I mean this in the non-Britney Spears way.
My disabled body is BEAUTIFUL.
When I was sixteen years old, I was diagnosed with a chronic pain disorder, and for the past six years it has gotten gradually worse, going from something that caused discomfort to something that caused severe pain as well as a whole assortment of other not-so-fun side effects.
Somewhere between my diagnosis and now, I started hating my body. I had spent years on diets, having never been happy with it to begin with, but I began to learn a new lesson: it is hard to love your body when it is at war with itself.
I’ve recently began to rethink my relationship with my body, and I’ve come to one major conclusion: my body is on my side. I can hate the disorder that has done this to me, but my body and I are fighting these battles together, so I shouldn’t hate it.
I’m disabled. But that doesn’t change the fact that I am gorgeous.
This is beautifulStopHatingYourBody
Quick, messy graphic to explain a concept that seems obvious to me:
We shouldn’t be helping women because they’re related to someone else. We shouldn’t be helping women because someone else cares about them. We should be helping women because they are people.
We should be helping women for their own sake.
Why is that a hard concept for people to grasp?
(via grrrl-mirari)Welcome to the degeneration of my mind.
Making some armor for my brother for DragonCon. I’ll post the progress I make and the final results, too! :)
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F U C K Bi Tc He S Ge Tm O Ne Y
You’re not friends. You’ll never be friends. You’ll be in love till it kills you both. You’ll fight and you’ll shag and you’ll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you’ll never be friends. Love isn’t brains, children, it’s blood. Blood screaming inside you to work its will. I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.Spike
As long as women’s natural body hair is called disgusting and inappropriate while men’s isn’t, I am a feminist.
As long as I can’t watch an episode of a popular sitcom without having to sit through multiple sexist comments or “jokes”, I am a feminist.
As long as women have to face the rational fear of being sexually assaulted every time they walk home past dark while men don’t, I am a feminist.
As long as misogyny exists in any country in this world, I am a feminist.
As long as women are being raped, then stoned to death or forced to marry their rapist, I am a feminist.
As long as companies promote men to manager when there are women who are equally as or better qualified, because they find that men look more authoritative, I am a feminist.
As long as women (her choice of clothes, her friendly nature, her weakness, her choice to drink alcohol) get blamed when men rape them, I am a feminist.
As long women’s opinions on online social networks are dismissed with phrases like “tits or gtfo”, “get back to the kitchen”, “are you pms’ing?”, I am a feminist.
As long as dressing like a women is degrading for men and as long as men are insulted with phrases like “you throw like a woman, ”clearly implying that being like a woman is shameful, I am a feminist.
As long as both men are women are expected to work, but taking care of children and the household are still largely considered a woman’s job, I am a feminist.
As long as boys and girls are treated differently, expected to act differently, and surrounded by different toys and colours from the day they are born, I am a feminist.
As long as topless women aren’t allowed in public unless they’re on the cover of a men’s magazine, I am a feminist.
As long as women who have sex frequently are generally told they are “sluts,” “lacking self-respect,” and “lacking morals” by both men and women, while men who frequently have sex are “just being men” and it’s “natural for them,” I am a feminist.
As long as there are places where women have to pay more for health insurance than men, I am a feminist.
As long as men experience situations with equal gender representation as female-dominated, and don’t consider a group discussion equal unless there are significantly more men then women participants (as has been proven), I am a feminist.
As long as there are men who think it’s their wife or girlfriend’s duty to have sex with him whenever he wants, I am a feminist.
As long as the word feminism (“the movement aimed at equal rights for women”) has a negative connotation, I am a feminist.
As long as misogynist people exist, I am a feminist.