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Let's talk about body love

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  • I love you larrygaga. You have such beautiful red hair and great skin and a stunning smile. Your eyes are captivating. I remember looking at your epics thinking, aw she's so so pretty! Why wouldn't she show more pictures of her face and body? I want to see her more.


    And I mean that in the least creepy way possible. You are a stunning woman! Put on a bikini and show us. I promise you we will come up with 100 compliments!

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  • Well, when I married DH, I weighed 130 lbs at 5"7".  Now I'm into plus sizes.  :-(
    I used to be in show business, and I'm glad I'm out of it.  The pressure of those ladies is terrible.
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  • Oh man!! TED talks.
    Here, you ladies need to see this: Amy Cuddy, Your Body Language Shapes Who You Are.  

    Every little thing you do to help break negative, useless feedback loops is a win!

    Then happy I, that love and am beloved 
    Where I may not remove nor be removed.

     --William Shakespeare (Sonnet 25)

  • I am 5'10" tall, I wear a size 10, and I weight 173lbs as of this morning. My drivers license says I weigh 145. Last time I weighed 145 I was 5'7 and not legally allowed to drive. 

    Why do I lie about my weight on my drivers license? Do the bouncers at bars care? My boss? A cop who pulls me over? And if they do care, if they look at me and say "She's fat" then look at my license and go "Oh, no wait, she's not, she only weighs 145, we're good here", why do I lie about my weight? It's so fucked up but also totally normal. I don't think I know a single woman with their real weight on their license. 

    My best friend is getting married in December, I'm the MOH. We all went and got our dresses picked out, and we went as a big group. When we first got there the consultant lady asked for our dress sizes, and of course...everyone else was a 6. Last time I wore a 6 the letter T came after it and even then I was like 4 because I have never been called small in my entire life. She told us, one size up from your street size. So I got a 12 to try on, and felt embarrassed. Then when we picked the dress it became obvious my boobs were not going to fit into a size 12 dress and I'd need a 14. When we went up front to order, again as a big group, I leaned in really close to whisper "Size 14", I wanted to declare "Just because of the boobs!" because I needed to justify a size 14. 

    I hate, hate hearing "Well I'm a big girl and that's ok because I landed a man" or "Men like thick chicks", my body is not ok because a man finds it fuckable. I have been sexually active since the age of 15, I know I can get guys to fuck me. I can get girls to fuck me. Getting fucked has never been a problem for me. My body is ok because it is my body. Because it houses my brain and my brain is fucking awesome. My body keeps my organs from just laying around on the ground. My body lets me run, and jump, and cheer, and scream, and go for walks, and dance, and sing, and act. My body lets me be hugged by my mother, feels my father's calloused hands when he teaches me something on a car. 

    And I still feel ashamed that I'm not a thin girl. My great uncle passed away last week and I looked at all the women on that side and I'm as tall as them but my god are they so thing. All tall with long limbs and slight hips. Breasts that didn't require under wire at the age of 10. I'm not ever gonna look like them. I could live on iced tea and laxatives and I still wouldn't fucking look like them and also I'd be fucking miserable because food is good. 

    I have stretchmarks on my hips and breasts. In junior high we started changing out for gym. I never had a problem just getting it done out in the open versus running into the bathroom with the other not thin girls. One of the thin tiny perfect girls saw my stretch marks and spent the rest of our school years together making fun of me for having them. 

    I don't have a thigh gap, my thighs are excellent friends and like to stick close together. My hip bones don't jut out, and neither does my clavicle or my spine or...anything. All of my bones stay neatly covered by skin and muscle and fat. I still rock my binki at the pool. I still wear short-shorts and mini skirts and low cut tops because fuck it. I'm 5'10 173lbs and there isn't a fucking thing wrong with it.
  • My weight isn't accurate on my driver's license because I'm just really too lazy to change it. I don't give a shit who knows my weight. Last time I talked them into using the same pictures because I didn't want to bother with having a new one taken. 

    Since I'm moving out of state in a couple months and I'll have to get an entirely different license, I'm sure I'll have to update all those things. But 125lbs vs 145lbs is not something I can work up any kind of stress about. Who cares? 
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