azazelins asked:

I really do love chubby guys!! So fluffy and kind. Like teddy bears <3 And all the ladies too! Big thighs, big asses, big boobs, big tumtum, you're all beautiful because you're WOMEN and you're GODDESSES. Thank you for this movement!!

me too girl . love them ☺️

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“Dear Lupita,” it reads, “I think you’re really lucky to be this Black but yet this successful in Hollywood overnight. I was just about to buy Dencia’s Whitenicious cream to lighten my skin when you appeared on the world map and saved me.”
My heart bled a little when I read those words. I could never have guessed that my first job out of school would be so powerful in and of itself and that it would propel me to be such an image of hope in the same way that the women of The Color Purple were to me.
I remember a time when I too felt unbeautiful. I put on the TV and only saw pale skin, I got teased and taunted about my night-shaded skin. And my one prayer to God, the miracle worker, was that I would wake up lighter-skinned. The morning would come and I would be so excited about seeing my new skin that I would refuse to look down at myself until I was in front of a mirror because I wanted to see my fair face first. And every day I experienced the same disappointment of being just as dark as I had been the day before. I tried to negotiate with God: I told him I would stop stealing sugar cubes at night if he gave me what I wanted; I would listen to my mother’s every word and never lose my school sweater again if he just made me a little lighter. But I guess God was unimpressed with my bargaining chips because He never listened.
And when I was a teenager my self-hate grew worse, as you can imagine happens with adolescence. My mother reminded me often that she thought that I was beautiful but that was no consolation: She’s my mother, of course she’s supposed to think I am beautiful. And then Alek Wek came on the international scene. A celebrated model, she was dark as night, she was on all of the runways and in every magazine and everyone was talking about how beautiful she was. Even Oprah called her beautiful and that made it a fact. I couldn’t believe that people were embracing a woman who looked so much like me as beautiful. My complexion had always been an obstacle to overcome and all of a sudden, Oprah was telling me it wasn’t. It was perplexing and I wanted to reject it because I had begun to enjoy the seduction of inadequacy. But a flower couldn’t help but bloom inside of me. When I saw Alek I inadvertently saw a reflection of myself that I could not deny. Now, I had a spring in my step because I felt more seen, more appreciated by the far away gatekeepers of beauty, but around me the preference for light skin prevailed. To the beholders that I thought mattered, I was still unbeautiful. And my mother again would say to me, “You can’t eat beauty. It doesn’t feed you.” And these words plagued and bothered me; I didn’t really understand them until finally I realized that beauty was not a thing that I could acquire or consume, it was something that I just had to be.
And what my mother meant when she said you can’t eat beauty was that you can’t rely on how you look to sustain you. What is fundamentally beautiful is compassion for yourself and for those around you. That kind of beauty enflames the heart and enchants the soul. It is what got Patsey in so much trouble with her master, but it is also what has kept her story alive to this day. We remember the beauty of her spirit even after the beauty of her body has faded away.
And so I hope that my presence on your screens and in the magazines may lead you, young girl, on a similar journey. That you will feel the validation of your external beauty but also get to the deeper business of being beautiful inside. There is no shade to that beauty.


On the chair of St. Magdalena she, the Vicar of Christ, sits with all the Princesses of the Church arrayed about her. God speaks through her, thunders through her devout but never demure body, armies of pacification ride beneath her banners, god-fearing monarchs petition her for their crowns, and thousands fall to their knees when she walks out into the sun and raises her hands to the heavens. She is the Church, and outside of her, there is no salvation.


⚜ We’re all looking glasses, we girls, existing only to reflect their images back to them as they’d like to be seen. Hollow vessels of girls to be rinsed of our own ambitions, wants, and opinions, just waiting to be filled with the cool, tepid water of gracious compliance. A fissure forms in the vessel. I’m cracking open.”  ⚜ 

A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray

Have you noticed how men talk to you differently?" said Lofty shyly.
“Talk?” said Polly. “They listen to you differently, too.”
“They don’t keep looking at you all the time,” said Shufti. “You know what I mean. You’re just a… another person. If a girl walked down the street wearing a sword a man would try to take it off her.”
“Wi’ trolls, we ain’t allowed to carry clubs,” said Jade. “Only large rocks. An’ it ain’t right for a girl to wear lichen. ‘cos der boys say bald is modest. Had to rub bird doin’s inna my head to grow this lot.”
That was quite a long speech for a troll.
“We didn’t know that,” said Polly. “Er… trolls all look the same to us, more of less.”
“I’m nat’rally craggy,” said Jade. “I don’t see why I should polish.”
“There is a difference,” said Shufti. “I think it’s the socks. I’s like they pull you forward all the time. It’s like the whole world spins around your socks.
—  Monstrous Regiment, Terry Pratchett

and it rings in the day, and it rings in the evening
oh, i could pray but it won’t stop you leaving
shadow in black, you are grim from your reaping
oh, can’t you spare just a day for the weeping?

Of royal weddings … by *Drisela


required listening omg. this is a fully a cappella cover of super junior’s “mr simple” by the iranian musician alaa wardi (based in saudi arabia) and the korean-vietnamese comedian wonho chung (based in the united arab emirates). it’s probably the coolest thing you’ll hear all day (especially if you’re in kpop fandom what, should i apologise for saying this).

oh, and alaa wardi is MAD talented (and a really great singer himself), so when you’re done giving this a spin, spend some more time at his channel. you won’t regret it.

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