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“In loving him, I saw a cigarette between the fingers of a hand, smoke blowing backwards into the room and sputtering planes diving low through the clouds. In loving him, I saw men encouraging each other to lay down their arms. In loving him, I saw small-town laborers creating excavations that other men spend their lives trying to fill. In loving him, I saw moving films of stone buildings; I saw a hand in prison dragging snow in from the sill. In loving him, I saw great houses being erected that would soon slide into the waiting and stirring seas. I saw him freeing me from the silences of the interior life.” 

― David Wojnarowicz, Close to the Knives: A Memoir of Disintegration

Wojnarowicz’s journals have been digitized by the Fales Library at NYU. They, like he, are things of beauty.

Because I took issue with this. Here’s to the women who:

To the women who have to slave away at taming their tresses every morning, because a woman deserves to feel beautiful, whether that comes organically or not. Who choose to eat a salad because it’s delicious and health conscious. Here’s to the women who refrain from make-up shaming. Who love getting dolled up because, you know what? It can be fun. Who don’t get all the guys because well, maybe they’re interested in girls. Who can admit to themselves that societal pressure feels and is real. Who love wearing heels because they can make a woman feel sexy, feminine, and empowered. Who are afraid to break a nail because, really – what is wrong with that? Who do get their way when they want it enough to work for it. Who do need someone to tell them that they’re beautiful, because affirmation is real and understood and sometimes, so direly needed.

Here’s to the women who feel comfortable in their own bodies, whether that feeling comes after rolling out of bed or standing in front of the mirror for two hours. Here’s to the women who refuse to shame other women based on how thick her concealer is, or how many sexual partners she’s had. 

Here’s to all the women who choose not to contribute to this oppressive social structure that we, as women, have fatally established for each other, as women. 

Because how can we, as women, fight patriarchy when we are culprits too, contributing to this oppressive structure without man’s help?

(Source: heyitselfie, via momomonique)

Jake and I were enjoying the blossoms. I don’t know why mu face looks like that though.

My friend Cece.