“the fact that “love your body” rhetoric shifts the responsibility for body acceptance over to the individual, and away from communities, institutions, and power, is also problematic. individuals who do not love their bodies, who find their bodies difficult to love, are seen as being part of the problem. the underlying assumption is that if we all loved our bodies just as they are, our fat-shaming, beauty-policing culture would be different. if we don’t love our bodies, we are, in effect, perpetuating normative (read: impossible) beauty standards. if we don’t love our individual bodies, we are at fault for collectively continuing the oppressive and misogynistic culture. if you don’t love your body, you’re not trying hard enough to love it. in this framework, your body is still the paramount focus, and one way or another, you’re failing. it’s too close to the usual body-shaming, self-policing crap, albeit with a few quasi-feminist twists, for comfort.”—
Pretty sure I’ve reblogged this before, but the sentiment still rings true. White supremacy makes me feel ugly as shit 99% of the time, and in the moments where I express my feelings of ugliness to feminist friends I am met with “why don’t you love yourself better?” “Omg you need a lots of self care” (which i dont always have the luxury of time/money for) and the worst of them, “Honey I think something’s really wrong with you, you need professional help :(“
Man, fuck that shit. The only “help” I need is good friends who want to help tear down the system with me. More often then not, however, my self-esteem dips and emotional responses to systemic oppressions usually result in my being told I’m not doing a good enough job of loving myself, instead of recognizing that we live in a world that makes it virtually impossible for marginalized (fat, brown, differently abled) folks to love our bodies in the first place.
“We met before our bodies had an exchange.
Intertwined in the cosmos as nomadic
galactic dust, we lived in the pulse of the universe.
You are unfamiliar physically, but that spirit I know like the route to my house.
I have traveled your map many times, and
each time with different looking baggage.
In this realm, we have never spoken, but your arrival
has been forecasted since before my birth.
I want to sit still in the midst of this chaos, and explain to you
how much I have missed you.”—Mira BothWays, “I’ve Been Waiting.” (via mirabothways)
“If your partner is consenting, you will see them meeting you halfway on stuff, responding to your touch, touching you back, making approving noises, positioning their body helpfully, making occasional eye contact, smiling, giggling, kissing you, smelling your skin.
just to be clear, the way i consume and participate on tumblr has greatly changed in the last two years. do not confuse my silence with your own ideas and never pretend you understand someone based on their curated versions of their cyber selves. i stand with survivors. breaking consent, coercion and rape are inexcusable. healing to all who need it.
“Diet culture tells us to put food we don’t like into a body we don’t like and makes us believe this behavior will lead to happiness. It’s paradoxial. We have to change our mindset and the rest will follow, I promise. It doesn’t have to be a fight.”—(via lovethyfatness)
it’s knowing the world never deserved you in the first place. anger for leaving those who still struggle to breathe without you. rereading your letters to me like it’ll change anything but the depth of my longing and the festering wounds of my grief. it’s that mariah won’t ever sound the same and how im blonde now and id give just about anything for a proper goodbye. it’s how much i love you and how you stuck like molasses to my bones