i can always count on sab to ruin my hopeful feelings.
the bet is on sab
you make me feel like i’m free again (by Sergio Heads)
Liza (by _agasha_)
You’re not worried about my health. If the health of strangers was a valid concern for you, you’d be more careful about where you blew your cigarette smoke. You wouldn’t have almost run down that skateboarder waiting to cross the curb. You’d cover your mouth when you cough to reduce the spread of infectious organisms.
This isn’t about your concerns for what society might lose if I drop dead. This is about the fact that you think I’m kind of gross. You’re socialised to think that fat people are disgusting. You’re taught that people like me are slow and stupid, that we don’t deserve to be treated like human beings. It takes a lot of work to overcome social conditioning, and often people try to dodge their conditioning by hiding it with something else. You want to tell me that you don’t care about my weight, you’re just ‘concerned.’
But you do care about my weight. You’re bothered by fatness because it disgusts you. Now push a little harder, please: why does fat disgust you?
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Jumpin', Jumpin' by Destiny's Child from "The Writing's On The Wall" Album
Destiny’s Child | Jumpin’, Jumpin’
goodnight, new york (by eyenowrite)
how does studying work
A closer look at Vettisfossen waterfall (by Atle Rønningen)
Who taught me to suck in my stomach,
or my cheeks?
Who told me to stand with my legs apart
and my hips thrust back
to create the illusion of a gap
between my thighs?
Who made me believe
that the most beautiful part of me
is my negative space?