of myself first. And that is revolutionary.
Many of us who are non-black have fallen into thinking that Black history is relevant only to African Americans and school kids. But that’s not true at all…
If the body positivity movement is seeking to truly be a radical movement that changes the way we think about our bodies and ourselves, then we need to truly be radical and deconstruct and shift the ways that we are currently thinking about bodies. We can’t just modify current beauty standards to include apparently able-bodied, fat, cisgender white women and then think our job is done. There is a lot more work to do.
Here are my top ten tips for raising kids who can lift themselves above the fray, and stand grounded in their own sexual self-determination.
For me, BPD is intense and often uncontrollable emotions, feelings that consume my entire being. It is wild and overwhelming mood swings – intense mania and paralyzing depression. It is recurrent suicidal ideation, self-harm and three suicide attempts to date – the most recent being in January of 2015.
DeCentering Whiteness: On Facing the Class Privilege that Exists in Mixed Race Asian Communities & Beyond
In so many ways, the dominant images and stories around mixed race identities in the U.S. revolve around folks who are half white, and/or whose mixed race identity gives them a proximity to whiteness that other mixed race folks and people of color don’t have. And while it’s important to talk about the complexities of being mixed race in a white supremacist society, it’s also important that we don’t default to re-centering whiteness in those conversations.
For the past two years, I have been taking anti-depressants as well as practicing the Alexander Technique. Through this technique, I have learned about a soft gaze and a light awareness. It has been two years of unlearning the habits of zooming in. It has been two years of expanding out, seeing more.
The decision for each airport on a journey is to risk walking to keep my autonomy, my perceived ability, and my normalcy, or to risk that I will reach a point of no return of pain and simply not be able to keep going. I’d like to say I’m immune to all the shade, that it doesn’t weigh into my decision-making. I’m perfectly clear I’m not sexy or cute or someone people would chat up, but I could do without the scowls, the down-the-nose stares, and the odd jealousy that comes off people like a bad scent.