(hello, yes, im turtle garbage and i like leaving this jerk confused cus i love him and its late)
You’re sitting on a far corner of the couch in the lair, away from the boys who currently are ogling some hot chick on TV. Which wasn’t all that abnormal, but with the funk you currently are in, it’s just grating on your nerves. No one notices really, because, well, you’re always quiet. So, who knew the difference between sulking and just sitting there?
The whole reason you were in this slump to begin with was a simple cut on your cheek from training with master splinter. You were always distracted, never wanted to talk to him about it as he offered, but you always thought about it and over thought on it. Mikey had been the only one to even mention it when the group had gotten back from patrol, and innocently he’d kissed it ‘to make it better’. Which under normal circumstances, would have been a cute gesture. However, you’d had about thirty minutes of self-seclusion to over think on it and the current TV situation was just adding fuel to the flame. And then that was it, you snapped.
Not in a psychotic way, but you’d simply had enough and spoke up in a snotty tone.
“You would like a slutty girl like that.”
All four boys looked over at you with mild surprise. Even Donny who wasn’t even paying attention to the TV.
“What?” Leo asked, clearly confused why you would say something like that at all.
You scrunched your nose and showed some teeth in disgust at the situation, “I dunno, it just is so typical. You and Raph are the type of guys who would only pay attention to hour glass bodies in too-tight-too-short dresses.” None of them said anything but exchanged confused looks. In the whole year and a half your homeless ass had crashed with them, never had you sounded so disgusted or annoyed, and that includes the time Mikey knocked you into a pool of sewage while trying to teach you how to navigate down there.
You huffed in annoyance and gripped at the sleeves of your high school hoody. It was a small comfort when you had nothing, it had always been so soft on the inside and warm enough to keep the chill off. “Guys always look at girls like that, the ones who look like they’d sleep with any one given half a chance.”
“Well aren’t you pissy.” Raph spoke up, he sounded more amused with your irritation than angry, but you could hear the small bit of it that dared you to direct anything at him. So, you did. Of corse. After all, he was why you were pissy any way.
“Oh Jesus Christ Raph, you have fucking comics and magazines and posted of half-naked chicks like that all over. Of course, I’m pissy!” There it was, the shift from amused to angry. It was plain as day on his face, but buttons must be pushed. “I mean, hell, I get it. Your strong and built for a chick like that. I know you’ve never been to a high school, just you really are a Jock at heart. You deserve a dumb ass cheerleader. I mean, hell, I’ve seen you watch April, and she’s pretty close. Tiny waist, nice hips. Too bad she doesn’t have the boobs your posters do, or I bet you’d make an enemy out of Donny real quick.”
Clearly agitated, you half pulled your hair, half scratched at your scalp. Yeah, half of this was jealousy, but it really was annoying to constantly be reminded of what you can never look like. You had a shape similar to them, but it came with a whole lot of extra. At least to you it seemed that way. Usually you just hid it under your hoody and cargo pants though. Baggy clothes could hide anything if you tried hard enough. But it wasn’t just that, you were in no way the pretty girl every guy wanted; even a mutated one. You hated the feeling of makeup, couldn’t even afford it if you wanted it, never really did anything with your hair, weren’t exactly stupid, but definitely weren’t smart enough to make up for how you looked either.
Mikey and Donny had eased away from the about-to-be-fight, leaving poor Leo to squish himself into the couch as best he could. They all knew Raph wouldn’t start a fight with you, but it was awkward to be around, especially since 99% of the time you were the compliant one and hardly argued with anything or anyone ever. Leo was clearly dying on the inside and at a loss at what to do or say and it was too late to get up and move away from between the two of you or he’d get stuck in the cross hair somehow.
“And you know me so well do ya?” Raph had his hands clutched but you didn’t notice, you were focused on the stare down between the two of you.
“I know your type.”
“My type!?” His hollering caused the sensitive TV to lose its vertical hold, “I have a type!? Look at me! I’m not a fucking Jock, I’m a god damned turtle!”
“Human, Turtle, Still the same thing. Both are dicks who only care about how someone looks.”
“Are you serious right now!?”
Raph had only meant to move the table out of the way but managed to flip the whole thing over in his hurried anger. Screw it though, everyone was more or less used to that kind of behavior from him anyway. Or he thought so up until it made you hop to your feet and puff out your chest like you had some kind of chance against him. He could see the fear and anger and complete hurt he didn’t understand and any thought that might have slithered through the back of his mind about knocking you around like his brothers was completely gone. True to form, you wouldn’t back down and he had always liked that in people, even when it was stupid to. He respected it, even from someone who was usually so quiet and self-restrained.
“And what if I wasn’t.” The words poured out more like venom than a real question, which it clearly was rhetorical anyhow, and you hesitated.
And Then everything was silent. Accept the static-y TV still playing the cop show. The three silent brothers exchanged very confused, very quick, glances. There was no way they were missing this… Whatever this was.
