I'm Not Ok // Sad Quotes

Thoughts of a Simple

Hey I know this segment doesn't belong to Suicide Quotes, it is from another story of mine, Thoughts of a Simple, I just felt you'd find it encouraging and entertaining if some of your insecurities are about meeting someone else's expectations, please enjoy and make sure to follow me and add both stories to your library if you liked the chapter:

I am different from my family in many ways, I'm an artist born in a world of scientists and politicians and a single grey cloud in the bottomless sky full of stars.

Also I'm not what you'd call feminine.

Okay, I know what you're probably thinking, (more like what I'm thinking, since this is sort of my private diary: thoughts of a simple"

*OMG is you trans? Gay? Born in the wrong body? androgynous?

I'm neither of them, not being feminine does not make me less of a woman, and the way I dress does not define who I am, nor my sexual orientation, I'm just me :)

So here's the thing, I love pixie cuts! I think they are so cute and I'd been thinking of getting one since January, everything was great until I told my parents. "What? Are you crazy you'd look like a boy!" said my dad, "That haircut is so unfeminine and you are a woman!" said my mother.

Um, excuse me but why do we relate short hair with men and long hair with women??? I think we are free to decide AT LEAST our hair length. Also what with femininity? I just don't get the whole femininity thing. It's not like I'll go to a girl's bathroom in the subway and get the access denied because "Excuse me, but you have a boy haircut and you dress without femininity so you clearly aren't a woman"

Did that sound absurd? Well it is, not being what society expects me to be does not make me any less of a woman. The same with men, if you aren't super muscular and tuff and like to watch The Notebook and tear up every time you watch it it's ok, that does not make you less of a man either.

It's just who I am, for some unknown reason I just never felt comfortable wearing high heels, a shit ton of makeup and waking up 2 hours before school to get my hair done for the sake of others; I never felt the need to meet other boys' and girls' expectations. I never felt the need to feel insecure about being too fat or too skinny for anyone to like me, I just don't feel the need to be adored by people who think a hot body and a cute face is everything in life. I am who I am, and that's ok

This is my personal story about how I fell, therefore every detail is real, if you felt touched with this chapter feel free to tell your personal story about acceptance and breaking stereotypes, I'd feel happy if you'd be kind to notify me if you'd like to share with me your story.

Make sure to follow me and this story if you liked this, also please comment your thoughts on this chapter, it would mean the world to me.

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