Happy Snow Year?
Seriously.
It’s been snowing since 11pm last night and hasn’t stopped. BIG WHITE FLUFFY BITS OF SNOW!!!
It’s up past my knees in the areas I haven’t shoveled.
…
Well, it is pretty to look at while I’m inside with a nice big cup of Hot Chocolate, so I’ll think I’ll stay in here.
Need another sweater on first.
It’s a snow day!
Seriously, you can’t tell I have front steps outside…it’s all at one level.
Now back to work.
… Should I fear for the outcome of this?
![bigfatfeminist:
tessmunster:
roguelion:
tessmunster:
Getting part of my Halloween costume ready. Less is more right? #tessmunster #idowhatiwant #Halloween #curvy
A) #curvy, is NOT a proper tag. I understand that we are all supposed to be pleased with our bodies, but we are also supposed to be healthy.
B) I weigh 114lbs, and even THAT is too much for me.
I’m not saying you’re fat, I am saying you should take a harder look in the mirror,
and get yourself into shape, because if you have self confidence now, you’ll have EVEN MORE if you hit the gym, eat healthy, and stay active.
C) I could not sit by and idly let this happen without saying something.
Sorry to those I offend, However, That’s life.
I refuse to be nice just because this is Tumblr.
You picked on the wrong FAT/CURVY/BIG/OBESE girl my dear. Say what you want but my confidence is through the roof despite what small minded girls like you say. Since you broke this down in bullet points for me, to make it easy for me to understand, let me do the same for you:
1) Who are you to say what I should look like or how I should feel? Perhaps I’m not the one that should look in the mirror because I’m perfectly happy with the way I look. From the way it sounds you are the one that has issues with your body: “I weigh 114lbs, and even THAT is too much for me.” If you can’t be happy at 114lbs with yourself, then clearly your weight is not your issue. But then again, IT’S NOT MY PLACE TO JUDGE YOU.
2) Speaking of “mirrors”, Remember, we are all mirror images of each other and what you don’t like in me, you see in yourself.
3) “I refuse to be nice just because this is Tumblr.” Yes, this might just be tumblr, but you should really think before you speak. You never know who you will insult, what kind of day they are having, and how would you feel if your one rude (and frankly unnecessary comment) was the one thing that pushed them over the edge?
Thank goodness I’m fat and have a thick skin to deal with such nonsense. Some other poor girl that you feel you need to ‘help’ might not be so lucky.
Do you know what horrifies me?
Not the girl in the picture. She is F I N E like damn.
But that the person who felt entitled to “call her out” is getting all kinds of support on her blog for being “honest” and “brave.”
Oh, Lord. Now we live in a world where it’s honest and brave to tell fat people that they’re fat? Was there some kind of paradigm shift that happened overnight? Because honey bunch, that is NOT the world I live in.
The world I live in is full of magazines that give you 100 tips to dress 10 pounds smaller, that suggest if you crash diet and lose 25 pounds in 2 weeks you’ll be both healthy and happier, that has shows dedicated to the dehumanization and hatred of fat people (The Biggest Loser, anyone?), that brainwashes people to believe that women need to be thin and if they’re not thin they’ve failed at everything else. This belief is so insidious and so prevalent and so toxic that some 1) 114lb girl hates herself and 2) projects that hatred onto happy fat people, and then 3) gets support for being brave and honest when she does so and someone points out that she has no right to.
I have nothing but empathy for people with body image troubles. I have them myself on the goddamn daily. And I’ve been able to develop a lot of empathy for people who feel entitled to comment on the bodies of others, because really, they’re just doing what they’ve been taught is okay to do. The stakes are so high for women — if you’re fat you’re undesirable and if you’re undesirable you’re worth nothing at all — that it’s possible to live in a constant state of fear that we’re right on the cusp of being worthless. Hell, fat people often believe they’re worthless all the time, so I can imagine the fear is there for thin people who’ve never been fat (some of them, maybe many of them) and I can imagine that fear becoming so huge that it feels like it’s small. That’s what has happened, anyway; that fear is so huge and such a massive part of our culture that it seems like it’s not even there. It’s everywhere, so you have to look hard to even see it.
So I get it. I get why people lash out, and believe that they’re just being helpful (or brave, or honest). But it’s not brave or honest to agree with a status quo that is both factually wrong and seething with hatred, both for ourselves and for others. There’s nothing brave or honest about that.
Maybe the question that you should be asking yourself, dear reader, is whether the fat girl’s really the thing you should be tearing down. Maybe, instead, that energy should be directed at the things and the people who are trying to shrink us down to nothing.
To add another side to this, while we’re talking about heavyset women being made to feel “inferior” for their size, I’d like to point out it goes the other way as well.
People like to point out that my sister and I are very alike but this is not the case - she’s all girly and I’m all fangirly, I think her music’s crap and she thinks mine is too, and we certainly don’t look alike since I got my hair cut all awesome. In particular, though, we are built very differently.
