Sometimes I lie so people will shut up. It’s why I make myself stand tall and proud. Because if people knew I once vomited up everything I ingested, or cried on a scale, or grabbed at my fat in a mirror until my skin was bruised, they’d try to convince me I was pretty just so I’d stop. Like they know me better than I know myself.
I’m never asking for compliments when I admit I don’t like myself. I’m just being honest. Compliments and attention don’t help, they just make me feel guilty.
Anti-femme culture (and feminists aren’t immune to this) thinks the effort put into femme presentation is a waste of time and energy – or, at the very least, time and energy that could have been spent doing something more important. Anti-femme culture thinks “pretty” probably means “dumb” even when struggling against a culture obsessed with an impossibly narrow beauty standard. Anti-femme culture thinks you can’t do math AND do your nails.
We are humans! We contain multitudes! I do not think it is a problem that teenaged girls are interested in experimenting with presentation via fashion; I think it’s ridiculous and misogynist that they are ONLY encouraged to do that – and that boys don’t have the same freedom of expression.
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The Rotund by Marianne Kirby
get on my blog you crazy beautiful thing
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You see this man? In the first picture he looks healthy and happy, a funny kind old man. In the second he is sick. His skin is pale .. He looks older and the sad thing is these are only a couple years apart. But did you notice the one thing that remains the same is his smile? He has cancer and can die any day yet he remains so strong.
He is my hero.
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I'm not afraid to be me. This is not a fat hating, thinspiration blog. This is me, being healthy. Not dieting, not starving, not working out till I can't move anymore.*
I walked up some stairs one day, and was out of breath when I reached the top. I realized I couldn't do the things I loved. I didn't notice it when hiking, because I always had asthma. It was my cover for my unhealthy weight gain. I've always been chubby or big, but unhealthy... no. I'm here to reclaim my body, and my self image. Where I feel comfortable will not be where society deems it.
*I've "worked out" till I'm sore before, but that was because I was having so much fun rock climbing, I didn't want to stop, and my body still isn't ready for that extreme "working out". :)
