I wonder how different a person has to be before they’re hardly recognizable to me anymore.
How different does a person become before even they realize they’re nothing like who they used to be? When do we become aware of what we’ve let go of without knowing when we let go of it? And when will we be ok with the consequences of these losses? When do we celebrate the gains?
How did we get here, where are we going, who are we becoming.
More importantly, Why?
“He who has a Why to live for can bear almost any How.”-Nietzsche
Jes of The Militant Baker wrote an open letter to Abercrombie & Fitch CEO Mike Jeffries regarding his comments that he only wants his company’s products sold to “cool, good looking people”, a statement that excludes men and women of larger sizes.
Just to sample the witty letter (linked above) with the post post script:
“P.P.S. You should know your Large t-shirt comfortably fits a size 22. You might want to work on that.”
I think wearing a shirt that says “Attractive and Fat” would be way cooler than one that has the name of a shallow discriminatory clothesline company. ANY DAY.
Fat or skinny, no one deserves to be treated as a lesser individual because of their physical shape. All shapes and sizes should demand this equality.
a woman’s body is not for you. if she wants to cover it she should feel free and safe in doing so. if she wants to expose it she should feel free and safe in doing so. it is not an indication of her self-respect but an indication of her preferences for whatever reasons she chooses — none of which are your business or concern.
I CANNOT EXPRESS IT ENOUGH. I HAVE NO MORE WORDS FOR YOU. YOU HAVE TRULY TESTED ME, AND FINE, I’VE FAILED.
GOOD LUCK THOUGH.
i wonder what’s happening right now over at hogwarts
probably education since harry doesn’t go there anymore
aaaaand perfect post.

I think this says a lot about what our little girls aspire to grow into.
It’s as if sexy is the almighty goal for all women.
“like, omigod totally”
And this is where I lose myself when I keep running away from you
And this is who I am when, when I don’t know myself anymore
And this is what I choose when it’s all left up to me
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