I refer to myself as ‘chunky’. I’ve got big boobs (she once told me that the part of your body you like the most is what you look for in a partner… she likes her eyes - lucky her, I like my boobs so I’ll probably end up with a guy with a pair of DD’s to match my own…), big hips, a square face and I’m very short (celebrated when I grew half an inch, to put me only just over five feet). She, on the other hand, is a skinny little streak of nothing (DT reference, I love that man!) with legs up to her armpits and a long face.
No matter what she eats, she never seems to put on weight. My family know this - we’ve seen her eat an entire pizza herself in one sitting, then get up for ice cream and the awesome sweet chilli Walkers Sensations crisps - but she got very upset after school one day, when a couple of kids in her class asked very bluntly “Are you anorexic?”
What kind of question is that to ask a thirteen year old?! “Do you have an eating disorder?” No. But now you’re making me question my weight, worry that my body is not ‘right’ and lowering my self-esteem to the pits of non-existence.
If it’s so good to be skinny, why does she worry that she’s too skinny? Sure, obesity is a problem: it puts strain on your heart, it lowers your energy, you feel lethargic and, unfortunately, you get people like the insensitive cow above commenting on how they can ‘fix’ you; but at the other end of the spectrum, it’s just as grim and causes just as much damage to mental and physical wellbeing.
If, like the gorgeous girl in the picture, you’re happy with your image then everyone else’s opinion of you does not even rank. My sister has felt much better about herself recently (if you’re wondering) and I, being chunky, love my body. We had an especial giggle at an episode of Russell Howard when the French comedian came on to do the guest stand-up and had written a little poem about the size of boobs, that “Bigger is not always better”. She was giggling at the idea of boys being all over me now for the big boobs (I realise that I’ve said ‘boobs’ a lot now!) - I responded that it would never happen unless they were all fictional - but she’d get them later when mine were all saggy and hers were still all perky.
Like I, and so many other have said, if you love your body, then no one else’s opinion of it matters. To those people who criticised Anne Hathaway’s heart-wrenching rendition of “I Dreamed A Dream”, I gave the following response (that I will paraphrase because I don’t think a body can be ‘note-perfect’… well, maybe it can, I don’t know) that fits quite perfectly here:Just because it isn’t “conventionally” pretty doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful - it lends its own response to the situation that gives it far more meaning that anything [within the bounds of a ‘normal’ body image], and that makes it all the better for it](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mchcn8L8XP1qj6wguo1_500.jpg)
Getting part of my Halloween costume ready. Less is more right? #tessmunster #idowhatiwant #Halloween #curvy
A) #curvy, is NOT a proper tag. I understand that we are all supposed to be pleased with our bodies, but we are also supposed to be healthy.
B) I weigh 114lbs, and even THAT is too much for me.
I’m not saying you’re fat, I am saying you should take a harder look in the mirror,
and get yourself into shape, because if you have self confidence now, you’ll have EVEN MORE if you hit the gym, eat healthy, and stay active.
C) I could not sit by and idly let this happen without saying something.
Sorry to those I offend, However, That’s life.
I refuse to be nice just because this is Tumblr.
You picked on the wrong FAT/CURVY/BIG/OBESE girl my dear. Say what you want but my confidence is through the roof despite what small minded girls like you say. Since you broke this down in bullet points for me, to make it easy for me to understand, let me do the same for you:
1) Who are you to say what I should look like or how I should feel? Perhaps I’m not the one that should look in the mirror because I’m perfectly happy with the way I look. From the way it sounds you are the one that has issues with your body: “I weigh 114lbs, and even THAT is too much for me.” If you can’t be happy at 114lbs with yourself, then clearly your weight is not your issue. But then again, IT’S NOT MY PLACE TO JUDGE YOU.
2) Speaking of “mirrors”, Remember, we are all mirror images of each other and what you don’t like in me, you see in yourself.
3) “I refuse to be nice just because this is Tumblr.” Yes, this might just be tumblr, but you should really think before you speak. You never know who you will insult, what kind of day they are having, and how would you feel if your one rude (and frankly unnecessary comment) was the one thing that pushed them over the edge?
Thank goodness I’m fat and have a thick skin to deal with such nonsense. Some other poor girl that you feel you need to ‘help’ might not be so lucky.
Do you know what horrifies me?
Not the girl in the picture. She is F I N E like damn.
But that the person who felt entitled to “call her out” is getting all kinds of support on her blog for being “honest” and “brave.”
Oh, Lord. Now we live in a world where it’s honest and brave to tell fat people that they’re fat? Was there some kind of paradigm shift that happened overnight? Because honey bunch, that is NOT the world I live in.
