I have bought these skeleton tights on ebay to go with some Gothic Lolita or creepy cute outfit. I totally love how my legs look in tights and they are obviously needed during winter if you want to wear a skirt!
The reason I am submitting though, is that people have been bothering me about the size of my thighs. I have received lots of hate when wearing short skirts, so I just kept hiding them in sweatpants… I have also had several periods in my life where I compulsively worked-out and starved myself to make sure to fit into the beauty standards.
My own mother has even asked me ‘Shouldn’t you get breast implants? because your chest looks ridiculous with a butt like that.’ What if I don’t WANT them, I am already super happy to actually have breasts, (as a trans* person ;) ) why do people still bring me down like this?!
I don’t want to hide anymore, I am not less of a human because I have more fat on my thighs than I have on my chest… I don’t need a ‘thigh gap’ to be happy or beautiful. Neither does any other person. A few extra pounds can actually be better and healthier and I just wish people saw that.
Ever have one of those days when you’re unsure how much phobia, hatred and all the bullshit society throws towards us that you can handle?
If I see one more Special K advert telling me I need to weight x amount to have self worth, I’m going to break my fucking television. Thank you for making my day 5x harder.
If I see one more poster of some airbrushed model who prefers to stand for nothing but an unattainable level of perfection to an audience of young, impressionable Women; I’m going to rip it off the wall and shove it in the garbage where it fucking belongs.
If I have to be fronted with one more comment like “This is ONLY x amount of calories; feel less guilty and have this disgusting alternative”, I’m going to take it off the shelf and stamp on it approximately twenty times. Because that’s what I fucking feel like doing.
If some ridiculous company ran by people who clearly have the intelligence of a fucking fish, tell me that I have to be a certain size to fit their idea of beautiful, hot, sexy, whatever; I’m going to cut the label out of every fucking clothing item in their store because it doesn’t matter what size you are.
The next time someone compliments my body based on their like/dislike/preference, it isn’t a compliment because YOU like it. I like myself for myself, if you want to actually compliment me, then state it based on something that matters; like the fact I’ve got a sparkling muthafucking personality, not whether or not I’m the size you find visually pleasing.
The next time some uneducated, naive person tries to tell me what is right for MY body; whether that be how much exercise I should be doing, how many calories I should be consuming, or whether or not I can allow myself to eat such a thing; I’m going to honestly tell them to shove their idealistic standards up their fucking backsides and grab a reality check. If you really had any concern for my well being, you would focus on my happiness; not some ‘statistics’ (informal consent, look it up.)
If someone decides it’s within their right to tell me I have to cover up my acne excessively in order to look pretty enough, I’m going to smash ten bottles of foundation and tell them to fuck off.
The next time someone tells me my ass is ‘too big’, my lips are ‘nice and voluptuous’, or my ‘hips stick out a tad’; I’m going to tell them that my body is no concern of theirs, because their opinion is no fucking concern of mine.
(This could go on forever..)
I’m pregnant with my third kid. I don’t love my body, I just have an issue with my stretch marks and my doula told me I have to go swimming to the beach in a bikini so I can start to feel comfortable with my body. If I can love my body the way it is then I will be able to give birth at home, to love my body is to trust my body.
I’m just so self conscious I don’t know how to start and just don’t care, just love it. Sounds easy but it is not.
I am so scared of showing it. Rationally I know my body is wonderful and I just love the fact I’m mothering a child but I don’t know how to love my body.
I don’t know that you can love your body through sheer force of will. Just like falling in love with another person it took me a period of time, appreciation, and discovery to come to love my body, and I can’t say I do a great job of it every day.
If you’re already loving being a mom, I would suggest approaching your self love through the lens of motherhood. Your body has created, nourished, and nurtured two lives and is busy working on a third; and your stretch marks are a testament to it’s strength and versatility. Baring skin on a beach or in public can be a really freeing feeling, and I promise no one will be checking the pregnant mom for stretch marks.
Saw an advertisement recently for Slimfull meal replacement bars. It was pretty typical, a chick talking about what a drag dieting is and how great Slimfull is because it suppresses your appetite blah blah blah…The commercial itself I didn’t mind until the end when this chick read the slogan: “Slimfull, eating less is a beautiful thing.” I was pretty unhappy about it because it sounded like what they were saying was if I (that is, a girl) eat less than I will be beautiful. Not only am I not beautiful if I’m fat, but if I want to be perceived as beautiful or attractive by others than I need to eat less, regardless of weather or not I use Slimfull to do so. If I thought about it for more than a minute I’m sure I could think of plenty of other subtle and not-so-subtle anti-fat statements in advertising but I was wondering how you felt about this one in particular.
