#Curgently trying to remember how to breathe

[sweetlittlestarbursts]

reading Frankenstein for the first time...

so I just started reading Frankenstein a few days ago and all's going pretty well until "unfeeling, heartless creator! you had endowed me with perceptions and passions, and then cast me abroad, an object for the scorn and horror of mankind" happened. Reading this as a closeted transmasc hit me like a fucking train, and now all I want to do all day is cry.

Honestly I just sympathize with Frankensteins monster so much. He doesn't know who he is yet, or his purpose in the world, all he knows is that he wants love and acceptance, but instead, again and again, he is beaten and cursed as a monster, a demon, and and wretch, thrown from homes and condemned to a life of misery and loneliness, and all for the way he appears on the outside. Even back then humankind was so fucked up. It makes me sick to think about the way "weird" people are treated in this day and age just for what they identify as, or what they look like, or what they believe in. Like, anyone can be a good person, you don't need to be rich white straight christian conservative etc to be a good fucking person.

We are all Frankenstein's monster. That doesn't make us any less beautiful. Just be yourself, and you'll be beautiful in the eyes of all who truly see.

"Be yourself; everybody else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde