I’m prouder of my fat than you will EVER be of your bones.
Fuck you, beauty ideals.
Wow, how mean-spirited. Reminds me of all the “real women have curves” bullshit that drives me crazy.
I’m really sick of people of degrading the body types of others, whether thin women mocking fat woman or fat women mocking thin women or whatever is in between.
Seconded. I’m all for telling society to fuck off with its beauty ideas, but not all bony people are bad.
Paul Newman as Brick Pollitt in Cat on a Hot Tin Roof (1958, dir. Richard Brooks)
“People like doing what they used to do, after they’ve stopped being able to do it.”
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I used to have hair exactly like that.
Now it’s all covered up by black dye.
I’ve considered shaving it off and growing out my hair again numerous times.
It’s the fringe. My oh my, how I hate growing fringes out.
THE PRINCIPIA DISCORDIA or, How I Found the Goddess and What I Did To Her When I Found Her
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