If You're Not Angry, You're Not Paying Attention

circusfolk:

For reasons I cannot fathom, Western society has this obsession with whittling women down to nothing in photos, women who are “ideal” looking without any help from retouching. Photoshopping Iman is insanity. Have you all ever seen Iman? The woman is an Amazon. She’s skyscraper tall with legs like a tarantula. She’s also extremely slim (unless you count the fact that she has boobs as “fat”) and did I mean leggy already? Why they felt the need to photoshop her is beyond me. Western society’s obsession with aesthetic perfection has gone way, way too far. This photoshopping of Iman just goes to show that no one will ever be happy, even when women do fit that societal mold of “beauty.”

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Rachael sent this to me and it’s a pretty cool idea!

padaviya:

Jacob, a Quebec-based clothing company, has decided to stop retouching both its lingerie and its clothing models. Spokeswoman Cristelle Basmaji explains, “As a socially responsible company, JACOB has always made an effort to promote a healthy image of the female body. By adopting an official policy and broadcasting it publicly, we hope to reverse the trend in digital photo manipulation that has become excessive in our industry.”

Ni sent this rant she wrote a couple weeks ago and I support what she has to say because mainstream magazines are so discouraging and damaging.

Thanks, Ni!

lipstick-feminists:

Submitted by alannathemute:

curvesahead:

We don’t have to believe we’re not beautiful just because we have short legs, long legs, no butt, big butt, flabby arms, strong arms, short fingers, long necks, big ears, bushy eyebrows, no eyebrows, big feet, thick feet, wide feet, small hands, short hair, long hair, frizzy hair, straight hair, nappy hair, little hair, no hair, stretchmarks and cellulite.

We don’t have to believe we’re not beautiful because the movies and the magazines and the media tell us a terrible untruth.

We don’t have to believe we’re just a number on a scale, a shirt, or a driver’s license. We don’t have to define ourselves by the brands we wear, the color of our hair, or anything outside of our souls.

We don’t have to deny our natural selves.

We don’t have to hold back our hunger, our laughter, our flatulence. Our sweat, our scent, our scars. Our sexiness, our sexuality, our sex drive. Our menstruation, our erections, our wet dreams, our fun dreams, our tears.

We don’t have to eat mindlessly just because advertisements and marketing aimed to make us unhealthy say so.

We don’t have to use self-harming addictions to numb ourselves or escape from our lives.

We don’t have to be ashamed of our unshaved legs, unperfumed armpits, unpainted fingernails, untrimmed toenails, unstyled hair, unpainted faces.

We don’t have to hide our true beauty.

We don’t have to hide who we are.

We don’t have to wear the clothes, have the body, fit the size, look like the actor or the model.

We don’t have to pretend anymore. Not for a single second longer.