Would You Still Love And Respect Me If I Destroy My Body? Would You Still Love And Respect Me If I Didn't

Do you consider yourself anti-capitalistic?

Ask yourself this- are you only *politically* anti-capitalistic, or do you practice the ideology you preach in your daily life?

If you:

⭐ Believe that people who stay at home without working are lazy, privileged brats

⭐ Believe that your child's "pocket money" is never actually theirs, and that they can never truly "own" something as long as they're not an earning member who contributes to society

⭐ Believe people who are unhealthy (because of circumstances or life choices or for whatever reason) and/or disabled people are in any way at all a burden to their family (if you believe you yourself are a burden to your family because you're hurt or ill or disabled in any way and need care from another person to do basic, or even non-basic tasks then it means you have internalized that rhetoric)

⭐ Believe people who cannot handle competition or the hardcore "hustle" lifestyle that is demanded of many: who cannot handle the "just keep pushing"/"what doesn't kill you makes you stronger"/"keep climbing and never stop", and develop mental illnesses, experience burnout or emotional breakdowns, or even attempt (or die of) suicide are weak

⭐ Believe those who quit or take breaks because of chronic mental illnesses or disorders, or even mental health issues not related to illnesses, are not cut out for the real world, are lazy or flaky...

...then please realize that no matter how leftist or liberal you consider yourself to be when it comes to political ideologies, you are not that. Maybe it's because you've internalized messages that our hustle culture is spreading, maybe you've been parented in a way that taught you all this (the above) means weakness, maybe you've overcome your trauma and obstacles by yourself and seeing other people not being able to do so triggers something in you and makes you feel indignant; but whatever the reason may be, there is still so much more for you to unlearn, so much more compassion for you to learn to truly call yourself anti-capitalistic. Many a time, political ideologies or social justice movements are more than just ideologies or movements, they're a mentality, a way of life.

Can someone please send me resources or links or anything at all to send it to people to prove that we should stop using "narcissistic abuse" as a term?????

I've been wearing sleeveless and revealing clothes recently cause my self confidence/body confidence is at an all time high, and I noticed something...

Rupa aunty (our warden) has started treating me differently, after she saw me wear revealing/"provacative" clothes outside; there was this girl who was super friendly - she's in the opposite room on our floor - and would smile at me, but once I showed off my boob tattoo to a few other friends of mine, when she was around, she started acting more cold towards me; a few days ago, I went out with Anushka and Traidha, and I was asking auto Chetans if they'd go (I was wearing a tight camisole, but a plaid shirt over it tho) - the first TWO people I asked looked me up and down, gave me really nasty looks and told me quite rudely that they don't know the way and they can't go.

Plus, I've had to face slut shaming - kind of slut shaming - from my family too, so yeah.

And I'm not letting it affect me or anything, I swear, I was just noticing all that and I never realised how such a small thing could change the attitude of people so fast.

I hate it when people do nice things for me on my birthday because I know that I don't deserve any of it and I'm a horrible person and I'm an imposter and I deserve only bad things but then that hurts too, but this hurts also

SPOILER FOR FLEABAG

Fleabag and Boo were not in love. They were not romantically attracted to each other. They had a strong, beautiful friendship which transcended amatonormativity. Their love was so deep and so meaningful that people who're limited by the belief that only romantic love can be so, cannot comprehend how friends can love each other so purely and deeply.

This is what our amatonormative culture is doing - it's robbing us of the ability to appreciate real friendship, one which isn't beneath romantic relationships, one which isn't placed on the bottom of a relationship hierarchy, one where best friends talk to each other, and treat each other as if they're lovers; because they are, they are lovers in the sense that they have unconditional love for each other, they are lovers in the sense that they started a café together and stayed together to run it, they are lovers in the sense that Boo was Fleabag's emotional anchor when her mother passed away, instead of her boyfriend. They are lovers in every sense, except for the romantic one.

Another thing I absolutely love about Fleabag - the show - is the fact that Fleabag's life didn't revolve around finding romance. She had fulfilling relationships with her best friend, her best friend's hamster, her sister, a practical stranger who saved her life and a priest who picked God.

She never made the priest feel bad for not picking her, never pressurised him to reciprocate her 'I love you', never slighted his relationship with God despite her being an atheist.

She was such a wholesome character and I fell in love with her in all the ways a person can fall in love with another person. I am so frigging heartbroken that I'll never get to experience the rest of her life, but I am also so frigging content with how the show ended. It was absolutely beautiful.

told my mom my therapist said she's getting more solid proof to confirm ADHD and my grandma mentioned that a cousin had ADHD didn't he, and I said he has ADD - she asked what that is, I said attention deficit and my mom made a joke saying oh you need more attention, not getting enough attention - and I snapped at her and slammed my tea cup down on the table and yelled about how I've told her that I don't like jokes like that and why she can't seem to understand that and then stormed off, and she felt Sad I know and she was alll like it's a joke, can't I make a joke now and my grandma was like isn't there freedom of speech now and they're both upset with me I think (but in my defense I've told them MULTIPLE times how I hate jokes like that) - still can't help feeling embarrassed a bit tho

thoughts i had/have as a person with BPD that I need to let out or might drown me with guilt and shame:

I want to break up with my best friends because they both have romantic partners now; and they don't like my write-up posts anymore and they don't interact with my insta anymore. Because i feel like something has changed between us after the last time i broke up with them when I was drunk and having a breakdown

I want to cut out a friend of mine who hasn't spoken to me in a long while, even to my happy birthday message on her birthday; but i see that she hangs out with others because a mutual friend posts pictures of them having out and clubbing together

I feel chronic loneliness and i hate everybody.

I want to die because i want to break up with everyone and that's not possible without death.

there's this theory that Haz is trans/nonbinary and I am so fucking glad that I'm not the only one who thought of that!!!

the way i would give up my life and my soul and my entire being for Samira Wiley should be a little concerning-

cishets™ : why do you have to make everything gay

me : we don't make everything gay, y'all made everything straight when you decided to close your eyes to how queer history actually was, and enforce heteronormativity and cissexism to such an extent that pointing out how un-cishet things actually were seems to you as if we're making everything gay, when in fact things were always already pretty much gay and you were just too bigoted to see it