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Fun fact time: many of my old acquaintances still make joking comments whenever they see me wearing pink, because as a child (and honestly pretty much right up to high school) I would refuse to associate with any pink objects.
It wasn’t because I didn’t like pink, it was because since I appeared female I was supposed to/ it was immediately assumed that I did and therefore it pissed me the ever-loving fuck off. I was ashamed to like it, which is terrible because pink is an awesome color. But when you shove it down young girls throats it gets really old, really fast.
Give the child the fucking rainbow, and if they pick pink, it’s not because they are female and/or effeminate, it’s because they like the color pink.
THIS.
Gosh this
This is another quote from Maurice Sendak.
Previously:
• Childhood is Cannibals and Psychotic Vomiting
• He Saw It, He Loved It, He Ate ItPrints and more available at Society6! / Daily Drawing #1248.
[Image: Typographic message on pink duotone background photo of my naked back as I perform a stretch: “I move as a form of self care, to incite mental wellness. ‘Fitness’ looks different for everybody.”]
Part four of my personal poster series focuses on the vagueness of society’s definition of “health and fitness”, how it should be defined differently for each and everyone one of us (whether we are able-bodied, disabled, mentally or chronically ill, etc), and how I’ve learned to define it for myself.
This is the start to a simple, personal poster series focused on getting my perspective across in a direct way about a number of things. I will be focusing on everything from aesthetic beauty and fat to self acceptance, physical/mental health, disorders, confessions and proclamations. Stay tuned for more in the coming weeks, as I continue to procrastinate on the work I should be doing by focusing on the work I’d RATHER be doing.
This is the start to a simple, personal poster series focused on getting my perspective across in a direct way about a number of things. I will be focusing on everything from aesthetic beauty and fat to self acceptance, physical/mental health, disorders, confessions and proclamations. Stay tuned for more in the coming weeks, as I continue to procrastinate on the work I should be doing by focusing on the work I’d RATHER be doing.
Working on a mini-poster series to go along with my digital installation. This one features a bit of Miss Natalie’s body narrative.
They’re meant to be viewed side by side, in a line. Still needs some work. Hoping to do 3 more.
