lesbians who prefer to use he/him pronouns are valid - for example, God
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Active ways to cultivate positive body image:
(Because oh my god, it’s so hard, and everyone’s all like stop feeling so bad about yourself and it’s like how???)
- Be naked. A lot. Sleep naked. Have sex naked. Eat cereal naked. (Or naked and wrapped in a sheet. Favorite thing.)
- Follow beautiful, confident, (un-photoshopped) body-positive babes on the Internet. Unfollow anything that makes you feel insecure. Exposure is key. You’re not going to get it if you don’t seek it out, because the media sucks and wants us to feel like shit about ourselves so they can take our money. (Some hashtags to follow: #effyourbeautystandards #bootyrevolution #blackisbeautiful #transisbeautiful #wheelchairlife #fatkini #fatshion)
- Lingerie. Next best thing to being naked.
- Self care, babe. Different for everyone. (Me? Showers, books, shaving my legs, nature walks, dark lipstick, good playlists, clean rooms, candles, sexy time.)
- Get ready in your underwear. Boobs = happiness.
- Self portraits. Be pro-selfie. Take a million selfies. Take sexy selfies. Take no makeup selfies. Take bad angle silly selfies. Take artsy tripod selfies. Take everything-is-on-point selfies. You’re gorgeous; document your gorgeousness. You don’t even need to post them.
- Stop with the self deprecationnnnn. Pleeeeaseeee. It’s hard to control your thoughts love, I know, but you can control what you say. NEVER insult yourself out loud. Dare I say compliment yourself out loud? (And if you can, do your best to try to body-positive-ify your thoughts too.)
- Sex (including solo sexy time), wine, and chocolate. In that order.
- Share the body love. Compliment your girlfriends. Cultivate a nonjudgemental, supportive, lift-each-other-up “we’re so cute” friend group. Everyone’s insecure. Compliment your besties. And strangers, too. Be that person that makes everyone feel good about themselves when they’re around.
Good luck gorgeous. It’s a battle. We gotta unlearn all this societal bullshit.
Reblogging cuz this is vital. Especially the point on self-deprecation. Stop that shit now. It is a glamour-don’t, a welcome sign for fuck ass ppl.
Concept:
We make love like we would never see each other again.
Plot twist: We still see each other every day.
this month, 30 years ago - a postcard advertising ACT UP’s same-sex kiss-in event to challenge homophobia during the AIDS crisis, created by gran fury, may 1988
I love her ?
lesbianas de latinoamerica at the los angeles christopher street west pride parade, june 1981
The Watermelon Woman (1996)
Lana Del Rey at the 2018 Met Gala
Stella Maxwell at the Met Gala 2018
rosie huntington-whiteley at the met gala 2018
after eating 37 olives straight out of jar while standing in front of refrigerator at 1:34am
I’ll just leave this here
Pls reblog this guys!!
REBLOG
EDUCATE THE MASSES
SHARING APPROVED!! REBLOG IT
Being afraid to check your bank account is the adult version of being afraid to check your grades.
College is when you’re afraid of both
Jesus.
Look at this, and remember it next time someone says that the gay community survived the AIDS epidemic.
We didn’t survive, we started over. We lost all but an entire generation.
This is what “we survived Reagan, you’ll survive Trump” looks like. No, we didn’t.
tiddies: *have a tattoo between them*
me:


