Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Do not entomb her in a pretty pink tower
and insist that only the degree of her physical appeal
may set her free.
Teach her to fight her way out,
to consume books and spit knowledge
to lesser boys who insist she is just beautiful
and nothing more.

Teach her to love her body
not to manipulate and put a price tag on herself
as a defined worth
she shall be immeasurable
she shall be more than this.

Do not let her break herself down
when the boy in kindergarden hits her
because he likes her.
What are you really teaching her?
Pain and love are not synonymous
neither are pretty and perfection.

Teach her to be kind
to be harsh
to be demure
to be wild
to be sensitive
to be thick-skinned

But good god,

Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

“Why do you cut?”

Cutting is a need. After starting, it’s almost impossible to stop. If you don’t do it, it suffocates you, it drives you insane, and when you finally cut, you feel free, it’s some kind of feeling, that makes you feel like you’re floating, it brings relief. We cry as the blood runs our skin, what is it close to the pain we feel? Cutting is so easy, so good. But it becomes the worst part of you, yes, slowly, you become this. Slowly, you make cuts and more cuts, so, it’s automatic, it becomes a part of your body. What’s so bad about it? It’s that scars fade, and when they do, you feel empty, looks like a part of you is missing. While we’ve got scars, there is a need to know they’re there, we need to look at it everytime. When they’re on your body, even if you want them there, you want them to fade, so you feel “free” again, well, that… that ain’t happening. So you get so fucking confusing, cuz you do them, than you are relieved, you need it there, but you also need them to fade, cuz you wanna try to start over, not to hide your body, but when they fade, it makes you mad and you do it all over again. So, it’s almost unstoppable, it’s a war against yourself.
Stop romanticizing self harm, it isn’t good, it ain’t cute, it’s a sad reality that slowly destroys people inside.