I feel so incredible in my skin*~*~*
I feel like I’ve reblogged this before, but I’m doing it again because I am so thankful to see bodies that look like mine somewhere other than my mirror. It helps me so much when I’m feeling down and self-destructive, especially since this person is such a babe!
Man, I had to sit here a minute a fume because, you’re right, it’s inappropriate on multiple levels…
It’s a tricky area, too, because sometimes this conversation is happening with people who aren’t aware of your illness or recovery, and neither do they need to be— it’s a rude damn thing to say any way you slice it! Of course it’s up to you whether or not you make your illness part of the conversation.
Personally, for me, I’ll always unabashedly make mention of it. As much as it is my own personal health issue, it’s also an opportunity for activism. It’s many birds with one stone! It’s fighting mental illness stigma with its matter-of-fact-ness, it’s a chance to push back against ‘compliments’ that aren’t really ‘compliments,’ and for me —being fat— it’s a moment to open people’s eyes to the fact that particular eating disorders are not synonymous with specific body types.
If you were wanting to push back against the “skinny” compliments without invoking your illness, however, you could go the rejecting-beauty-standards route. "I’m not really into the reinforcement of the societal standard that ranks slender bodies as prettier and better than larger ones, but I understand you were trying to compliment me."
Or, even if you felt solid enough in doing some educating about the harm of the “skinny” compliments, you could do so by making general comments instead of personal ones. "Being skinny / weight loss is not a virtue, and very well could be the result of illness. Making mention of peoples weight can cause relapses of eating disordered behavior in anyone overhearing it. In the future, could we refrain from commenting about weight? I’d appreciate it!"
More specifically, with regards to your father and cousin— there’s that tweet that went around tumblr a while back. I’m rather partial to it. It says: 'Don't ever compliment me by insulting other women. That's not a compliment, it's a competition none of us agreed to.'
Congratulations, by the way, on your recovery! I hope your dad’s comments only inspired your wrath, rather than being triggering for you— though they are certainly laden with that potential. Or, to be more succinct: Your worth is inherent and not measured by the assessments of others.
Solidarity; and I’m thumbing my nose at your pop for his error.
"Body positivity is bad cause it’s glorifying obesity"
okay but like, whatever?? sorry for thinking that 9 year old girls going on diets and wanting liposuction is a bigger deal than fat girls in crop tops??
"Wow how do you leave your house lol" I don’t. We don’t. Your crude jokes about our illnesses and disabilities are not funny. Some of us cannot, do not, leave our houses. Nobody is laughing.
Read this, and then read it again. I’m sick and tired of times in my life I barely made it through being used as someone else’s hypothetical and unimaginable worst case scenario.
family date night #ootd: ruffled fushia cotton skirt, grey cotton tank with deconstructed rosette details, and my #fossil bag. paired with my #target sunnies and black gizah #birkenstocks. #fatshion #beattheheat #effyourbeautystandards #coolandcollected #comfy #bodypositive #lovemyself #summer #shorthair #workit
Ahh, the aftermath of the Emmys— a veritable shitshow of body critique, 'she shouldn't be wearing that's, and the unsubtle policing of gender presentation!
There’s a difference between an opinion on a garment and an opinion on the way someone fills it. The absence or presence of a brassiere is not for you; they’ve no obligation to mold, lift, or emphasize their breasts if they don’t want. Don’t be some body positive beacon all year long and then utterly faceplant by engaging in thinly veiled shaming over an inconsequential awards show.
Scraps from the other day. I was posing and watching tv which is why the very concentrated face.. I still don’t understand german.😒
hey just so you know, no matter what your brain tells you, you’re good enough as you are and you’re pretty dang great, okay? okay.
Last day in Punta Cana, but I look cute as fuck (and slightly sunburned)