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How does racism against white people not exist?

mellomaia:

misandry-mermaid:

Personal discrimination against white people exists.  But racism is systemic and white supremacy makes for a skewed power imbalance in which white people do not face institutionalized oppression based on their race.

Whenever I see a question like this on the Internet, I tend to see the “racism is systemic” explanation go over people’s heads. I would like to offer an extension of this explanation. I, like many people, was taught in school that racism is either believing your own race to be superior or hating individuals of other races. Using these definitions and not considering historical (or present) context, one can certainly argue that racism goes both ways. 

However, context is everything, so let’s consider it. It is true that more and more people have friendships or otherwise positive relationships with people of different races. For this reason, I think that, when many white people hear someone accuse their actions as being racist, they think, “That’s ridiculous, how can I hate my friends?” Further, compared to earlier times, it is becoming rarer for people to publicly announce that they hate someone of a particular race or that they think their own race is superior. If you were to consider this and only this, you might come to the conclusion that there’s no more racism or that it’s on its way out. 

But if there’s no racism, why are people with whose names imply that they are white (e.g. Steve Jones) more likely to be called back for job interviews than people whose names imply that they are POC (e.g. Tahani Tompkins), even when they have similar credentials? x x

Why are white people less likely to see films where the majority of the cast consists of black people or other POC? x

Why are all-white juries more likely to convict black defendants to jail time than to convict white defendants, even when they’ve committed similar crimes? x

Why are black people twice as likely as white people to be born prematurely or with a low birthrate, even when controlling for education and socioeconomic class? x

Why are any of the phenomena described in these charts taking place? x

These are just a few examples of modern-day racism. If racism against white people existed, that would mean that people of color would have sufficient control of institutions like the media, the school and university systems, the medical systems, and the government to oppress white people. We do not have that power. White people do. Even if they truly don’t hate or see themselves as superior to POCs, white people as a group have benefits that POCs as a group do not have. 

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Trigger warning: self-esteem, self-depreciation
After some encouragement and reading countless stories on this blog, I have felt a little more and more motivated to write down my account, for anyone like me who needs a little push, or a little encouragement to tell themselves that they are beautiful. I am so thankful that I have taken my first baby steps toward loving myself after all these years, and this is my first pebble I’d like to toss, to get the ripple effect going, one which says this: I am beautiful, and proud to be me.
I will begin by saying this: I have been diagnosed with a few things out of my control, but not necessarily things that define me or my attitude. There are things I haven’t been diagnosed for, things I will come to accept or change about myself, once I come to terms with whether or not it’s a part of me that’s good for me.
I was diagnosed first with a blood disorder, then bipolar II, then I made the biggest step forward in my life that has changed my life for so many good reasons: I told the truth about myself. I am a transgender guy. I was born with a female body, with everything else about me screaming YOU ARE MALE.
For years I thought the major part of my depression stemmed from my poor body esteem. For years I tried to cope and find me.
My poor body image, however, came long before I came out. I had been a few pounds underweight for a good portion of my life, but I still hated the small stomach I had. I never wore flattering clothes, and always tried to hide my body.
I thought surgery would change this, as though eliminating the parts of me I was unhappy about would suddenly bring about a miraculous era of love for myself. Instead I was greeted with the side effects of medication and surgery: keloids and weight gain. The perfect chest I’d always dreamed of came with drawbacks, the scars will never heal and they caused 18 months of physical pain before I could finally afford help in terms of dermatology.
I have had binge eating problems (where I eat, and feel guilty about it later, or “I eat my emotions.”) and now I am finally facing those issues because they are finally visible. Now I have stretch marks everywhere. Knees, thighs, back, stomach, arms, chest, you name it. My body image and self-esteem are at the lowest point they have ever been, and having the doctors tell me I need to lose weight repeatedly has never helped, or motivated me. Because of my chronic depression, I feel even less motivation to get around to “feeling better about me.” There was a time in my life where I absolutely thought I couldn’t take it anymore, and a year later I wound up checking myself into a hospital to prevent myself from taking my own life.
You know what though? I’m proud that I did that. I would not become the amazing person I am today if I had given in. And I’m proud that I admitted I needed help. Everyone thinks that if you go to a hospital for “mental issues,” you are crazy. I actually remember, however, this five day experience as one of the happiest times of my life. I learned that there was nothing wrong with me, I am beautiful the way I am. My second problem was that I didn’t love or accept the people around me, and that I couldn’t see that I am strong, wise, inspirational, and brave.
I am still working on my self-esteem as I’ve said, but I want to truly love me, and part of me is loving and accepting this vessel I was given. You only get one, as they say. Part of loving me means loving who I am and what makes me the wonderful person I am.

