My bubbe has to wear a binder because she just had breast surgery. I have bound alot of people in my life, but never a 72 year old woman.
Her binder is pink with little yellow flowers. I know a lot of guys who would be totally jealous.
Why is there a lack of brown plus sized and curvy bodies on tumblr? Or am i just unaware of the tumblrs that do post them? Because every reblog on the curvy plus sized blogs i follow for the last few days has been of white plus sized girls.
Am i right?
I follow so many fat people of color!!!! Follow them, they are great. (Not all identify as women, so I changed the WOC to POC)
Me and my boyfriend have been seeing each other for about a year now and I recently found out I’m pregnant..
It was the scariest thing of my life.. I was paralyzed with fear. I wish I had the means to keep the baby but I just don’t.. We aren’t ready to be parents and adoption would mean my abusive dad finding out. I fear for both my life and my boyfriends if this were to happen.
So we decided together the only option is to abort the pregnancy. I’m so scared and lost. I have cried for nights about this, don’t think I’m heartless.
Please understand, and help me. The link is on my tumblr. I just don’t have the money.. The abortion will be $500.. There is no funding in my state thanks to Scott walker.
Donate $1 and help me out, I will forever be in gratitude. I love you all.
i dont care what your fucking views are on abortion, if you are going to shame this girl i hope you burn to a nice, even crisp in hell.
TW: Fat Shaming, Body Shame Femma, I really want to do the Fatshion in June thing, but I'm really nervous about it. I have very high self esteem, but people still judge me and look at me weird and even my own family tells me I can't wear crop tops. Do you have any tips on how to keep my head up/ telling people to politely fuck off?
To be honest, sometimes we have to do our vanity in private. If your family makes me feel bad for wearing crop tops, bring them with you to school and don’t wear them around your family. Self care is number one, so only wear things if they will make you feel better.
That being said, I think posting your outfits online and getting positive feedback might really help keep your head up. You are damn gorgeous, and deserve to feel that way all the time!!
I have been told time and time again that I cannot wear summer clothing, because it shows too much of my fat body. The valleys and hills of my body make people uncomfortable, so the solution is to cover them up.
I won’t allow other people’s insecurities to influence my clothing choices anymore.
Every day in June I will be taking pictures of my outfits. Short shorts, minis, bikinis, crop tops - I will wear anything and everything I want to.
This blog is to document the challenge. Others who are participating can feel free to submit your outfits as well!
We will be hot and fat and perfect in our summer skin.
My first official outfit post will be this Friday, June 1st. Follow this blog to see my posts, as well as others who submit!
In second grade when this white girl with the pointiest nose, told me I needed a nose job. I didn’t even know what nose jobs were, but I covered my face for the remainder of the day. Maybe there was something wrong with me.
When summer nights smelled like fresh popcorn, sticky floors, and pretentious laughter. I had a thing for butterfinger candy bars and they had a thing for my molars. Teeth which I now grind in the middle of the night because those moments of light and airy childish excitement no longer exist.
When boys were entirely too shy to talk to me or hold my hand, but would call and ask me to fuck them because something about my body said test the limits and was undeserving of friendly conversation. I was already the world’s to use and no one remembered my name.
Arguing with sparse chin hairs and cracking/dropping voices during late nights, tripping all over my tongue and theirs because the lines so easily blurred but they couldn’t actually face me. They couldn’t look at my scarred face and my scarred hands and comprehend any and/or all of it as human. Just a curvy monster. A curvy ghost with pursed lips, knock-knees, and pigeoned toes. Even after all of that money momma spent on trying to make my shell perfect, nothing seemed to matter.
I wondered about their parents, or their older siblings; If they ever taught them to respect all girlwomen or people or just the light-skinned skinny ones, not the blackityblack blotchy-skinned ones with big bodies and small voices. Not the ones who got used as punching bags six out of seven days while maneuvering around remaining invisible with bells on. Or maybe it was the television. Or maybe there was something wrong with me.
I see you with your 5 o’clock shadows, your outfits held together with safety pins and strategically placed belts, your leather and your florals and the snarl on your faces and I can’t keep my heart from bursting.