"”I was homophobic. So God gave me three gay kids and told me to grow the hell up."
— My friends Mom. (via homoliciouscub)
(via bettychantel)
And for asswipes who wanna know why I’m ~blaming the poor white people~ for motivating me to bleach my skin
I was an insecure teenage girl, you fucking fuck
I had white boyfriends who’d point at pictures of white women— Suicide Girls, Brody Dalle, etc.— and tell me that’s what they wanted me to look like.
I had their fucking white parents get uncomfortable with their sons dating me, asking them how long they planned on being with me, if I put out because “that’s what Latin girls do.” Oh, and even that one guy’s white supremacist dad who would leave the house if I came over, and sent his son to boot camp so he didn’t have to see me.
I had white girlfriends who’d tell me I’d look less skanky, less “J.Lo” if I wasn’t so bronze. They’d tell me the only reason guys wanted to date me was because I was just a fantasy, because I had a big ass. That I looked “wrong” in punk clothes.
If you were me in high school, you’d wanna be white too, asshat. You’d never wanna look back.
FOR REAL ALL OF THIS all of your posts about this have been really really good and really important
the last time I was in my parents’ house I found skin lightening cream on my mom’s dresser and got really sad but I didn’t know what to say to her because I didn’t want to make her feel bad about it but I wanted to make the entire fucking world feel bad about it
(reblogging with fuckdudeskilldudes tags b/c i obvs can’t say it better myself)
(Source: brujacore)
