love yo body day bitches
"it's love yer body day, ladies"
LOVE YOUR BODY!!!
if you don't like my soapbox then fuck you cuz i'm about to step up on it
i'm so goddamn sick and tired of looking around and seeing some of the most beautiful girls i've ever had the pleasure of gazing upon suffer. Sick and tired, i say! i don't think my exclamation point gets enough use on this subject. overweight? fuck that.
i'm 5'1 and a size 5. You can't be 5'1 and a size 5! So I asked the clerk why, and she said "they don't make clothes that small and wide." So i guess i'm what's seen as "chubby"? Then so-the fuck-what
i'm not going to apologize and i'm not going to euphemize. i'm not broad, i'm not rubenesque, i'm not zaftig or big boned. maybe it's just my hips but who gives a shit.
the news is chock full of tips on fighting obesity lately. and if you ask me, it's too little too late, you dirty media fucks.
The world was starting to grow a little bit. the waistband of humanity was starting to elasticize. remember? t.v. commercials for plus sized clothes? special hygeine products to better fit your bigger body? fat girls baring it all in porn? The housewife literary market was flooded with books like "Good in Bed." Life was gaining weight! for a second there the corporate assholes were starting to realize that the majority of us consumer drones aren't a size 3.. or even a size 13 for that matter.
but now, all of a sudden, society has realized that people are gaining confidence and because of that confidence--strength. BUT, the man looked down from his high and mighty seat, saw a fat girl in a bikini and gagged. Well, wait a second, we don't like that, do we? we don't like people to feel good about themselves and take their money out of the diet industry. we don't like plastic surgeons getting shunned and lyposuction taking a dive. the world at large doesn't like it when we chose to go out to dinner instead of going for a stomach stapling
let's all say it together now...fuck you!
my body is my temple, douchebags, and i'll do with it what i like. If that means having a second piece of cake, fuck you. If that means having a third piece of cake, well fuck you with frosting on top.
i refuse to stay calm when you ask me if i really need that fatty food. "yes i need it, bitch. i picked it up didn't i?" my tummy says yes, and guess what? so does my mind. Oprah says nothing tastes as good as being thin feels, well that snotty slut obviously hasn't tasted my gram's strawberry cheesecake.
my cholesterol is perfect. my blood pressure is perfect. my weight 115 pounds, which is 20 pounds more than what i see as i walk down the halls of my school, walking down the street, etc.. on other girls twice my age. but 115 is PERFECT.. not "chubby".
and guess what? if i can be confident with my three digits of a-s-s and my big hips, then damnit, so can you!
there is nothing special about me. i repeat, not a goddamn thing.
wait, maybe there is something special about me.
i'm supple, you assholes. and i like it that way.
now ladies of livejournal land, let me address you. forgive me if i sound a little mister rogers over here, but i like you just the way you are.
i like the slope of your hips, i like your scars, your stretch marks, i like t-shirt you're wearing. i'd do you in a box, i'd do you with a fox. you are all so beautiful. and i'm not talking about your insides. i'm talking about in the most primal and physical ways.
just do me a favor, would you? be confident for one day. make "fuck you!" your mantra. eat what you want, wear what you want. look in the mirror and smile. for me, okay?
love your body
cuz i fucking love mine
chubby? chubby my ass. i'm perfect to myself and that's all the really fuckin matters.
LOVE YOUR BODY!!!
if you don't like my soapbox then fuck you cuz i'm about to step up on it
i'm so goddamn sick and tired of looking around and seeing some of the most beautiful girls i've ever had the pleasure of gazing upon suffer. Sick and tired, i say! i don't think my exclamation point gets enough use on this subject. overweight? fuck that.
i'm 5'1 and a size 5. You can't be 5'1 and a size 5! So I asked the clerk why, and she said "they don't make clothes that small and wide." So i guess i'm what's seen as "chubby"? Then so-the fuck-what
i'm not going to apologize and i'm not going to euphemize. i'm not broad, i'm not rubenesque, i'm not zaftig or big boned. maybe it's just my hips but who gives a shit.
the news is chock full of tips on fighting obesity lately. and if you ask me, it's too little too late, you dirty media fucks.
The world was starting to grow a little bit. the waistband of humanity was starting to elasticize. remember? t.v. commercials for plus sized clothes? special hygeine products to better fit your bigger body? fat girls baring it all in porn? The housewife literary market was flooded with books like "Good in Bed." Life was gaining weight! for a second there the corporate assholes were starting to realize that the majority of us consumer drones aren't a size 3.. or even a size 13 for that matter.
but now, all of a sudden, society has realized that people are gaining confidence and because of that confidence--strength. BUT, the man looked down from his high and mighty seat, saw a fat girl in a bikini and gagged. Well, wait a second, we don't like that, do we? we don't like people to feel good about themselves and take their money out of the diet industry. we don't like plastic surgeons getting shunned and lyposuction taking a dive. the world at large doesn't like it when we chose to go out to dinner instead of going for a stomach stapling
let's all say it together now...fuck you!
my body is my temple, douchebags, and i'll do with it what i like. If that means having a second piece of cake, fuck you. If that means having a third piece of cake, well fuck you with frosting on top.
i refuse to stay calm when you ask me if i really need that fatty food. "yes i need it, bitch. i picked it up didn't i?" my tummy says yes, and guess what? so does my mind. Oprah says nothing tastes as good as being thin feels, well that snotty slut obviously hasn't tasted my gram's strawberry cheesecake.
my cholesterol is perfect. my blood pressure is perfect. my weight 115 pounds, which is 20 pounds more than what i see as i walk down the halls of my school, walking down the street, etc.. on other girls twice my age. but 115 is PERFECT.. not "chubby".
and guess what? if i can be confident with my three digits of a-s-s and my big hips, then damnit, so can you!
there is nothing special about me. i repeat, not a goddamn thing.
wait, maybe there is something special about me.
i'm supple, you assholes. and i like it that way.
now ladies of livejournal land, let me address you. forgive me if i sound a little mister rogers over here, but i like you just the way you are.
i like the slope of your hips, i like your scars, your stretch marks, i like t-shirt you're wearing. i'd do you in a box, i'd do you with a fox. you are all so beautiful. and i'm not talking about your insides. i'm talking about in the most primal and physical ways.
just do me a favor, would you? be confident for one day. make "fuck you!" your mantra. eat what you want, wear what you want. look in the mirror and smile. for me, okay?
love your body
cuz i fucking love mine
chubby? chubby my ass. i'm perfect to myself and that's all the really fuckin matters.