anonymous asked:

morty how the heck do you draw top heavy bodies (kinda like kuins) because its hell 2 me



BASE SKETCH: I don’t usually draw what’s in red there, but this is your basic inverted triangle shape. Basically, as long as you make sure the shoulders create an exaggerated silhouette that highlights the waist, you’re doing the top heavy thing right. Generally, you don’t wanna shrink the waist too much or else it looks REALLY weird, so if you want to exaggerate the shape more, try to focus more on the arms and shoulders. Keep the hips narrow.

LINING SHIT. Add some core muscles to actually support all that up top. I like making the pecs particularly pointy just to drive home the triangle thing.

It’s ya boi

Girlhood meant shrinking my waist but expanding
my hips. At recess in 1st grade a boy pushed me
down and I lost my first tooth. I was a mess of blood
and scrapes but when I told the teacher, she swooned.
Told me that this was how little boys showed their
affection. I didn’t let her put on the Band-Aid.
I thought about how we were learning sequence
in class – our ABC’s, how to count to ten, the order
of the months. Consequence and action. How if this
was reversed, I’d be reprimanded and in time-out.
I learned how to bandage myself up.

In middle school I got interested in sports and I was
damn good. Up until the girls’ basketball team got
kicked out of the gym when it was the boy’s turn.
Because nobody took us seriously. We were just
girls that didn’t make the cheerleading team
because we didn’t look ‘feminine’ enough.

My freshman year the boys and their hands got
grabby, because now I had tits and an ass. My
best friend and I used to hold hands to class,
lingered around outside her locker and tried
to ignore all the “can I watch” / “can I join in” /
“can I record it” / because now we had a body
they were interested in.

The first time I fell in love was with a boy.
We held hands on the way to class and
I lingered around outside his locker and
tried to ignore all the “did you hit that yet” /
“nice score” / “you look whipped, bro” / 
but at least nobody asked to join in.

I lost count of how many times I got sent
home for dress code. When I would take
off my jacket my bra strap would slip
down because I’d shrunk myself down /
because the magazines said to / because
the television said so / because the other
girls and their mocking stares said so /
because the boys and their hungry stares
said so. I grew my hair out / because boys
like to have something to hold onto / because
you don’t want to look like a dyke / because
you want to be a pretty object for their eyes.

Girlhood meant shrinking myself for you.
Girlhood meant letting you call me by the
wrong name. Girlhood meant my shoulders,
knees, arms, body was explicit. Girlhood meant
becoming invisible to leave more room for you.

Womanhood means deciding that girl isn’t a
bad word or an insult. Womanhood means
deciding this space is mine to occupy. 
Womanhood means deciding that I’m not
here for the taking. Womanhood means
deciding I’ll expand and stretch until I’m
able to walk down the street without a catcall,
without the threat of rape, without gripping
my car keys like a weapon. Womanhood
means deciding my body is the best weapon
I own.
—  Reign of the Feminist, Angelea Lowes
Sexism in One Piece

I was asked to collab in a youtube video about sexism in One Piece and accidentally got upset about it. I did not realise that I would get this worked up about it and I think that’s because when you’re watching the series, there are little moments of sexism that you can ignore. But when you actually research it and think about all the moments that have made you feel uncomfortable, it becomes overwhelmingly clear that One Piece is sexist.

It’s gotten to the point where I’m embarrassed to tell my friends that I watch One Piece, because I know that they’re going to google it to check it out and they’re just going to see boobs. I would never buy a figurine of a female character in One Piece because I wouldn’t even be able to look at it.  I’m not saying that large boobs don’t exist in real life but it’s a problem in One Piece because it’s gotten to the point where every young and attractive female character has giant boobs. There is barely any diversity between female characters. And to be honest this isn’t the type of anime I signed up for. The first time I remember feeling uncomfortable when watching the anime was in the Alabasta arc and seeing Miss Doublefinger outfit. I was like wtf, who would dress like that but I could just write it off to her being a crazy villain. But after that moment the boobs grew bigger every One Piece arc, until after the timeskip when in the manga you couldn’t even tell which female character was speaking because they all looked the same.

