Real Women Aren’t Defined by a Size

So, I made a post on Facebook about the #VictoriasSecretFashionShow.
Here ya go.

"After the Victoria’s Secret Fashion show, a lot of people are saying that women who are 5’9" and 125 lbs aren’t "real" and that "real" women have curves. Well, I match the former description, and trust me, I’m about as real as it gets. There’s not a size that you have to be to be a "real" woman. One’s reality is not determined by one’s physical size. 
So, stop saying that I’m not real.”

In response, I found subtweets about how stupid I am and how dumb this argument is.

Well, I’m so sorry that you don’t live in my life and don’t understand. Really I am. Because being called aneorexic weekly is such a hoot. Because having people roll their eyes when you get a healthy meal is such fun. Because being constantly told that you can’t have an opinion on body issues because you’re skinny and that you can’t feel insecure when you do is really the best feeling around. Going to the gym and having people telling you to stop because you’re already too skinny is great. I’m sorry you’re missing out on this. Because of my body type, people feel entitled to comment on my lifestyle constantly. But, unlike yours, they get to do it to my face because I’m skinny and that makes it okay. Seriously. 

Like almost every other female out there, I have had body issues. Repeatedly having people tell me that real women have curves doesn’t exactly help. If you have curves, that’s awesome. You do you, girl. I don’t though, and there is nothing that I can do that will make my body gain weight. Trust me, I’ve tried. Don’t tell me that my argument is stupid. Don’t use the word feminist as a debaser. And, don’t fucking subtweet if you have something to say to my face. 

there's sun on the horizon: Moment by Vincent Guilliano

Let him wish his life
For the sorrows of a stone
Never knowing the first thread
Of these
Never knowing the pain of ice
As its crystals slowly grow
Needless pressing in on the heart

To live forever
And never feel a thing
To wait a million lifetimes
Only to erode and become sand
Wish not for the…

based-on-fiction:

I choose to believe this is the truth. 

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When I started transition, almost 14 years ago, I imagined, I had this fantasy, that I would start taking hormones and in a few years, I was gonna blend in and no one would ever know that I was trans. I could just live my life undetected. And I knew a lot of trans folks like that, it was presented as the goal of transitioning. 

When I realized that I wasn’t blending in effortlessly, I had to sort of to reevaluate things for myself. I had to begin to think about and I’ve begin to own this transgender thing. It became something that I had to say, "Well, this is who I am." (x)

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deadlypineapple:

as-seenon-tv:

Phineas and Ferb: Mission Marvel

GOD WERE THEY FUCKING TRYING TO GET EVERYONE ON TUMBLRS ATTENTION?!?

WELL THEY DID

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buzzfeed:

These maps will change how you see the world. 

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dorkly:

Batman’s Retirement
He’s got the pension he needs, not the one he deserves.

dorkly:

Batman’s Retirement


He’s got the pension he needs, not the one he deserves.

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californiajones:

zelroid:

melrosediner:

anonymousjuice:

teasingjezebelle:

an0m0ly:

This is not my usual post. But it’s something I had to share. As you read this, imagine how your reaction would differ if this story were being told by a woman, talking about how her husband treated her.

I have been separated from my wife for over a year, though we continue to share a house. We live on separate floors. We share the house because we need to parent our son together, and because we can’t afford to maintain two households.

I’d like to tell you a story, illustrating one reason why I am divorcing her. This is an example of the treatment I have received over the past fourteen years.

This evening, while she was drinking her wine, my estranged wife took exception to the fact that I wanted to talk about how tense she’s been. She said she didn’t want to talk about it.

I left the room (so as to comply with her request).

I went upstairs to use our tiny guest bathroom. She began to yell and throw things around the kitchen, then eventually charged up the stairs and into the bathroom, just as I was finishing and getting ready to leave. She confronted me there, holding her half-full wine glass in her hand. Her voice got louder, her gestures wilder. 

She complained that I had upset her by wanting to talk when she had told me she didn’t want to talk. As I began to feel uncomfortable, I said, “You’re saying it’s my fault you can’t express your emotions responsibly like an adult?”

She said, “Yes!! It’s because you want to go off and take a vacation with your girlfriend!” Then she threw the contents of her glass in my face and smashed it against my bare chest.

The results are pictured here.

I stood there, with shattered glass at my feet, glass shards sticking in my skin, bleeding, for five minutes or so. I asked her to move so that I could leave. She waved the broken stem of the glass in the air and said, “Leave!! Who’s stopping you?”

I told her she was standing between me and the door. I felt threatened. 

She laughed and said, “You’re 6 foot 3 and 250 pounds! You can’t feel threatened by me!”

I said, “You just broke a glass on my chest and cut me. You’re standing there with the stem in your hands. Yes. I feel threatened.

She said, “No, you don’t.”

I asked her to move out of the way and let me pass. I didn’t want her to think I was pushing her or threatening her.

She held her ground, waved the broken stem and shouted, “Go on! Leave! I’m not stopping you!”

After I asked her repeatedly, she finally moved a bit and I left, carefully stepping over the broken glass.

I have posted this here as evidence, and to help those who may think that size and gender make a difference when abuse is concerned. People who, like my estranged, think some have permission to feel threatened and some don’t.

Abusers come in all sizes and genders.

She and I went to a half dozen therapists over the years. At each initial session, every therapist took a look at me, then at her (5’4” 150 lbs.). Then he or she would gravely ask my wife, “Do you feel safe?”

None ever thought to ask me.

Thanks for listening.

Because this needs to be shared. Because abuse is wrong no matter what. Because this saddens my heart.

honestly, fuck tumblr. if this was a woman this would be the only thing on my dash.

with that being said, fuck people who think that women are the only ones that can be abused in a relationship. and fuck crazy women, as well.

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sasslinsky:

athee-fille:

took me a bit to realize how fucked up this actually is

JUST SAY OPTION C, MEANS THE LETTER A COME ON

sasslinsky:

athee-fille:

took me a bit to realize how fucked up this actually is

JUST SAY OPTION C, MEANS THE LETTER A COME ON

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Seriously though, I have such a thing for Rooney Mara’s Lisbeth Salander and Laura Prepon’s Alex Vause. It’s probably time to dye my hair dark again. Yep.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to dye my hair black again and grow it out because of my immense crush on Laura Prepon’s character in Orange Is the New Black. Alex Vause is such hot shit.

I’m pretty sure I’m going to dye my hair black again and grow it out because of my immense crush on Laura Prepon’s character in Orange Is the New Black. Alex Vause is such hot shit.

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thelostloser:

with-suicide-on-my-mind:

stop-hodoring:

masslyeffective:

spangledmystars:

I can’t click my reblog button hard enough

It’s not just the ladies who get insecure, it’s all of us.  It’s a human trait, yo.

Fricken’ beautiful. Everything that I want to say about this has been said in the post above me.

Depression Blog *TRIGGER WARNING*

i think i just found my all time favorite post

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the-absolute-funniest-posts:

John ….what…what are you saying
image 

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think-progress:

Until last week, the official policy of one Virginia city was to assume all rape victims were lying. 

think-progress:

Until last week, the official policy of one Virginia city was to assume all rape victims were lying. 

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