I’m going to do the liberating thing and post pictures of me and my body. Because that guy up there is who I am. I may not always like it, and fighting to keep myself healthy is sure as hell an uphill struggle, but this is me no matter what.
I could lie and say “if you don’t like it, well I don’t care”, but the truth is I care alot. I’ve always cared. I know I should never feel sorry for the way I look, but I will. But as sorry as I feel for the state my body is in, I feel more sorry for the people who don’t see past the folds and realize that I’m a good person. I am a good person, a great person in fact. I have a degree that I worked hard for, I have alot of love for the people in my life that have stuck with me through the years, I fight against the hate in the world and remain an optimist even when everything seems like its going to shit. If I could love myself the way I love the people around me, I’d never have self-esteem issues ever again.
When people tell me I’m beautiful, it’s sometimes hard to believe. I’ve spent the better part of 25 years being convinced by the world that I’m not beautiful, that I don’t deserve the same kind of love and attraction that the skinny or muscular guy gets. But I’m starting to realize that it’s all bullshit. The whole idea. If you’re fat, it doesn’t matter who you are as far as gender, race, or sexuality is concerned. You deserve to be loved just the same as anyone else. You deserve to feel good about yourself, especially when you work hard in a world that loves to hate you.
People around us will always mask their own insecurities and use us as comic relief. We’re the fat butt of the joke in movies and television. People will shame us for taking back even a tiny iota of our self-worth, but we will continue to ignore the naysayers. I will continue to ignore them.
The shoebill is primarily a silent bird, but one of the few noises it makes is a machine gun-like bill-clattering, generally used by members of a nesting pair to communicate with each other and their nestlings. Shoebills may also utter croaking sounds, cow-like moos, whines, and nestlings may beg for food with hiccups.
There’s this guy that sits in front of me who you would think is a conservative redneck bc his entire aesthetic is southern lumberjack w boots and denim and hats but he’s actually one of the most inclusive and anti trump guy I’ve ever met and today he wore this hat that sums up his entire personality and I’m screaming.
Don’t judge a book by its cover; make cornbread, not war.
This reminds me of my friend Jacob
“Make cornbread, not war” is the slogan of the Southern Foodways Alliance, so I’m not surprised this guy is so decent. SFA is explicitly inclusive and diverse – it’s part of their mission statement. They’re doing good work in the world (and the serve really good food at their events).
This is due to men traditionally ascribing women as being the guardians of morality and virtue…this “pedestal” treatment is harmful to both men and women. Men use it to excuse their vices, “it’s in men’s nature to be immoral and violent” and also use it to shame women for their behavior instead of shaming aggressors. “You’re not going out of the house dressed like that. My daughter is a good girl. Boys your age only want one thing,” etc, etc.
This obviously also hurts men, like in the example given – men are seen as inherently less moral and capable of self control. Also, women are more likely to be viewed as innocent victims of circumstance, while men are told “you should have known better.”
Firebird Scratches 