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It is #sundaybumday so forget the choreography and just shake it for fun!
Don’t forget my Booty Challenge starting in a couple days! Learn to build your booty and shrink your waist. Link is in my bio! (at Awakenings Pole and Aerial Fitness NOLA)

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Why do we want to be smaller? What exactly is the appeal of being smaller? How does it benefit us? Does it make us better mothers? Better students? Better lovers? Better artists? Scientists? Friends? Does it make us more badass badasses?

No, no, no, no, no. You must see that it doesn’t. It doesn’t do anything but make us smaller.

Babies and puppies are small. So are dimes and Skittles. You’re a fucking woman. A woman! You are entitled to occupy as much fucking space as you like with your awesomeness, and you better be suspicious as fuck of anybody who tells you differently.

Why, ladies? Why must we continue to whittle ourselves down? Who is it for? What is it for? You can walk through a certain aisle at the pharmacy or at the grocery store and see the language of diminishment all over the packaging for weight loss aids of all kinds. “Shrink your waist.” “Lose inches off your thighs.” “Slim down.” “Get skinny.”

How about “Grow your mind.” “Increase your confidence and productivity.” “Expand your knowledge.” “Augment your scope of asskicking.”

That’s a valid message for women and girls: grow, expand, branch out, open up, get bigger, wider, faster, stronger, better, smarter. Go up not down.

Get strong, not skinny.

You are not here to get smaller.

You are not here to have a thin waist and brittle thighs. You are not here to disappear. You’re here to change the world. Change the fucking world, then! Forget about “losing a few pounds.” Think about what you could be gaining instead.

—  Ladybud

It’s not your stomach
It’s your soul starving
Famines of the mind
Vigour lost in the bargain

Eating became a chore
Not on your list today
Unused oven mitts
Sold in the garage sale

Infused with guilt
Instead of tea
Non existent appetite
But a palate for misery

Counting calories
Crisp figures
Shrinking waist
Disappearing numbers

You labour in the gymnasium
From dawn to dusk
Fragile anatomy
Now decaying carcass

Scooped out cheeks
Worn out shoes
Supplementary pills
Rings become loose

You only feed your fear
Hungered for gingerbread
Weighing machine
Your only friend

Happy birthday
Sale on skin huggers
Cut a slice of water
Instead of chocolate cake

Distorted images
Float in the field of your eyes
Causing your vision to blur
Life breaks in black and white

Primary colours
Forgotten for a while
Vacant canvas, Dirty palette
Life on trial

Cardboard cut out
Of how you want to be perceived
Compare yourself to paper
Isolating Delusory

Reason is out for lunch
Head is out of shape
Disarray of thoughts
Irrational fears cast a shadow

Sanity is optional now
Daily serenade
Life becomes a battleground
A war within herself

Your mirrors are tired
Let them breathe another day
For they will shatter at the sight of your
Skeletal silhouette

When will you see, you are
Honey glazed croquembouche
When you look in the looking glass
All you see is parsley and Diet coke

Lowering the White mast
Calling in mayday
Drop the anchor
Your ship is sinking

Translucent membrane dissolving
Displaying Ivory beneath your skin
Your body has become a graveyard
Mosaic of skeletons

Pyramid of bones
Will collapse anytime now
Unless you learn to love
From the debris of your heart

anonymous asked:

That super move for imou sounds cool! What is it? 0o0

she calls the move  “The Marionette” !

here’s how it’s done.

Imou’s large holograms allows your body to pass through it like a real one, yeah?


she makes reallllly large discs (with a doughnut hole in the middle)

and she throws them at the opponent’s neck, wrists, ankles and waist 

then shrinks the discs ,therefore making them solid.

With that she holds down her opponent using her strength. At some point (if the opponent doesn’t resist) she can manipulate their movements (raise their hands, make them walk etc), but in order for them to harm themselves, she has to do harm on to herself because the discs follow her movement.

