Omg I’m So Excited. So Like YEARS Ago I As An 11/12 Year Old Came Across This Art And I Screenshotted

A women leans into the mirror on an antique piano and applies lipstick.

So I live in the deep south and wasn’t allowed to start dating until I was a Legal Adult which is cool and all but didn’t prepare me for everyone to suddenly start talking about how much sex I’m apparently having? I make dirty jokes with the rest of them and that’s not the issue, it’s the serious lack of distrust amongst whole adults with their own lives that some chick might be having sex. Or even like a heavy make out session? Idk it’s so strange. Like I personally am straight edge and thus not into casual sex but I am into bodily autonomy and making independent choices. So there’s the issue is that nobody believes I’m going to abstain from sex and substances but then there’s also the issue that whole grown people casually discuss what I’m doing with my genitalia? And I was talking to my therapist abt this and she was like “so tell them. Say that that’s inappropriate and it makes you uncomfortable. Tell them.” Which had literally never occurred to me. But has anybody else felt this? Where suddenly one person is interested in you and you choose them to also be interested in (dating) and then suddenly everyone else seems to think it’s ok for them to also be weirdly interested in you? Maybe that was confusing. Like for example my boyfriend likes my waist and I like that he likes my waist and now EVERYONE is commenting on my waist and how he probably likes it *eyebrow wiggle* And that’s a tame example. People say shit to me all the time about how we were probably all loved up in the woods or ask how he fucks me since he’s tall. WHAT THE HELL?!?!?! Why is this ok? Why is it ok to tell a girl she was having sex in the shadows and not believe her when she says you’re wrong??? Why is it ok to discuss my sex life at all??

Sometimes I’ll be walking through my everyday life and remember the way your hand felt brushing the small of my waist and that’ll remind me how your voice sounds in the morning and how you grind your teeth at night and how your laugh is my favorite and how your thoughts come out a little at a time like nobody has ever told you that what happens in your head is the most important thing in the whole fucking world to them and I’ll start counting the seconds until I see you again because I want to remind you that I love you wholly and completely.

He’s 12, and he used to ignore your existence. You were just his brother’s girlfriend. Now y’all are laughing at his sister while you try to pawn your ice cream off on somebody and telling stories about being a kid and it’s just so perfectly sweet.

A blonde toddler, covered in dirt, snuggled into me while I read to him and he slowly drifted off and said “I love you” all sleepy and kissed my cheek and I held him tight and wondered why they never told me happiness is so ordinary.

He rarely swears but when he started laughing and said “because you bought a fucking plane ticket my love.”

His thumb making circles on the inside of her palm