“ That’s the key, you know, confidence. I know for a fact that if you genuinely like your body, so can others. It doesn’t really matter if it’s short, tall, fat or thin, it just matters that you can find some things to like about it. Even if that means having a good laugh at the bits of it that wobble independently, occasionally, that’s all right. It might take you a while to believe me on this one, lots of people don’t because they seem to suffer from self-hatred that precludes them from imagining that a big woman could ever love herself because they don’t. But I do. I know what I’ve got is a bit strange and difficult to love but those are the very aspects that I love the most! It’s a bit like people. I’ve never been particularly attracted to the uniform of conventional beauty. I’m always a bit suspicious of people who feel compelled to conform. I personally like the adventure of difference. And what’s beauty, anyway?
Dawn French (via crookedghosts, wastedheadspace) (via amyofau, oldbeforeidie)
If You're Not Angry, You're Not Paying Attention
If you scroll back to the beginning you'll notice that I started this blog as a response to the bullshit photoshopped images of "beauty" that are circulated for the public's consumption. However, after I picked at that thread, the whole thing unravelled and from it came so many other questions and issues that needed to be addressed.
Stand up and join this bitch march if you're sick of seeing already beautiful people massacred and trotted out in an ever-growing beauty pagent, set to a death march that claims millions in eating- disordered deaths, suicides, and self-hatred because no magazine comes with the warning:
"ATTENTION consumers, images may be rendered unrecognizable and thereby do not imply that you should ever attempt to become what you see!"
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