I didn’t want to put this tactic out there because it makes her look like an overpowered character, even if i try my best to add flaws :0

A word about waist trainers

Yes, they give you a slimmer waist, but they only give you a slimmer waist while you wear them.  

Corsets never really went away; your bra is a direct descendant of the corset, and girdles and spanx and other ways of shaping women’s bodies have stuck around ever since the corset as we know it went out of fashion.  Waist trainers are just the latest incarnation of that.

Modern-day corset wearers in the vein of Dita von Teese and lingerie enthusiasts have their own waist training- but it’s meant to make a slimmer waist in your corset, not to give you a permanently smaller waist.  

Finally, I’ve been told that you can use a corset to make your stomach smaller and curb hunger- that is disordered eating.  If you have to go to extremes such as tight-laced corsets to lessen your hunger pains, you need to seek help.

Big boobs and big asses come with big waists, and small waists come with small boobs and small asses (unless you’re willing to go the surgical route).  The only way to effectively shrink your waist is diet and exercise, and you have fat genes, you can’t fight nature.

I don't only want to minimize my stomach

I also want to shrink my thighs, my waist,my arms, my jaw, my boobs, my organs, my life

because the smaller your heart, the less you can get hurt.

I walked past my mirror this morning and at first I was like, “DAMN MY HOUSE IS FILTHY.” But then I looked at my waist and I was like, “DAMN MY WAIST IS SHRINKING.” I like the changes I’m seeing (even if it hasn’t really been reflected on the scale).

Part One - Shrink Your Waist Ab workout. I love standing ab workouts so all of these exercises are standing using a dumbbell. I’m using about 25lbs but adjust to your needs and ability. Twist - be sure to isolate the waist. Don’t twist from the legs or hips. Hold the weight to your body or straight out in front and allow the gaze to follow. Standing Side Crunch - try not to pull from the shoulder or elbow. Allow the obliques to lift the weight through the side, repeat on the other side.

i need more curvespo but like i dont want anymore photoshopped pictures. i dont want anymore pictures of women who were born with hourglass figures or pear figures. i dont want anymore instagram famous women who pretend like they got their ass by going to the gym.

i need more women who had flat booties and worked their asses off for a bigger booty. more women who had no defined waist and somehow managed to shrink their waist (without corsets or body wraps or any of that. just by exercising right and eating right). I need more women like me, who have rectangular bodies (or anything but an hourglass) and worked for their curvy figure or are currently working for it.

Part Two - Shrink Your Waist Ab workout. I love standing ab workouts so all of these exercises are standing using a dumbbell. I’m using about 25lbs but adjust to your needs and ability. 1st exercise tips - Keep knees soft and protect the shoulders and back by engaging the core. Keep your swing slow and controlled! Never use momentum to swing the weight across. 2nd exercise tips- Don’t go too heavy with your weights. Bring elbow to knee in one controlled motion. Be sure to engage core and keep a strong stance to protect your back.

frostyandfoggydays  asked:

Hey! :D I was wondering how do you shrink your hips and flatten your stomach stomach? Is diet important when trying to shrink your waist. What's the best workout for hips and stomach? ❤️

We always hear that abs are made in the kitchen & that is totally true . So yes , diet is really important when it comes to your waist and stomach . That is to say , doing 100 crunshes and planks won’t help if you don’t eat clean . So in addition to eating clean and drinking LOTS & LOTS of WATER , you can do wokrouts such as planks , crunshes , push ups , side bridges , hip bicycle thrusts , burpees , sit ups .. Goodluck 💪❤

anonymous asked:

Jungkook is getting so fat (?)