It’s disgusting and triggering and offensive. I’m sorry, this has been in the queue for a while because that slogan is fucking horrible, and I’m almost positive none of us want to put our brain there, I’m not sure if publishing it will do more harm than good. But critical thought about the media and advertisements we consume is an important part of any activist work, just like calling bullshit when you see it.
And this is some pure bullshit
i dont usually like my body because i always thought of it as unproportionate and my boobs were thought of as funny looking but i am finally feeling good about myself enough to take nudes and feel good looking at them, so i decided to share :)
Hello, my lovelies.~ I am posting here today because I thought I might share my story with you. My entire life I’ve been ridiculed about something or another, i.e. my weight, my glasses, my voice, and so on. It became crippling to the point where I felt as if the world would be better off without me, and I know many other people feel this way. But you know what? I found tumblr, and in so doing I found others like me, and learned what true beauty is. Beauty isn’t the clothes you wear, the hairstyle you have, or the number on a scale, it’s what lies beneath your rib cage. Please take my word for it, you’re so incredibly beautiful, and you deserve happiness. Never let anyone put you down, because you are worth it, and you are amazing inside and out. Don’t forget it!~ If any of you lovely people should ever need a helping hand or a sympathetic ear, I’m here 24/7. I love you all.
Its taken me along time to start loving my body, i’ve made great strides over the past few months. So I think I should share it with the world :]
A few days ago at dinner, a friend of a friend joined my group of friends for the meal at one of the dining halls on campus. As we got on talking friend of a friend, who like me is a pretty big girl, started describing the shape of her stomach to the table. She described the roundness of her rolls and the lovely lumps of her anatomy. In lieu of accepting her testimony my friends instead started to “comfort” her saying by things like “I’m sure that’s not really…” or “I don’t think you…” Friend of a friend said “no that’s literally how I look” and started pointing at and grabbing the different rolls that descend down her abdomen.
They thought they were being polite—saying things to make her feel better, but I don’t think friend of a friend was putting herself down.
To me it seemed like my friends were denying the reality that friend of a friend is fat and is shaped differently than they are. To me it seemed like they were refusing to believe that her body has a topography and curves that their bodies do not. I think she was just describing her body the way I say that I have red hair or brownish-greenish eyes. Being fat is something so ingrained in our culture as an insult or something negative, that when someone self-describes as fat other people jump on them with the quasi-comforting almost insults like “your hair looks fine” or ” you don’t look that….”
It was surprising—and the more I think about it the more insulting it becomes—to me that they were so distanced from how big bodies really look. But then I realized that my friends, like most people who are not fat, are not exposed to naked fat flesh. They don’t know about the large expanse of skin hiding under my shirt and the stretch marks that cover it. They don’t know about the rolls of fat on my stomach and my back.
And part of that is my fault: I used to hide myself and tuck myself away trying to look smaller. I’m done with that now; I’m no longer thinking about hiding—it’s pointless. I’m slowly learning how to treat myself like an actual person, and I’m thinking about looking for a bikini. (I’m not sure I would have the guts to wear it though). I don’t think of life in terms of “when I lose weight” anymore. I do my best to be myself and be fierce at my weight now, and it feels pretty good.
I saw this cool pro-feminism license plate the other day and though you all would appreciate and enjoy it! :D
Meet Zephyr. She is a character from a comic book series entitled “Harbinger” by Joshua Dysart. She is a fun, geeky, beautiful fat superhero!
[Image: Typographic message depicted in pastel purple and peach: “I am forever working against a culture of shame.”]
It’s been a while. Here’s a thing I made for you!
Working is the key word.
I want this as a bumper sticker for my car.
I am in the process of designing more of these babies!
I’ve decided to call them Activist Mantras and plan to make them into stickers and buttons and maybe other things so I can sell them and we can put the money back into bettering the RBI community.
Have an idea for a good Activist Mantra?
Submit it and it may end up as one of the designs!
Just be sure to include the title “Activist Mantra” so I know what you’re submitting for, and note your name/tumblr URL so that I can give you credit if I use it.
Mantras can include anything related to encouraging awareness of body politics, privilege and race politics, beauty standards, feminism, fat discrimination…You get the idea. <3
About 2 1/2 years ago, I was hospitalized after a severe PTSD episode caused me to lose consciousness. This picture was taken by my girlfriend the day I was released. My arms were bruised from IVs and blood drawings, and there was residue left on my skin from the five heart monitors that had been adhered to my chest. I grew up paralyzingly self-conscious of my flat chest and pale, veiny skin, but seeing this photo of myself in such a vulnerable state helped me see the beauty in my own perceived “imperfections”. It has ultimately helped me in my ongoing journey towards recovery, both from PTSD and from disordered eating and body dysmorphia.