But then, the truth was never really the point. Thin women don’t tell their fat friends ‘You’re not fat’ because they’re confused about the dictionary definition of the word, or their eyes are broken, or they were raised on planets where size 24 is the average for women. They don’t say it because it’s the truth. They say it because fat does not mean just fat in this culture. It can also mean any or all of the following:
Ugly
Unhealthy
Smelly
Lazy
Ignorant
Undisciplined
Unlovable
Burdensome
Embarrassing
Unfashionable
Mean
Angry
Socially inept
Just plain icky
So when they say ‘You’re not fat,’ what they really mean is ‘You’re not a dozen nasty things I associate with the word fat.’ The size of your body is not what’s in question; a tape measure or a mirror could solve that dispute. What’s in question is your goodness, your lovability, your intelligence, your kindness, your attractiveness. And your friends, not surprisingly, are inclined to believe you get high marks in all those categories. Ergo, you couldn’t possibly be fat.
(Source: ratbrat)
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[Image description: french bulldog on alternating pink and green background. Above text reads “I can have my cake”. Bottom text reads “and eat it too.” End description]
A submission from: http://thedrunkenwarrior.tumblr.com/
The reason I’m sharing this is because of what happened last night, February 14. I had eaten a lot that day. My boyfriend made me dinner! And we celebrated Valentine’s Day together. I was happy, and full of warm feelings. So I grabbed a very small bite of a cake my niece had made. It was strawberry, and I hadn’t eaten any of it, but since I had a huge dinner, I figured a small spoonful wouldn’t hurt anyone. Of course, my sister, chose that specific moment to say, “Stop eating that cake.” And I felt it, that stinging slap of shame. I knew it was going to bother me if I let it, but fuck her, not this time. “Why?” I said. She stopped for a second, “Because it’s fattening.” I looked her in the eye and said, “If being skinny means I don’t get to eat cake, then I’d rather be fat forever.” As I put the cake in my mouth and chewed. “Alright, jeez, calm down.” She said, as if she wasn’t being hurtful. As if she could just sit there and tell me what to do with my body, my food, and my life.
Fuck her, and fuck anyone that says I can’t have my cake and eat it, too.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lzggqn9KA61r73tzeo1_500.jpg)
[Image description: french bulldog on alternating pink and green background. Above text reads “I can have my cake”. Bottom text reads “and eat it too.” End description]
A submission from: http://thedrunkenwarrior.tumblr.com/
The reason I’m sharing this is because of what happened last night, February 14. I had eaten a lot that day. My boyfriend made me dinner! And we celebrated Valentine’s Day together. I was happy, and full of warm feelings. So I grabbed a very small bite of a cake my niece had made. It was strawberry, and I hadn’t eaten any of it, but since I had a huge dinner, I figured a small spoonful wouldn’t hurt anyone. Of course, my sister, chose that specific moment to say, “Stop eating that cake.” And I felt it, that stinging slap of shame. I knew it was going to bother me if I let it, but fuck her, not this time. “Why?” I said. She stopped for a second, “Because it’s fattening.” I looked her in the eye and said, “If being skinny means I don’t get to eat cake, then I’d rather be fat forever.” As I put the cake in my mouth and chewed. “Alright, jeez, calm down.” She said, as if she wasn’t being hurtful. As if she could just sit there and tell me what to do with my body, my food, and my life.
Fuck her, and fuck anyone that says I can’t have my cake and eat it, too.
This chick is a boss.
“You don’t have curves, you have chunks”.
I will never tire of hating the fucking idiots who call themselves ‘curvy’ while simply being overweight or obese and in denial trying to pass it off as curvy, it’s insulting to actual curvy women.Holy shit this girl is dumb, she says the same thing over and over again and fills the gaps with the word ‘like’
lol “not my place to judge” stupid.
trying really hard to make a constructive comment and not go for cheap shots and pointing out that ‘being thick’ has nothing to do with your body where i live, and much more to do with your level of intelligence and that the term is ‘accurate for you’. i am NOT going there, because calling this girl dumb isn’t going to do any difference, other than make her defensive.
how about you do not judge other people’s bodies and how they identify their bodies. not all curves are the same and just because they don’t match your definition does not give you the right to take away the label from others. also thank you ever so much for making me feel really good about my chunks.
it’s funny how you always end up busy being pissed off on international women’s day instead of being busy celebrating. i feel like speaking out today instead of just reblogging with the ‘reblogging for commentary’ tag without further comment.
(Source: csteezyyy)
MONSTARR - BIS
can i not be normal? ‘cause i’m not a size 10
play music, be in films or even show my face
should i be embarrassed if it’s such a crime?
funny how your life depends upon your waistline!
should i kill myself? you’re my execution
why’s being slim important? no one is a monster
don’t steal their confidence, it’s not yours to take
i don’t want to be a model, at least i’m not fake
funny how your life depends upon your waistline!
i am gonna make it, i’m not gonna fake it
not for the sake of it, yes, i’m gonna take it
c’mon mr kipling, get inside me!
i really wanna do a fa(t)shion february thingie since i am now comfortable calling myself chubby etc. (i previously felt uncomfortable doing it because i felt i wasn’t chubby enough or something) but but but it’s way too cold to dress sassy in february, especially at home where we have no central heating etc.. i am currently wearing jeans + long sleeved t-shirt, normal t-shirt and carl’s extra thick lined flannel shirt that is practically a jacket and i’m still a little cold. we’ll re-think this in may or something or whenever i can dress for me, rather than warmth.
(Source: cassie-hack)
i can already smell the hatemail and slanderous re-blogs, but what-ev-er. haters gonna hate, fatties gonna fat!
one of the best ways for me to practice radical self-love is to draw pictures of my fine fat ass. seriously! i’ve read a lot about/seen a lot of folks who do photographic self-portraiture to the same ends, and i think that rules. for me, it’s gotta be drawing, because i’m happiest with a pen in hand.
(by the way, the banner quote is from an amazing parks and rec gif. yeah, i quoted a gif.)
this is so great. ❤