Solidarity with survivors of multiple traumas.
Solidarity with unstable survivors.
Solidarity with survivors of multiple kinds of abuse, over long periods of time.
Solidarity with survivors with complex narratives.
Solidarity with quiet survivors.
Solidarity with survivors who can’t find their voice, survivors who can’t express themselves well or at all or in the ways that make other comfortable.
Solidarity with ‘bad’ survivors, survivors who can’t set an example.
Oh man, cosmetic surgery, right!?? Those people are so embarrassing. All consensually altering their bodies in an effort to feel beautiful and emotionally fortified after spending a lifetime in a grueling culture that hammers into them the message that physical perfection is all that matters and human worth has an expiration date and they must strive to emulate youth at all cost or else perish hollow and alone and shit. WHATTA BUNCHA BIMBOS.
Ugh, and check out that one over there, whose surgery maybe didn’t go so well, or who couldn’t afford a high-end Bev Hills doctor, or whose body dysmorphia has led them to pursue surgery after surgery until they have to wear their mental illness/emotional dysfunction permanently on their face for all to see, like a mask, or, more accurately, like the absence of one. Hey, lady, quit being such a dill-hole and HIDE IT DEEP INSIDE LIKE THE REST OF US.