It was more than two years ago since the first time I saw you. At first I didn’t pay much attention about you. But then I came to know you more, about how shy you are toward other people, about your insecurity, about your selflessness. You was just a girl who stands silently in the corner watching other peoples.
Two year had passed since that time and that girl in the corner that I known back then had grew so much now, become a girl who stands proudly, become someone who puts others before herself.
I wish you the best for everything. Keep working hard for your dream, keep put that sincere smiles, keep that kindness for everyone.
Please always be happy. Please always be healthy.
Happy birthday Matsui Rena :)
I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I made a baby smile. I was wearing this outfit today when I threw my head back and laughed, when I sang in the car with my family, when I filled it with yummy food to keep it healthy.
I was wearing this outfit today to a grocery store when I overheard a woman telling her young daughter who was pointing and laughing that I would get what’s coming to me. I was wearing this outfit today when a woman told a man that it was the wrong kind of attention and that I was asking for someone to get me. I was wearing this outfit today when the same man stared at my body longingly and then agreed with the woman that I was asking for an attack.
I was not wearing this outfit when I was raped. I was wearing a size XXL hoodie and a pair of my mom’s sweatpants, much to the shock of the friend I told after, who asked what she’d been taught to ask: “What were you wearing?”. I feel so terrible for the little girl whose mother was teaching her at the grocery store that she deserved to be assaulted if she dressed comfortably for the weather, which was climbing above 80 degrees, or for an injury, which called for a brace and a boot that doesn’t allow room for long pants, or for her body, because it’s hers and she can put on it what she damn well pleases. I feel terrible for the man who will look me up and down as though I was a 5 for $20 steak deal he might purchase and will immediately after speak to a presumable stranger about the violent fate I deserved. I feel terrible for the woman with fabulous hair who feels she can express herself but refuses to let me do the same.
Summer is coming up. It’s hot outside. I have an injured ankle, and a tight boot and brace to wear on one leg. I will not dress uncomfortably to protect complete strangers who are so offended by an expanse of skin that they console themselves by predicting my next rape.
Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of excused rape. Stop perpetuating slut-shaming and thus perpetuating a culture of insecurity, inherent shame, and body image distortion which can cause an innumerable amount of incredibly dark issues nearly impossible to overcome.
My body is mine, and I love it. It is the house I live in, with which I will someday create a family, with which I run and dance and hold the strong lungs I use to sing. I refuse to be ashamed of it for any reason, especially the reason being that this culture which glorifies sex and punishes those who have it, which encourages being sexy and then preaches that sexy girls ask for attack, has taught its people that my stomach is a sin.
Please think twice this summer before you choose to say anything at all to or about anyone who wears something they choose to wear. Please think twice before you say that a girl deserves to be raped for wearing shorts. Please try and catch yourself when you think things like that. Please be courteous and gentle and loving, and spend your effort tackling real problems. My stomach and legs are not a real problem.
This. Spread this like wild fire.
[G+] Yamamoto Sayaka 2014.06.09 15:34
I’m sorry I’m late.
Yesterday was Oshima-san’s
Thank you very much
to everyone who came!!
The rain stopped
when the concert began,
"Time to see her off eventually came".
The sky darkened
as we singing and dancing
the sadness and joy
As if to against it,
the penlights became brighter than before,
it made a beautiful night view.
Oshima-san was very beautiful,
stood at the center in response to the light,
and the brightness of her smile was dazzling.
But, hers dazzling beauty
brought deep sadness,
it gave me a pain in my chest.
Today’s graduation performance
is really really the last.
Because I also can stand
on the same stage with her,
I’ll try to be able to send her off with a smile.