It breaks my heart a little

When someone talks about being healthy and happy and then I see their intake everyday is 1100-1200 and on a 1500 day, they say “I was doing so great until…”

I have to unfollow these people because I get competitive, ya know?

But it physically hurts me to leave without knowing if they’ll ever realize that’s probably not leading to happy and healthy.

I’m trying not to sound judgy or condescending. It honestly makes me sad. And I don’t feel like I have the wherewithal to approach someone and tell them they should be eating more. Or maybe that I just don’t have the fucking right. Like, who am I to tell them how to eat? Eight years I’ve been trying to figure it out myself and I think I’m only barely getting it right in the past few months, which have still been full of slip ups and back slides. 

size10plz:

lacigreen:

on today’s sex+ we’re talkin about freaky labia!

and how your labia are maybe (definitely) not-so-freaky after all.

Important info to know! :D

Source: lacigreen

lacigreen: ad-busting: One bottle of Vichy Celludestock cream: $53Getting over the fact that you have cellulite (and so do most women): $0 (The second option is much harder, guaranteed. But give it a try! It’s free and has multiple positive side effects!)  this is the case for a LOT of beauty products like wrinkle reducers, diet pills, stretch mark faders, freckle eliminators, etc.  these assholes are making $$ off your insecurities! insecurities they helped to create in the first place.  ain’t it awesome?
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lacigreen:

ad-busting:

One bottle of Vichy Celludestock cream: $53
Getting over the fact that you have cellulite (and so do most women): $0

(The second option is much harder, guaranteed. But give it a try! It’s free and has multiple positive side effects!) 

this is the case for a LOT of beauty products like wrinkle reducers, diet pills, stretch mark faders, freckle eliminators, etc.  these assholes are making $$ off your insecurities!

insecurities they helped to create in the first place.  ain’t it awesome?

Source: ad-busting

th3skinny: chasingonerabbit: This is not body positivity. This is not a message we need to send to ourselves or other people. What are real men? People with male genitalia, people who identify as male - men that exist in this physical realm, yes? I don’t see anything about body preference in that equation at all. And what of the human beings who have physical illnesses or body types or eating disorders or WHATEVER that keep them “bony”? Is that to say they don’t deserve love? Is that to say that they aren’t beautiful, let alone worthwhile people? I understand, I’m not skinny. I’ve been called names and told cruel things because of it, and it’s not fair. But saying things like the above and implying these things because of it doesn’t make you any better. It makes the climate worse. This is not body positivity, it’s shaming the other side and that’s just as shitty. Please think about your words before you say them. And another thing — who cares what men prefer? When are we going to move past the “You should be X because men like X” dialog already? Your body’s purpose is not to be as pleasing to the male gaze as possible. Your body is for you.  I cringe at this. I mean, I see collar bones AND wrist bones. So unattractive! (we get the biting sarcasm right? The ladies above made the argument so well I figured I had space to be a snotty brat about the whole thing.)
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th3skinny:

chasingonerabbit:

This is not body positivity. This is not a message we need to send to ourselves or other people.

What are real men? People with male genitalia, people who identify as male - men that exist in this physical realm, yes? I don’t see anything about body preference in that equation at all.

And what of the human beings who have physical illnesses or body types or eating disorders or WHATEVER that keep them “bony”? Is that to say they don’t deserve love? Is that to say that they aren’t beautiful, let alone worthwhile people?

I understand, I’m not skinny. I’ve been called names and told cruel things because of it, and it’s not fair. But saying things like the above and implying these things because of it doesn’t make you any better. It makes the climate worse. This is not body positivity, it’s shaming the other side and that’s just as shitty. Please think about your words before you say them.

And another thing — who cares what men prefer? When are we going to move past the “You should be X because men like X” dialog already? Your body’s purpose is not to be as pleasing to the male gaze as possible. Your body is for you. 

I cringe at this. I mean, I see collar bones AND wrist bones. So unattractive! (we get the biting sarcasm right? The ladies above made the argument so well I figured I had space to be a snotty brat about the whole thing.)

Source: weheartit.com

I won’t shame your body, please don’t shame mine

If you shame any body, I’m going to confront you about it. Even if it was just a joke.

Media gives us enough images of what men and women are supposed to look like, and it’s all bullshit. You are supposed to look like you, and if you want to look like a skinnier you or a trimmer you or a beefed up you, I am with you all the percents.

But if you think that whatever your body is makes your body better than whatever someone else’s body is, you have another think coming, and I’m fine with giving it to you.

Fat, skinny, thick, curvy, puny, muscly, tall, short—bodies are beautiful. 

Dear Media: Stop.

Women shouldn’t lift weights. At least not anything over three or five. They’ll get bulky. Ew.

I think we all went “wut??” when Gweneth Paltrow’s personal trainer looked at the world and said that no woman should lift anything over three pounds. Sure, I still lift those five pound dumbbells, and there is absolutely no shame in that. I can’t do a lateral shoulder lift with anything over ten. One day I will because that’s my goal, but that doesn’t have to be your goal. But I’m not going to be bulky or gross or manly because I lift more than three pounds. Stop telling girls this will. Stop telling them that if they do get big muscles, they will be unattractive. Stop scaring them out of beast mode. Beast mode is strength, and girls shouldn’t feel ashamed of wanting to be super strong.

