Save your advice for yourself. Please.
Telling a depressed person to “shake it off” is not an effective way to treat the illness.
Call me picky, but I know what I like.
Why should I apologize for my size?
It’s not just sexist, it’s stupid.
Please stop spraying me with your bacteria.
Let’s stop acting like pain is a game that someone can win at.
My name is Elizabeth, and I’m mentally ill.
If a friend or family member needed me for something – anything – I always said yes. Until my mental health said no, for me.
Don’t worry, there’s plenty of other words you can use.
I’m a living, breathing, feeling woman. Not a robot.
Don’t tell me my dress looks good on me between the hours of nine to five.
Because my worth as a woman shouldn’t be based on what I do with my womb.
I have a pranic healer.
Bad parenting has led to a member of society to think she’s above the rest of us.