Raphael moved a step back, which considering the height difference between the two of you, was a reasonable space really. You hadn’t moved, you hadn’t made a sound, your eyes were just as wide as they could be. Slowly, as if your head would fall off if you moved it to quickly, you looked over at the boys and pointed at their brother, “…Did… Was that in my head?”
Two head shook ‘no’ while Mikey raised his shoulders, also unsure if he was caught in some weird nightmare where he had to watch his brother kiss girls. He hoped he wasn’t in that nightmare.
Raph, in his smugness, watched your expressions change; Shock, to confusion, quickly to happiness before shifting to anger and betrayal. He didn’t get it, he thought that would fix it but instead you were glaring at him with tears in your eyes.
“What!?” Any smugness that was there was wiped clean. He hated that look. He’d never gotten it before, but he sure as hell hated it.
“Why would you do that.” Your voice was shaking in your attempt not to cry. “You shouldn’t do that to people you don’t like… It’s wrong!”
In a split second, you’d turned around and hopped over the back of the couch and started towards the door as quickly as you could, scooping your bag up and over your shoulder as you did.
“Wait, where are you going!?” Leo spoke up, completely confused where you were going since you lived on their couch. Logically you couldn’t go home or anything.
And then you were gone.
Raph stood in a bit of dumbfounded shock for a moment, arms limp at his sides.
“What was that all about?” Donny chimed in quietly.
Raph threw his arms towards the door angrily and had the most stressed face he could give his brothers, “YOU TELL ME! WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED!?”
Like any normal person really… I get more mature mentally and would ask my mom for a new body that fit. Now that I’m more aware of who I am and what I wanna look like my mom lets me make my own body~
She doesn’t like the hour glass figure on this body cause its ‘provocative’ she even said ‘’You’re not that type of doll, Josuke!’’ After a lot of yelling she eventually let me keep this body without her ‘fixing’ it.
Fashion Nova is so good at giving you low key body dismorphia, you see the models thinking “hell yea this about to look dope af on me” then you finally try it on and it’s like *wamp wamp* bitch ….. u thought
LOXE dance club in the dead of night is still fervent with booming music and blinding neon lights. The building is thriving with life whereas the rest of the town is in the comforts of sleep. Young women wear glimmering dresses that barely cover their thin legs. The cloth hugs their hour glass bodies as they slink up against interested parties and melt into the modern beats. I try not to compare myself to them but being in this type of environment brings back torrid memories that don’t quite ever leave my mind.
I follow the short man in front of me as we weave in and out of dark hallways full of strangers pressed up against the wall, doing things that should be done in privacy. Coming to a stop at a room in the back corridor, my attention is fixated on Sehun that I don’t even hear the employee (I think he mentioned his name was Chen but I wasn’t really listening) saying that Sehun was unwilling to move from his seat unless I came to take him home. Typically, I would not care or even flinch at the slightest towards this kind of call. Initially, I didn’t and really didn’t want to but I had promised Ada. And I intend to keep my promise.
Sehun is lifeless on the ebony leather sofa. The table before him is littered with drowned drinks and empty bottles. Red and pink hue lipstick stains the clear glasses but the only person in the room left from the party is Sehun. Only him, alone as ever. In this particular state, I can relate to his feelings. I can empathize with his thoughts and his struggles. The only part of this situation that I can’t identify with is his course of action.
“How long has he been like this?” I ask and take a step closer to the familiar scene, pushing down the trembles that are hitched inside my throat.
“Since 10:00 PM. He ordered drinks for everyone, danced for a good hour with some women, invited them to the Black Pearl room he reserved. It’s the same every weekend except this one–he said to call you. We usually do put him in a taxi to take him home but it’s different this weekend.”
Ignoring how my presence has changed Sehun’s norm, I turn to face Chen, “Black Pearl room? Is that some kind of dirty pseudonym–
Had to buy a new belt and now i am fitting into junior size shirts again. I missed my super hour glass waist. I’ll be Out of town for like two weeks so I am hoping to keep working out in hotel rooms and continue my diet. Then maybe when I get back I’ll clean this room.
I wanna look more delicate and feminine but I have dark brows and a sorta muscular frame ... Any advice on clothing / makeup that would be flattering?
omg dark brows don’t prevent you from looking feminine / delicate!! i luv dark brows ! anyway, if you’re trying to avert from your muscular frame maybe avoid clothes that put lots of emphasis on the shoulder area (like strapless shirts etc) and instead try clothes that give you the look of a certain figure, like you could wear a normal top with an a-like skirt, that’ll make it look like you have sort of an hour glass body shape simply because of how the skirt is cut! and as for makeup maybe focus on like browns instead of blacks (eyeliner wise) and try some light pinks or dusty rose colors (kind of muted, soft shades) for eyeshadow, try the same for blush (only a light hint of color) & for lips i just love gloss bcus i think it looks v cute and girly! 💜💜
My problem with fat representation on tumblr, especially in the black community
The preferred Plus Size Aesthetic : Small waist, big hips, big booty, normal b sized boobies.
