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Fat & Magnificent

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For body positivity, feminism, and human rights in general, follow me! I may also just post whatever the hell I want. Depends on the day. /endofsassyfatchick

the worst thing about being fat

I’ve been fat my whole life and the worst thing about being fat isn’t the chub rub, or buying clothes, or finding shoes wide enough, or bras digging into your rolls no matter the band size, or sucking it in to buckle your seatbelt just to have it fully extend and do that awful clicky thing, or finding jeans that fit at the waist AND the ankle, or constantly having to make yourself smaller for the rest of the world, or boob sweat, or shirts that fit everywhere but around the upper arms, or all the fucking skull and animal print clothes…it isn’t any of that.

by far, the worst things about being fat are the people who try to wedge themselves and their apparently exemplary bodies in between fat people and self-acceptance.

La Mulâtresse Solitude (1772-19 November 1802), was a slave rebel and heroine of the fight against slavery in Guadeloupe. Originally a slave, she was freed by the abolition of slavery in 1794 during the French revolution. When slavery was reintroduced on Guadeloupe by Napoleon in 1802, she joined Louis Delgrès call to fight for her freedom and took part in the Battle of the 18 May 1802. She was captured and executed by hanging after being granted to wait out her pregnancy. (Source)

I wonder what happened to her child?

Not to depress you, but she was considered a slave at the time and therefore her child would have been considered her owner’s property. She’s an amazing woman, but fuck, that’s so goddamn sad.

We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.

Hunter S. Thompson, The Proud Highway: Saga of a Desperate Southern Gentleman, 1955-1967 (via z-philosophy)

What does it feel like to be lonely? It feels like being hungry: like being hungry when everyone around you is readying for a feast. It feels shameful and alarming, and over time these feelings radiate outwards, making the lonely person increasingly isolated, increasingly estranged. It hurts, in the way that feelings do, and it also has physical consequences that take place invisibly, inside the closed compartments of the body. It advances, is what I’m trying to say, cold as ice and clear as glass, enclosing and engulfing.

Olivia Laing, The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone (via theglasschild)

last point of today: nobody can rock a bright yellow dress better than a DARK SKINNED woman 

like i mean…

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truly my aesthetic, idk about y’all

Yet we’re always told to never wear bright vibrant colors. 🙄

That contrast is phenomenal.

10/10 would also recommend bright ass blue.

Can somebody reblog this with a photoset of dark skinned women in bright ass blue dresses pls?

Yeah I can

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I love how much this blew up because it’s so positive and honestly we need more posts like this encouraging our dark skinned sisters

pinks too. dark skinned people look absolutely fantastic in pinks.