[TRIGGER WARNING- mentions depression, sexuality, hormone disorder]

Kaya - US 14/16

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I love this picture of me because I don’t look skinny in it, I look absolutely wonderful, squeezable, huggable, and fierce as hell.

It’s taken me a while to accept myself and my differences from other women (my sexuality, size, depression, PCOS) but I’ve finally made it to a place of absolute love,peace, and confidence.

I love me. I love my thick curves, my stretch marks, and my soft tummy.

Bless this blog and all the beautiful women who grace its pages.

Starting my first year of grad school in a new city thousands of miles from home. Promised myself that I will not sacrifice my body to the white academy. I will honor my inherited stories while engaging in different/new modes of thinking. I will not forget practices in gratitude and self-care because fat brown femmes need to survive and thrive in academia.

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Hello my lovely bunnies 🐰

This Is my second submission ! 

Again I’m a size 16/18 in us sizes ! 

I’m a cosmetologist ! And I love my curvy body but I would love to know or get some ideas where to buy some good clothes that fit me and make me feel fabulous !

Any suggestions would be so greatly appreciated ladies !

Feel free to come by and chat  I’m just a giant goof ball :P

Stay beautiful loves (: 

Submitted by heartmeansabsolutelyeverything.tumblr.com

"They say I’m a beast. And feast on it. When all along, 
I thought that’s what a woman was. They say I’m a bitch. 
Or witch. I’ve claimed
 the same and never winced. They say I’m a macha, hell on wheels,
 viva-la-vulva, fire and brimstone,
 man-hating, devastating, 
boogey-woman lesbian.
 Not necessarily,
 but I like the compliment. The mob arrives with stones and sticks 
to maim and lame and do me in.
 All the same, when I open my mouth, 
they wobble like gin. Diamonds and pearls 
tumble from my tongue or toads and serpents, depending on the mood I’m in. I like the itch I provoke.
 The rustle of rumor 
like crinoline. I am the woman of myth and bullshit.
 (True. I authored some of it.) 
I built my little house of ill repute.
 Brick by brick. Labored,
 loved and masoned it. I live like so. 
Heart as sail, ballast, rudder, bow.
 Rowdy. Indulgent to excess.
 My sin and success—
I think of me to gluttony. By all accounts I am
 a danger to society. 
I’m Pancha Villa. I break laws,
 upset the natural order,
 anguish the Pope and make fathers cry.
 I am beyond the jaw of law.
 I’m la desperada, most-wanted public enemy.
 My happy picture grinning from the wall. I strike terror among the men. 
I can’t be bothered what they think. 
!Que se vayan a la ching chang chong!
 For this, the cross, the Calvary. 
In other words, I’m anarchy. I’m an aim-well, 
shoot-sharp,
 sharp-tongued,
 sharp-thinking,
 fast-speaking, 
foot-loose,
loose-tongued, 
let-loose,
 woman-on-the-loose. 
Loose woman.
 Beware, honey. I’m Bitch. Beast. Macha. 
!Wachale!
 Ping! Ping! Ping!
 I break things."  

-Sandra Cisneros

submitted by: lipstick-and-guilt

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