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This is an old family picture.
My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.
I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.
I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.And that… That was just the last straw.
I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.This is no life.
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Today at work, I wore this pretty form-fitting outfit because well… because I can. And a woman, probably in her mid to late 30s asks me… “Can I ask you a question without purposely trying to offend you?” Of course I said she could and then she asks me… “Do you feel comfortable in what you’re wearing?” and I kind of confusedly answered that I did feel comfortable in what I was wearing. She then asked “Even though it’s extremely… form-fitting?” And I said “Especially because it’s form fitting.” She then told me that she thought I looked beautiful but asked how I was so comfortable, as a full-figured woman, wearing something tight. And I simply answered “Because I love my body. I love my shape. I love who I am. It took me a long time to be okay with what kind of body I have but now I love it and if I choose to change it, I can. If I don’t choose to, then I won’t. Sure, I have things I don’t like about myself but overall I can’t say I’m disappointed in the way I look or feel in the clothes I choose to wear.”
She then called me her “She-Hero” and bought an outfit just like the one I was wearing.
This is why I love my job.
THAT WAS NOT THE ENDING I WAS EXPECTING A+
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