Shout out to the “small fat” women. The women who are too big for “regular” sizes and too small for plus sizes. The women who feel like they don’t belong in either group and feel left out of body positive movements. You are gorgeous! ❤
A plus sized girl finding genuine love for herself is not just some inspirational story.
It’s not “omg that poor fat girl can somehow love herself even with her burden of fatness”.
Please stop talking about fat women like their bodies are a tragedy and it’s so inspirational for them to be able to love their “horrible” body. Their bodies are beautiful. Every body is beautiful. No body is a tragedy.
Trendy Witch Aesthetic for Plus Size Ladies IS POSSIBLE Thanks to this New AMAZING store I found Witch World Wide is my new obsession. Ive seen so few (actually trendy) spooky stores like this that actually carry larger sizes so I’m gonna jump on this one. Im already compiling a mess of things I “absolutely need”
if you’re going for the trendy goth girl, old fashion goth, witch coven, or just a casually witchy aesthetic Witch World Wide is an incredible place to start.
Guys expect girls to have huge breasts, a small waist, a big butt, long hair, a flat stomach, tanned skin, a cute face, long eyelashes, perfect eyebrows, full lips, a thigh-gap, long legs, wide hips, thick thighs, know how to cook, show a lot of skin but not dress “slutty,“ be sexually experienced but not be promiscuous, love wearing snapbacks, sneakers and high heels *but not be taller than the guy while wearing said heels*, has to love watching sports, won’t call them on their b.s., won’t be jealous of their female “friends”, has to love wearing lingerie, push up bras, yoga pants, thongs and g-strings but can’t wear uggs, heavy makeup, big sunglasses, high-waisted jeans, high-waisted shorts, red lipstick, fake nails, fake hair, leggings, pantsuits or their hair in a bun, must always in the mood to have sex, be “open-minded” in bed, can’t have beauty marks, stretch marks, cellulite, scars, too many tattoos, kinky hair, dark skin, body hair or a vagina or breasts that don’t look like what they’ve seen in porn and can’t weigh more than 120lbs.
And yet they’re deeply offended when girls say they don’t date guys shorter than 6 feet.
These are self portraits. And that’s important because I believe that images are a glimpse at the magic that happens when the mind, body, and spirit connect. The camera is only an extension of the eye, and this is how I see myself.
A few months ago I heard Kathleen Cleaver, a former Black Panther, speak at a local museum and as she spewed her feelings about “Formation”, calling it pornography, I recall feeling a disappointment so strong it nearly felt like grief. I felt similarly reading bell hooks’ criticisms of Beyoncé. I felt that ultimately they were expressing their disdain for me, women like me, and my/our own brand of feminism and autonomous expression. I don’t fit into any one box. Sometimes I am poised and polite. Sometimes I’m a bitch. Sometimes I am homely. Sometimes I’m scantily clad. Regardless, I am always wanting more for us. More respect, more love, more space and freedom. My attire does not negate that.
Kathleen Cleaver called Beyoncé’s lens, and ultimately my own, mindless. She called it disgusting. And the dank thickness of her tone has fixed itself in my memory. Wedged itself in my psyche. And I find myself, ever since, feeling apprehensive about being visible in my own skin.
These are self portraits. And that’s important because shame and internalized misogynoir are real. Respectability politics are real. And while I am a woman who can be agreeable to a fault, I’ve never had a talent for conforming.
This is not pornography. These are self portraits.