< So I would like to tell everyone out there that they are beautiful.
My followers may have noticed that I’ve been reblogging a lot of cancer -related things. Cancer actually runs in my family. A lot of people I love have had cancer. I don’t know what it’s like to have cancer, but I know what it’s like to watch someone deteriorate until they are skin and bones, bald, and tired. It’s hard, ya know? To watch someone you love lose all of their hair. My grandma refused to eat, and when she did, she threw everything back up. I would be there, rubbing her back and holding a glass of water for her while she threw up. I cried myself every night to sleep, wondering if she would still be there when I woke up in the morning. She lost so much weight and she looked so skinny. It was scary to see her. The color in her skin was gone, and she looked absolutely sick. Of course, she was sick. Not just from the cancer, but from the chemo and radiation. This is one reason why I’m so sensitive when it comes to cancer. I have been in a cancer support group ever since I was little, and each year, I get more involved in it. I love going around and talking to all the nice people there. Everyone there knows me as the beautiful, smiling girl that walks around hugging everyone, kissing their cheeks, and telling them that they are beautiful. I’ll always be here if anyone needs someone to talk to. Also, if you have a story about cancer and would like to share, send it in a message to my ask. It can be anon or not.
Another thing that I don’t like at all is bullying. I know what it’s like to be bullied. I’m bullied at least once a day, every day. It hurts. You know that old saying “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me?” That’s definitely not true. Words do hurt, a lot. I’ve been called every name in the book from fag to bitch to even slut. People make assumptions of who I am when they don’t know me at all. Just yesterday, the son of a lady my mommy used to work with killed himself with a gun. He was only 15. It breaks my heart to see people go this way, just because they were bullied. So knock it off. You never know what just one little “harmless” word can do to someone. Want to talk? I’ll listen.
Mental disorders awareness. ADHD, depression, OCD, anxiety, DID, bipolar disorder, autism…. A lot of people would laugh and say that they aren’t real when they are. Mental disorders are not a joke at all. They hurt. They can ruin your life and tear relationships apart. They can destroy you and everyone else. Say you are so depressed that you can’t get out of bed. Say you don’t eat for days? Say that you can’t leave the house because of your crippling anxiety? What if you can’t focus enough to learn anything? Or you break open your skin from washing your hands so much? The point is: don’t laugh at people with mental disorders, because you wouldn’t want people laughing if it was you suffering.
But yeah, the point is that I love everyone. Everyone deserved to be loved. Religion, sexuality, gender, weight, height, color, medical conditions, and magical ability, etc.. shouldn’t matter. You should accept everyone.
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Posted on November/17/2011
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Rissalynnie
My name's Marissa
Vegetarian
Pacifist
American
Sophomore
Procrastinator
Socially awkward
I play the flute
Unattractive
I love and accept everyone. Seriously. Everyone. Age, religion, gender, sexuality, magical abilities, height, weight, etc.. don't matter to me.
Have a problem? Talk to me; I'll listen.
I'm bad with names.
I love hugs. :3
Science nerd.
I'm against bullying.
I love people. Everyone, actually. I don't hate or dislike anyone.
Talk to me <3
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