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“Stomach Stretch Marks.” Taken with a Pentax K-1000. By Shanti Flagg.
so gorgeous
can i use this photo for a poster design? i will source you of course! i love this so much.
from veronikerr:
Hay girl hay.
I had no idea you had this blog. I love every inch of it, every word! I wanted to share a little something with you I did this year, that I’m proud of and I’ve never done before.
Every year we go to a “pirate party” of sorts and hang out with some of our closest friends. We always get two joined rooms, get drunk and have a good time. When it came to changing in front of each other though, I always used to go in the bathroom or whatever. But this time, I didn’t! And I didn’t care! I changed in front of my closest friends and I was never comfortable enough to do it until now.
If you didn’t know, I’m 23 years old, 240 lbs and a size 20. Always been big, parents say I came by it honestly, but that’s neither here nor there. But since I’ve always been this way, it felt really good to just be. And not give a crap what anyone thought. Because even though they’re my friends, I still worried. I didn’t want to disturb them with my body - but they have flaws, I see them and I don’t care because they’re awesome people.
I finally understand that if they’re really my friends, they don’t care about those flaws and can laugh with me when I smack my fiance with my boob because it’s just funny! AWESOME. Really. You have no idea. Or maybe you do, whatever.
Honestly though I’d love to contribute to one of your projects sometime. Not in a designery way because we know I suck at that. LOL. But a picture, a few words, whatever. This is a great blog and I want you to know it!
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BABE hello!!!! Thank you for all your nice words! I miss you and I’m so glad you submitted this. Experiences like that are so liberating, I know exactly how you feel and I love that you smack your fiance with your boob because, as my significant other can attest to, I too enjoy using my breasts as weapons. :3
And for the record, I fucking love your work and I think you’re a lovely designer. If I ever get this goddamn zine idea off the ground, I’d love your help and/or bodacious bod to take photos of.
<3 Haley