astrangetypeofchemistry:

sometimes i just. forget how big of a deal it is that i can wake up in the morning to say “i’m so aroace” and smile.

because three years ago i definitely wasn’t smiling. i hated just the thought of it so much and i spent two years denying it vehemently, cycling through labels. it was such a negative thought to me and i don’t know if it was societal emphasis on romance, my own self-image, or a mixture of both.

so here’s to the aroaces who are still figuring themselves out. to the aroaces who spent years fighting with themselves over their identity. the aroaces who didn’t have the words for how they felt until recently. to the aroaces who have struggled and continue to struggle with their identity and self-image. to the aroaces who have known for years but still occasionally struggle.

it’s a never ending cycle of acceptance. there will always be people who don’t understand or don’t want to. but that won’t matter in the end, because we’re all so fucking aroace, and i love you all so much.