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23; Poland; editor/verifier+translator; intj; 5 with 4 wing; prone to falling into new fandoms
Stop telling women that we should find ourselves beautiful and that we should love ourselves when you are standing right there, judging us on how our knees look in short skirts and how prominent our boobs are in a sweater and how much makeup we are or are not wearing.
Instead of us working harder on “love your body” and “find your inner beauty”, the rest of the world should be working harder on “stop telling women their bodies are a shameful place to live but that if they’re strong enough, they will learn to embrace that shame.”
This is my body. It’s not “beautiful”. I don’t “love it”. I don’t have to. I don’t have to have any strong feelings about my body. And whatever feelings I do have are not somehow invalid if they’re not glowing reviews.
Elyse Mofo, “Don’t Tell Me to Love My Body”
This shit needs to be said more often.
(via joydivisions)
(Source: nightrevelations)
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For the ever-helpful vbfdoee, who asked Feuilly how Poland avoided the Black Death. As far as I know, there aren’t really established answers to this question, right? — and avoid is a very strong word to use — but HEY COMBEFERRE LEAVE FEUILLY ALONE, HE’S NOT TEACHING THE CHILDREN HISTORY, HE’S TEACHING THEM TO DREAM