The world I live in is full of magazines that give you 100 tips to dress 10 pounds smaller, that suggest if you crash diet and lose 25 pounds in 2 weeks you’ll be both healthy and happier, that has shows dedicated to the dehumanization and hatred of fat people (The Biggest Loser, anyone?), that brainwashes people to believe that women need to be thin and if they’re not thin they’ve failed at everything else. This belief is so insidious and so prevalent and so toxic that some 1) 114lb girl hates herself and 2) projects that hatred onto happy fat people, and then 3) gets support for being brave and honest when she does so and someone points out that she has no right to.
I have nothing but empathy for people with body image troubles. I have them myself on the goddamn daily. And I’ve been able to develop a lot of empathy for people who feel entitled to comment on the bodies of others, because really, they’re just doing what they’ve been taught is okay to do. The stakes are so high for women — if you’re fat you’re undesirable and if you’re undesirable you’re worth nothing at all — that it’s possible to live in a constant state of fear that we’re right on the cusp of being worthless. Hell, fat people often believe they’re worthless all the time, so I can imagine the fear is there for thin people who’ve never been fat (some of them, maybe many of them) and I can imagine that fear becoming so huge that it feels like it’s small. That’s what has happened, anyway; that fear is so huge and such a massive part of our culture that it seems like it’s not even there. It’s everywhere, so you have to look hard to even see it.
So I get it. I get why people lash out, and believe that they’re just being helpful (or brave, or honest). But it’s not brave or honest to agree with a status quo that is both factually wrong and seething with hatred, both for ourselves and for others. There’s nothing brave or honest about that.
Maybe the question that you should be asking yourself, dear reader, is whether the fat girl’s really the thing you should be tearing down. Maybe, instead, that energy should be directed at the things and the people who are trying to shrink us down to nothing.
To add another side to this, while we’re talking about heavyset women being made to feel “inferior” for their size, I’d like to point out it goes the other way as well.
People like to point out that my sister and I are very alike but this is not the case - she’s all girly and I’m all fangirly, I think her music’s crap and she thinks mine is too, and we certainly don’t look alike since I got my hair cut all awesome. In particular, though, we are built very differently.
I refer to myself as ‘chunky’. I’ve got big boobs (she once told me that the part of your body you like the most is what you look for in a partner… she likes her eyes - lucky her, I like my boobs so I’ll probably end up with a guy with a pair of DD’s to match my own…), big hips, a square face and I’m very short (celebrated when I grew half an inch, to put me only just over five feet). She, on the other hand, is a skinny little streak of nothing (DT reference, I love that man!) with legs up to her armpits and a long face.
No matter what she eats, she never seems to put on weight. My family know this - we’ve seen her eat an entire pizza herself in one sitting, then get up for ice cream and the awesome sweet chilli Walkers Sensations crisps - but she got very upset after school one day, when a couple of kids in her class asked very bluntly “Are you anorexic?”
What kind of question is that to ask a thirteen year old?! “Do you have an eating disorder?” No. But now you’re making me question my weight, worry that my body is not ‘right’ and lowering my self-esteem to the pits of non-existence.
If it’s so good to be skinny, why does she worry that she’s too skinny? Sure, obesity is a problem: it puts strain on your heart, it lowers your energy, you feel lethargic and, unfortunately, you get people like the insensitive cow above commenting on how they can ‘fix’ you; but at the other end of the spectrum, it’s just as grim and causes just as much damage to mental and physical wellbeing.
If, like the gorgeous girl in the picture, you’re happy with your image then everyone else’s opinion of you does not even rank. My sister has felt much better about herself recently (if you’re wondering) and I, being chunky, love my body. We had an especial giggle at an episode of Russell Howard when the French comedian came on to do the guest stand-up and had written a little poem about the size of boobs, that “Bigger is not always better”. She was giggling at the idea of boys being all over me now for the big boobs (I realise that I’ve said ‘boobs’ a lot now!) - I responded that it would never happen unless they were all fictional - but she’d get them later when mine were all saggy and hers were still all perky.
Like I, and so many other have said, if you love your body, then no one else’s opinion of it matters. To those people who criticised Anne Hathaway’s heart-wrenching rendition of “I Dreamed A Dream”, I gave the following response (that I will paraphrase because I don’t think a body can be ‘note-perfect’… well, maybe it can, I don’t know) that fits quite perfectly here:
Just because it isn’t “conventionally” pretty doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful - it lends its own response to the situation that gives it far more meaning that anything [within the bounds of a ‘normal’ body image], and that makes it all the better for it
It’s December 21st.
The world is panicking.
The skies are red and in the distance, giant meteors are heading to Earth.
We are all going to die.
Suddenly, Tom Hiddleston emerges from the shadows.
His laugh creates a shield around the Earth, saving us all.
ask-skye-the-guardian-of-pranks:
i just wanted to post this~
The first thing I thought watching this movie was “OMG, Jack’s like what child!Loki must have been like”, then I felt very sad