I want you to know above all, there are people like you out there. There are people whose surgeries didn’t give them the body of a god/goddess. There are people out there just like you who struggle just like you. I am one of these people. And I don’t care who you are or what your situation is.

YOU. ARE. BEAUTIFUL, and I love you. Never let anyone make you feel/tell you otherwise.

I am willing to listen if you ever need to talk, and also willing to make friends here.

My blog is: fullmetalchampion
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Trigger warning: self-esteem, self-depreciation

After some encouragement and reading countless stories on this blog, I have felt a little more and more motivated to write down my account, for anyone like me who needs a little push, or a little encouragement to tell themselves that they are beautiful. I am so thankful that I have taken my first baby steps toward loving myself after all these years, and this is my first pebble I’d like to toss, to get the ripple effect going, one which says this: I am beautiful, and proud to be me.

I will begin by saying this: I have been diagnosed with a few things out of my control, but not necessarily things that define me or my attitude. There are things I haven’t been diagnosed for, things I will come to accept or change about myself, once I come to terms with whether or not it’s a part of me that’s good for me.

I was diagnosed first with a blood disorder, then bipolar II, then I made the biggest step forward in my life that has changed my life for so many good reasons: I told the truth about myself. I am a transgender guy. I was born with a female body, with everything else about me screaming YOU ARE MALE.

For years I thought the major part of my depression stemmed from my poor body esteem. For years I tried to cope and find me.

My poor body image, however, came long before I came out. I had been a few pounds underweight for a good portion of my life, but I still hated the small stomach I had. I never wore flattering clothes, and always tried to hide my body.

I thought surgery would change this, as though eliminating the parts of me I was unhappy about would suddenly bring about a miraculous era of love for myself. Instead I was greeted with the side effects of medication and surgery: keloids and weight gain. The perfect chest I’d always dreamed of came with drawbacks, the scars will never heal and they caused 18 months of physical pain before I could finally afford help in terms of dermatology.

I have had binge eating problems (where I eat, and feel guilty about it later, or “I eat my emotions.”) and now I am finally facing those issues because they are finally visible. Now I have stretch marks everywhere. Knees, thighs, back, stomach, arms, chest, you name it. My body image and self-esteem are at the lowest point they have ever been, and having the doctors tell me I need to lose weight repeatedly has never helped, or motivated me. Because of my chronic depression, I feel even less motivation to get around to “feeling better about me.” There was a time in my life where I absolutely thought I couldn’t take it anymore, and a year later I wound up checking myself into a hospital to prevent myself from taking my own life.

You know what though? I’m proud that I did that. I would not become the amazing person I am today if I had given in. And I’m proud that I admitted I needed help. Everyone thinks that if you go to a hospital for “mental issues,” you are crazy. I actually remember, however, this five day experience as one of the happiest times of my life. I learned that there was nothing wrong with me, I am beautiful the way I am. My second problem was that I didn’t love or accept the people around me, and that I couldn’t see that I am strong, wise, inspirational, and brave.

I am still working on my self-esteem as I’ve said, but I want to truly love me, and part of me is loving and accepting this vessel I was given. You only get one, as they say. Part of loving me means loving who I am and what makes me the wonderful person I am.

I want you to know above all, there are people like you out there. There are people whose surgeries didn’t give them the body of a god/goddess. There are people out there just like you who struggle just like you. I am one of these people. And I don’t care who you are or what your situation is.

YOU. ARE. BEAUTIFUL, and I love you. Never let anyone make you feel/tell you otherwise.

I am willing to listen if you ever need to talk, and also willing to make friends here.

My blog is: fullmetalchampion

fullmetalchampion.tumblr.com

 BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

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Hiii :)

Thigh highs aren’t strictly just for skinny gals, chubby ones can wear them too! I love these ones from sockdream.com.

Want to make my day? Follow my tumblr

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BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!