kahliaisamess:

i said i was gonna sleep but 

beautiful.

kahliaisamess:

i said i was gonna sleep but 

beautiful.

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make up makes my face look sassy. 

Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.

Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.

"How to talk to your daughter"   (via albinwonderland)

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thisisthinprivilege:

suicidesanity:

Still think fat discrimination isn’t a huge problem? Still think it’s not up there with sexism and racism? Still think that fat people don’t get abused all the fucking time? I am so fucking sick of not being able to exist in my own body. I am so sick of getting stares and laughs and name-called, and having my picture taken just for leaving the house and going to places like Walmart or a restaurant. How dare I, a fat person go shopping with my also fat husband. How dare I eat a sandwich, or any food at all. Or in tonight’s case; how dare I ride my bicycle in public.
A car full of men thought it would be funny to call out “Hey Fatty!” before literally swerving in my direction and nearly hitting me. I panicked and tried to swerve out of the way, and ended up skidding across the pavement. They laughed hard as they drove away. Do you think this is fucking funny?? Those pictures are from when the wounds were fresh. I am now even more red and bruised. The whole right side of my face is swollen and it hurts to open my eye. This is so funny. I am fat, so this is what I deserve right? I am so fucking tired of society seeing fat people as non-human. I usually let it go and move on, laugh even, at how small-minded people are…but today I am really hurt. Physically hurt. And so tired. These wounds are what fat people receive daily, you just can’t always see them.

THESE WOUNDS ARE WHAT FAT PEOPLE RECEIVE DAILY, YOU JUST CAN’T ALWAYS SEE THEM.

(via fatbodypolitics)

parisdenise:

alt-beauty-blog:

NYFW SS14 by Alt-Beauty.com

hella beautiful and perf and everything else too

parisdenise:

alt-beauty-blog:

NYFW SS14 by Alt-Beauty.com

hella beautiful and perf and everything else too

(via blackfashion)

Unbustable ads

supernat-url:

girlgrowingsmall:

ad-busting:

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H&M’s new beachwear campaign featuring Jennie Runk is pretty awesome. In this article she explains that women have sent her messages saying that this ad campaign has given them the confidence to try on a bikini for the first time in years!

See… it does make a difference when we see diverse body types in advertising and media! 

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i like this post very much

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The media WANTS women to hate their bodies. They depend on it, in fact.

More wrinkle cream is sold to women who feel old, more diet pills to women who feel fat and more douches to women who feel dirty…

If we stop hating ourselves, they’ll lose billions.

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prettyplussize:

 Keyatta C

(via femme-swag)

Thin-shaming is wrong. It is bad and it is harmful and I long for its eradication and I will dance upon its corpse with my fat feet. But it’s important to note that thin-shaming is a symptom of the fact that all women’s bodies are policed all the time—not evidence of some culture-wide, systemic campaign to stigmatize thinness. Thinness is valued. Thin bodies are privileged over fat bodies. Despite the efforts of body positive activists (whose express goal, by the way, is to promote the acceptance of all bodies, including fat ones, not to further women’s oppression by gratuitously shaming the thin), “I’m proud to be fat” is still a radical statement. “I’m proud to be thin” is the status quo.
Thin Women: I’ve Got Your Back. Could You Get Mine?  (via housewifeswag)

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I’m not sure what this is, really. A diary. A captain’s log for the truly sorry for themselves. Whatever it is, I hope that someone will read it and find it helpful, or insightful, or at least a little entertaining.

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