As demonstrated above, I’m skinny. This means only one thing: that I’m skinny.
It doesn’t mean I’m healthy, nor does it mean I’m not. Contrary to popular belief, health and weight aren’t inherently linked, and trying to pass off your beauty ideal as healthy vs. unhealthy is a low fucking blow.
It doesn’t mean I’m objectively sexier than non-skinny women, nor does it mean I’m objectively less sexy. Objective sexiness doesn’t exist. If you think it does, you either don’t understand what ‘objective’ means, or you’re incredibly dense.
It doesn’t mean I’m more of a woman, nor does it mean I’m less of one. My womanhood is a fundamental part of my identity; it isn’t remotely tied to what you think of my body. To think you’re somehow the arbiter of other people’s womanhood is ridiculously presumptuous.
Replace ‘skinny’ with any other body type, and it’s just as true.
[A note about anorexia, which I’m putting down here in brackets so it doesn’t ruin the flow of the main post: ‘skinny/boney’ is not synonymous with ‘anorexic’. There are people with eating disorders who still hold on to more weight than the stereotypical emancipated form that’s so often equated with the disorder. When you equate a certain size with being anorexic, you’re perpetuating the idea that those with anorexia only come in one shape (making it harder for those who don’t fit the stereotype to get their problem acknowledged) and cheapening the seriousness of the disorder by tagging it to skinny people who quite possibly don’t have any eating disorders to speak of. That makes you an ass. Just FYI.]
Read this. <3
some people think it’s creepy to see all those bones. no one is perfect.
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The sounds of my own thoughts banging around inside my head are enough to keep me up at night. I foolishly listen to them, giving weight to the things that should bear none. Ignoring common sense, I engage these thoughts with the tenacity of a child, waiting for my natural attention deficits to latch me unto something else. They never do.
You don’t. Don’t demand. Don’t ellude. Don’t infer. I am grateful for this if nothing else… as worse it would be were things different.
I plod along, silently objecting, never outloud. I cannot. I do not.
Little miracles every day keep me balanced. I connect to things I never even noticed before, humbled by the mear existance of life before my very eyes. I strive to let go and just exist naturally, as others appear to be doing with the greatest of ease. I’m trapped inside my head for no reason. I no longer object to the heat. It warms me, making me feel alive as does the cold. Today I am grateful for you.
This in my opinion, is the kind of thing people should be reblogging. For everyone who died, we need to honour their memory not their fate.
Live your life, don’t let your life live you…
impersonate-art submitted:
"Thank you for reblogging my guide I really appreciate it! <3"
hey, well that stuff seems pretty helpful and anyone that doesnt know it should. most things i knew but some were new tips to me, its not about covering its about flattering! we should all look as good as possible!
First of all beware this is a REALLY long post. Then let me explain a bit of my ideas about being an XL sized girl. I’m an hourglass shaped girl, and I really like it, the thing is that there are some parts I dislike which are stretching marks, celullitis and varicose veins. In my trip of helping…
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