Men like thin/curvy/tall/short/thick/real women

Men like women. Well, some men like men, but the ones who like women care a lot less about how they look and a lot more about how they are, or at least the men worth having do. Do individual men have individual preferences? Of course. Everyone has individual preferences. But the statement, “Men like _______ women” is a sweeping generality, a logical fallacy, a marketing scheme. First, women’s bodies are not worth only as much as men think of them. Second, all women are real. Even if they aren’t anatomically female. Third, it doesn’t matter what I look like. When I’m sitting around picking myself apart, hating each piece, I’m not very alluring. Confidence is attractive, and confidence doesn’t have a dress size. Stop trying to make us feel like we are unacceptable the way we are. Stop telling us we need approval from men for validation. Stop fueling insecurities in hopes of turning a profit.

I’m going to make one of those listy things!

  • Girls’ night tonight! Super excited to have time with my lady friends.
  • Made a list of 8 Ph. D. programs to apply to: Yale, U Pitt, U Minnesota, Ohio State, Wayne State, U Milwaukee, CUNY, and U Texas (Austin). I’m either anxiously excited or excitedly anxious.
  • Had a seriously bad-ass body image day. Started kind of “eh,” but grew to “I’m a sexy beast!”

I think that is all for now. Nice and random, just like I like it. 

Metablogging

I’m planning a huge blog post in which an English major deconstructs the concept of “normal” weight by 1) referencing a HelloGiggles.com article on Kate Upton, 2) analyzing the BMI myth, and 3) including other conversations, such as on the history of advertising that has always told women they don’t look right. I literally cannot write it right now because it’s probably going to take me four hours. I actually might pull an all-nighter later to get it done among my other work.


And it’s totally going to start in the court of Henry VIII. I mean, a younger girl comes in and catches his eye and fashion follows. The court ladies started dressing in Anne’s style, leaving Katherine’s behind, much like Henry ultimately left her behind. And then the same thing happened when Jane came on the scene. Where his eye fell, fashion followed. 

lacigreen:

redlotusrise:

My final project for Women and Gender Studies - Liberation Act. 

I made these posters as a way to challenge socially constructed ideals of body image and fat shame. As a “plus size” person, I have encountered fat shame through out the entirety of my life and have struggled with insecurities stemming from socially constructed yet self-perceived inadequacies regarding my body image. I am tired of feeling ashamed, assumed as being lazy, and glanced at with disgust - all because of my weight.

I am not inadequate because of my weight. I am not broken, or mutated, or wrong - society is. 

(bold mine)

Source: redlotusrise

Also, a positivity post

This morning, I feel. Like I feel my arms, and my legs, and my abs. I worked so hard yesterday between running, weights, and yoga. And I feel it everywhere. 

It feels great. And everything feels a little tighter. My calves and thighs. My quads and hips. My abs and waist. My arms and shoulders. Everything feels like it’s a little more compact. I still haven’t weighed myself, though I’ve been tempted so many times, and I haven’t measured myself either. I’m going to measure on the first of every month to show myself that I can change my body with healthy eating (and eating enough) and a healthy mindset about working out (i.e. taking break days when I can’t even stretch my arms straight above my head). 

Today is a good day, and I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it. 

Things about yesterday; or a recap of negativity

I ran, and it was good. 

I went to the gym, and it was mostly good. My two friends who were supposed to come didn’t. One ate some thing for dinner Thursday night that upset her stomach all day Friday. The other slept late. So I had to go alone, which is a big deal for me. Normally, I wouldn’t have. I don’t like going places alone. I end up being full of anxiety that everyone is staring and judging me. It’s this awful mix of narcissism and fear. Narcissism because I think they’re all looking, and fear because I think they’re all criticizing my size. But I put the ear buds in and turned up the workout playlist. I ran my warm up; I killed my muscles with weights. My school gym has a small area with free weights, a few machines, and a treadmill that is considered to be the girl’s section. But that area didn’t have a lat pull down machine, so I even had to go to the other, much larger, more populated area to do my pull downs. I was extremely self-conscious and a little anxious, but I did it. I even lived to tell about it!

I went to yoga, and it was also mostly good. I yoga with a friend, and we normally just go through a Bikram cd. Her son is a certified teacher and is visiting, so yesterday, he taught our class and helped us with poses we were having difficulty with. While this was really good, a few things about the whole ordeal really shook me up. First, he’s a boy. He corrected my poses a couple of times, which meant he was really close to my sweat fat body, and a couple of times he physically fixed my pose (i.e. touched me). I was grateful because I felt better in the pose, but it was all weighing on me. To boot, his 5’4 yogi ballerina girlfriend was also there. She was extremely nice, but that didn’t stop me from being the biggest girl in the room. I felt like my hips were getting wider and wider. I held everything together, even though I really wanted to leave half-way through, and by the time we got to rabbit pose, I just quit. Luckily, my right knee is a little bum, so I played on that. But when I got home after yoga and showered, I let it all out. I haven’t cried about my body in a while.

The night got better, though. A bunch of friends, including my yoga friend and her son and his girlfriend, we to get some pizza, then me and one of my best friends and our boyfriends saw Cabin in the Woods, which is such a fun film. 

This morning I didn’t feel like running. And my entire upper body hurts. I’m giving myself another day off. Yesterday was stressful, and I worked out three times, so I feel like I deserve a day off. Today is work day—on my thesis, on my GA stuff, on my book editing. Hello couch!

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