My Aesthetic : Big waist, small hips, no ass, gigantic boobies.
Me: feeling like a piece of poopy every time I see a gorgeous girl on tumblr with the preferred ascetic described as “big girl” or “plus size” b/c to me that’s not, that’s normal, that’s thickness, I am a big girl.
Big girls have rolls and tummies that hang over their jeans. They could have back fat that overshadows their glorious asses. We have big tities and small titties back titties too. We have cellulite, and thighs that rub together, big calfs and a hard time finding clothing that fits. For me I have big thighs but my tummy is the show stopper and I often have to buy pants that fit my gut and not my hips. We often do not fit the hour glass body criteria, we look more like apples and pears. So please stop describing these non plus size women as so. We are fat we are beautiful. And we deserve PROPER representation.
Tear me limb from limb,
shatter my hour glass body.
And watch crimson coated sand spill
from cracked ribs and disheveled bones.
I am thriving between the thinly veiled spaces of fatigue and desperation.
So some people are asking us about JonTron. And I’ve actually never met JonTron but I caught some of what he said on the podcast and on his twitter. So I’m going to explain things in context.
You’ll find that I always side on the side of free speech, because I think woman’s right are important but human rights are more important, and why we did this project was not to tell men what they should do, but to show what women can do. So our project is more about telling different stories them policing the ones that are told.
So the first issue you have to understand is that Men and Women perceive each others bodies differently but surprisingly they actually perceive women’s bodies very similarly. Women and Men look at women’s bodies far more similarly than when they look at men’s. Women are better able to tell what is erotic on their own body then men, and that’s a big shift. For the women watching, men don’t know that majority of women don’t want pictures of their dick. If you read a Billion Dirty thoughts there is evidence to show that men even straight men are more interested in seeing errect penis’s then woman.
So to explain why this is important.
So Sarah J. Gervais and she did this study
My Eyes Are Up Here: The Nature of the Objectifying Gaze Toward Women, and it showed that both men and women were more likely to perceive woman with more hour glass bodies as both attractive and to have good personality traits if judge entirely on their looks. Men would look longer but come to the same idea.
She seems to be a bit political in her work, you don’t published a book titled Objectification and (De)Humanization so a reader, I would strongly suggest you actually look at her work but it seem to be fairly well done.
And this is supported in advertising studies as well. So Norway, EyeTrackShop developed software to determine what people would look at first at a glance in an advertisement
And they came up with different information that showed that Men actually look at woman’s face first, and then their breasts while woman do it in the opposite order. Men tended to look at woman’s face more, and then woman but both overall looked the torso for the same amount of time with woman more focused on a woman stomach.
So why is this important. We usually referenced Naomi Wolf, here, and her concept is that women are willing to sacrifice a lot to maintain being perceived as beautiful. And the reason is both other and themselves feel it gives them power. So if you are at a job and you want people to do what you say, both the woman and men are more likely to follow a beautiful woman. Naomi Wolf cover this in the beauty myth. But what’s important to understand from her research is it’s clear, that woman will sacrifice being good at their job to look more beautiful. Naomi Wolf refers to this as the Iron Maiden and you can read the Beauty Myth to learn more. So a woman might say spend money on plastic surgery, and have to take 2 month off work to recover, to make her boob higher. This isn’t like ditzy woman ether, Naomi Wolf showed that even woman in really powerful positions would still have this idea and sacrifice.
So on Annita’s point, we really don’t know 100% what her point is because of the way she presents her material. Like it seem to me from a feminist who likes making games she is saying that using woman as background object, that have been brutalized and sexualized invokes an negative emotional reaction in the viewer. And I don’t argue with that. It seems to be a excellent way to invoke an emotional reaction in both gender. If she’s saying it’s overused, I would also agree. If she’s telling people to come up with new stories. Yes come up with new stories, make the world more interesting.
But if she’s pairing women versus men, then clearly, both feminist and advertising research shows that both women and men perceive this very similarly. They both see the combination of sex and violence as invoking emotion. And it’s clear as 50 Shades Grey is coming to theatre for no good reason that both genders show an interest sort of eroticization. Even when the woman are the subject of violence. And as a man that confuses me, but it’s clear from the book “A Billion Wicked Thoughts” that both men and women have interest in this type of aesthetic. So it’s not so much of a male gaze issue and wish she’s stop saying that.
And I honestly don’t think, that the games are telling people this kind of violence is a good thing. Because outside the context of that scene she showed, the player is more than likely going to kill the person that is causing the violence to the woman often graphically with his own hand. And there is no better way to teach the consequence of the action then for the player to actually kill the person or to be penalized for their action if they engage in violence in the game.
So I honestly don’t know her exact point. If people want me to discuss the point I will. I just I get confused and I feel JonTron is justified in his confusion.