Monday, October 24, 2016
Why I Homeschool
like that of all teens, require. 2. Heard "Good morning, warrior princess!" from a mother who had enjoyed several lovely hours of pleasure, prayer, self-adornment, and feminist exegesis. 3. Enjoyed the freedom to choose an outfit fits her mood and celebrates her passions. Today it was a pair of shorts and her Dean Winchester red flannel shirt, but she often stays in her leopard footie pajamas if it's not a college or gym day. And sometimes changes it up with an elegant muscle and curve skimming dress like the one above, which may or may not display her sexually titillating shoulders and collarbone. 4. Heard this on the way to the bathroom: 5. Engaged in a passionate hour and a half discussion with her professor while feasting on OJ, baked eggs with extra sharp Tillamook, and buttery sourdough toast. 6. Then went online to complete the high school and college coursework preparing her for doctoral work in psychopathology to fulfill her vocation of taking down femicide as a criminal profiler. 7. But called me over first to share her latest Tumblr discovery this: I spent three weeks in a mental hospital and what I discovered there I feel like should be put into words. we are not who you think we are. the boy with tourettes told the funniest jokes the girl who raked her nails up and down her skin could create the most exquisite drawings the girl who abused drugs had the wisest soul the boy with schizophrenia had the biggest heart the girl who tried to kill herself told the boy with insomnia stories to help lure him to sleep the boy who wanted to kill himself had the deepest passion for cooking the girl with slits and scars all over her body dried my tears and told me I was beautiful the boy with anger issues gave the warmest hugs the girl with bulimia told everyone every day that they looked beautiful in their bodies the boy who was a compulsive liar told us that he wanted us all to get better, and that he was for once telling the truth the girl who almost drank herself to death stood up for anyone that felt they were feeling bullied the boy with social anxiety made sure nobody sat alone at meals we are not who you think we are. Or maybe she should sleepily bolt a bowl of cereal with a stressed out mom and race in for a daily dose of boredom and social anxiety triggering, with a heaping scoop of body shame, misogynoir, and rape culture on the side: More.