"sometimes when you lose, you win."

th3skinny:

Vintage weight-gain ads.

The lesson to be learned? Society may (always) have a constrained view of what’s attractive, but that doesn’t mean you have to buy into it.

Live in the body that makes you happy and healthy and forget what society tells you about how you should look.

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rachelfershleiser:

This is for all the anti-choice, anti-women people out there. Listen up.

You can spend every minute of every day trying to force the rest of us to live by your ideology. You can go after federal funds for health care and pressure private organizations like the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation to stop funding breast cancer screenings for poor women. You can try to make it impossible to get birth control.

But you know what you can’t do? You can’t win. You can’t break us. Planned Parenthood isn’t just a family of organizations. It’s a movement. It’s women and men of all ages who believe that health care — including reproductive health care — is a basic human right. We are millions strong. We are everywhere. We act, we give, and we do whatever it takes to make sure that Planned Parenthood is there for the women, men, and teens who rely on them.

Know this: When you go after Planned Parenthood and the people they serve, you go after ME. I stand with Planned Parenthood. I stand with them against anyone who wants to stop women from receiving the health care they need. I stand with them today, tomorrow, and for as long as I need to.

(via Planned Parenthood: Open Letter)

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th3skinny:

jessicablossoming:

kylathegreat:

theavantguard:

this is a video of me from a couple weeks ago performing a poem i wrote called ‘fat bottomed girls’.

“if every bastard who had ever judged my body

were lined up in front of me
firing squad-style
and i was given the right
to do with them as i pleased,
i would be at a loss.
i would probably yell
—eat me!—
because i love a good fat girl pun,
but there’s nothing else left inside
to make them understand
the extreme ignorance and misspent pain they embody.

you can all just fucking EAT ME.
devour my scarlet throbbing flesh
like junior high vultures
like sorority pledge councils
like debutante beauty queens
i don’t look like you
what the fuck else is new?

there is no footnote
in the regulations index of my life
that tells me i have to sleep on ellipticals
and suck down the hopeful semen
of boys named jimmy
until you understand my body.

you won’t ever understand my body.
i am miss piggy, i am mama cass, i am fucking aretha.
and i love being these women.
i love being fat.
my thighs shriek rough and ready sex
like downtown thunder
my ass drips vanilla milkshakes
and my personal style is baby gay madonna
meets crop top goth
AND IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER.
being fat doesn’t make me different,
—fuck, i look like america—
but loving that i’m fat
makes me a pillsbury rebellion.

i hold protests in my mouth
when i eat in public
picket signs wallpaper my willing body
when i dance naked in my apartment.
RIOTS NOT DIETS is tattooed across my chest
and i live for the moment
when i shock you into silence.
because being me is political
and you never voted for this shit.

body image is just bad english for
how hard you stomp the sidewalk
or how many cracks in the mirror
you’ve traced.
i may have been picked last in softball,
but i was nationally ranked in tennis,
and you’ll never be ready for this jelly
because all you nibble on
are sad-ass spoonfuls of
organic low sodium peanut butter.

yeah, i tend to date black guys
and i rarely say no to a homemade baked good
but that says no more about me than —
how you chew big red compulsively when you’re nervous, or
how you can never say no to your mother —
says about you.
so just let it be.
we’re grown-ups now, i think.
there are no more lunch time kickball teams,
and i already have a date to the next dance.
so when you feel the need
to pretend to be concerned
about my health or well-being
just know that i’ve already let go of the trigger
firing squad-style
just know that you don’t have
to count the calories
when i tell you
to fucking eat me.”

Chills every dang time.
I didn’t even know how badly I needed to hear this again.

I love this.

Just want to add that I’m always jealous of poets who can memorize their poems.

th3skinny:

more like sneezing at someone when you have the bird flu, as the mortality rate of eating disorders is the highest of any mental illness

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chelseaalysse:

slinkytink:

Omg..

Amarillo is far from me…but maybe some fellow Texans can help out <3 You never know where she may be by now. If you read this newspaper article it is thought she is headed west towards LA.

I am far from Texas, but I know I have followers everywhere. Please spread the word and if you live near the area keep an eye out and do what you can.

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