I’ve struggled with my appearance and body image my entire life, and a foolproof solution to particularly low periods is always watching a John Waters movie.
I’m not traditionally pretty person, I’m fat (and even when I wasn’t I thought I was), I’m queer, and I grew up poorer than dirt.
While the rest of the world says I’m trash, John Waters tells me that trash is fabulous.
That fat girls can be sexy, filthy, fierce badasses.
That the glitz and glamour of the thrift store is the highest form of fashion.
That queerness is glorious, and a blessing .
Thank you, Trash Pope, Saint John of the Waters for showing me I’m better than fine, not despite being different but precisely because I am.