Ostatnio w ogóle rzadko cokolwiek czuję. Kilka razy płakałam, ale ogólnie jestem pusta, jakby chilurgicznie usunięto to wszystko, co odpowiada za emocje, ból, śmiech i miłość. Jakby została tylko pusta skorupa
She is oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus. The same elements that are inside the rest of us, but I can’t help thinking she’s more than that and she’s got other elements going on that no one’s ever heard of, ones that make her stand apart from everybody else.
can we talk about the amazing body positivity and diversity WWE is literally FULL of
i mean we have little tiny gals who are built AF
and we have tall, curvy ladies who will mess you up and look amazing doing it
and we have ladies with adorable kid-friendly aesthetics who are there to have a good time
and then there’s the hardcore punk gals who are NOT messing around
we have your conventionally pretty ladies
and your impressive AF ladies
and even adorable-as-hell ladies you will never see coming
and you will never ONCE hear an announcer (male OR female) say a word about these women’s bodies or appearance or rude euphemisms or anything even remotely of that nature
no–instead, the announcers can’t say enough about how amazingly talented these wonderful women are, their impressive athleticism, their heart, their fire, their drive. not what they find attractive about these gals or how much they like watching them or any number of other less complimentary things
they talk about the things that make these women athletes. what makes them the best of the best. what makes them FIGHTERS.
like i don’t even care what you think about WWE or if you think it’s silly or fake (which, duh, it is) or whatever else
if you don’t think this is refreshing as hell then i’m sorry but you’re wrong