I am not Mike Brown. I am white. I am middle class. I am female. I am small. I am not considered a threat. When police see me they see someone who looks like them. They see their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, themselves. I am not at risk of being shot by police for existing while black. I am not at risk of being shot while unarmed. I am not at risk of being shot while armed with nothing more than a BB gun. I am not at risk of being shot for reaching for my wallet. I am privileged.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged.

: I am not Mike Brown.  (via fitle-tight)

I hate these articles that condemn the wearing of makeup, saying how guys don’t even like it, and that women only wear it for guys’ attention anyway. Like they say that teenagers only wear makeup to feel grown up. And all over they say it’s for boys. Because women are insecure. And we need to feel beautiful.
You know why I wear makeup? Because I feel goddam hot when I wear it. I feel good. Me. I love makeup. I treat it like an art, something I can use to enhance instead of hide. I don’t need it to feel beautiful. I just like it. And not one bit of it is for attention from boys. Or to play grown-up. I do it for me. So fuck off.