Of course You can call jungkook fat when he’s barely 66 kg for 1m80. Of course. He’s totally fat when all he has under that shirt are muscles. If jungkook is fat then idk what I am. Idk what you are either. Idk what the world is supposed to be. It’s just so sad so say this when the guy himself keep on worrying about his own weight ?did you take a look at his shrinking waist ? Bts are techinically too thin for boys in general and they actually should be gaining some weight ( this is what fans who met them said multiple times. Theyre thinner than what they appear on TV ) . If the fat you’re talking about resides in his cheeks, then you have to understand that jungkook may have a sharp jaw but his cheeks are what make us love him.Having a slim face isn’t the cutest, I know this by experience . Ppl with a fuller face look prettier and healthier.Jungkook has muscles everywhere. From his abs to his arms to his thighs and legs, there’s not a single body part that doesn’t balance with the other. He’s healthy that’s what he is. He’s active that’s what he is. He strong too.but omg… idk how you see him as fat… Idk tell me ? What is exactly fat about him?? Istg I just can’t see it.Yes , I’m jungkook’s unofficial Lawyer and I deal with unfair accusations against my client. 👍

Originally posted by baekon-stripss

On Cinderella

1. Hayley Atwell is queen.

2. Helena Bonham Carter should play more good characters. She was surprisingly good in the role (then again, why am I surprised, this is HBC…)

3. Okay, I see that her waist was minuscule, I get it. BUT, can we please also acknowledge that this movie, while maybe telling girls that, if you wear a corset, your waist will shrink ridiculously (and really, have you actually tried one on? They seriously do make it shrink considerably), also promoted kindness to people and just living beings in general

4. it had a poc as the Captain of the King’s Guard, and if HBC was Ella’s fairy godmother, then he was Kit’s. So yeah, you could say he had a pretty important role in the movie.

5. When his father died, Kit cried just as much as Ella did when her mother died, and if you don’t think that’s important, then consider this: when he lay down on his father crying, I heard a badly muffled child’s voice a few rows over ask “How come he’s crying?”. I hope the parent, or whoever accompanied that child took the time later on to tell them that men can cry, and are just as entitled to having feelings as women are.

6. A very, very prevalent theme in the movie was consent. Before anything happened between Ella and Kit, he asked her if she was okay with it, and waited until she agreed before acting - right down to pushing her on a swing, dancing; even the proclamation that said he was looking for her, very clearly said that, while he was looking for her and would love for her to step forward, if she did, and if she agreed to it, he would marry her.

So maybe stop whinging off about a damn waistline and appreciate what we have been given. It’s not perfect, but it’s not the worst Disney has ever made, either. It gives me high hopes for Beauty & the Beast.


What am I suppose to say?

That I’m depressed? That I’m sad? That I’m, YES, once again tired of living? 

No. That’s too easy. Progress made is progress earned, and I DESERVE to be happy.

But every waking night, the same old thoughts and the same old lies creep back into my head.

The cold days of long sleeves to hide my scars, and sweatshirts to hide my ever shrinking waist. It seems like such a distant place, but yet here it is. 

A constant reoccurring thought. Do I miss the pain of the starvation? Do I miss the tearing of my own flesh? NO. No normal person misses the pain.

But I do miss the distraction. I miss the way that I could finally focus on something OTHER than the fact that my life was so god damn fucked up, and the way that I FINALLY felt alive… Living… Breathing… and YES… hurting.

I have no idea what to do. I can sit here all night and help as many people as possible… however, when it boils down to it… I can help everyone but my own pathetic self.


Men see me and I’m sultry
My breasts are succulent
My ass ample
My thighs are warm and welcoming
My lips tantalizing
But I am not defined by my shrinking waist
And the way my hips expand
My tongue supplies more than trails down your neck &
My mouth can do more than soothe your manhood.
I am a woman with thoughts
Though my hips sway, my opinions do not
Before you decide to state that my ass is phat
How about you compliment my eyes or my smile
Don’t think about the warmth that radiates from between my brown legs
Instead admire the way I hold my head high
With hair that expands in all directions
Praise my intellect
Appreciate the depth of my conversation
All this sex appeal is just appealing,
When you have no interest in discovering who I am