Portrait of the artist as a babe
Size 16.
I dont know what to think of myself..
Think of yourself with love and kindness. It should be easy, but I know it isn’t.
If flipping through Glee episodes just to listen to Warblers songs over and over again is wrong I DON’T WANT TO BE RIGHT.
Also, I suspect my neighbors hate me now.
We told Dads they’re going to be Grandpas
(Gay couple find out they’re going to be grandparents)
It turns out love makes a family, not sexuality! Who woulda thunk it…
her. (me).
girl is so good at loving
everybody (but herself).girl is so good at hating
no one (but herself).of course you want to be loved.
everyone does.but if your body is a home that even you refuse to live in, why would anyone else ask to move in?
(just temporary tenants where your thighs touch under your summer dress)
sweetheart, whatever you are running away from, we can all smell.
The Declaration of Body Independence, courtesy of The Fat Chick!
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all bodies are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
My body is my own to care for in whatever way I wish. No one has the right to tell me what to eat or how to move. If I want a cookie, I shall have one. If I want broccoli, I shall have it. I shall boogie down with my bad self, or not as I choose.
I have the right to compassionate, competent and equitable health care. This includes physical, mental, emotional and spiritual care. Whenever any Form of Medicine becomes destructive of these ends, it is my right to alter or abolish it and institute a new form of medical care—seeking a form that will seem most likely to effect my Safety and Happiness.
I have the right to look the way I look. I may wear tiny prints or vertical stripes. I may expose my fleshy arms as I embrace my freedom. Fashion shall dictate no law that keeps me from dressing and expressing myself as I darn well please.
I am endowed with the unalienable Right to walk down the street unmolested by individuals (well-meaning or not) wishing to ply me with “cures” purported to change the size of my body to meet their ideal.
I am allowed to create my own definition of health and seek it (or not) as I see fit.
When a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce me under the absolute Despotism of size oppression, it is my right, it is my duty, to throw off such Forces, and to provide new Guards for my future happiness.
This actually made me get all teary.
