Bughead

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[lilireinhart]

So.

I’ve seen this picture all over my Instagram for the past two weeks. With captions like “Lili vs Model” “who wore it better?” “Which one is hotter?” It’s been pretty hard to avoid. And I think it’s time I finally said something about it.

It’s disappointing.

This photo is being posted by fan accounts. The same fan accounts who love to talk about the amazing female friendships on the show, girl power, Veronica’s inspiring feminism, body positivity, etc.

And that is the most hypocritical shit I’ve ever seen.

This is a poll. A competition. A comparison of two bodies. It’s a feeding ground for comments of judgement and negativity.— “Betty is fat” “that’s not flattering” “the model looks way better.”

It is a perfect way to fuel this delusional idea that it’s still okay to put women on a pedestal and compare them.

I’ve asked myself so many times… how do we actually learn to love our bodies? How do we as a society, openly and privately, accept that all bodies are truly beautiful and there shouldn’t be a specific body type that is considered “the best” or the most beautiful? It’s so easy to say “embrace your curves” “everyone is beautiful!”— but to actually put that into practice is the hard part. It’s easy to convince others that we think this way, but it doesn’t mean anything if you don’t actually believe that.

I do not have that model’s body. I’m fully aware of this. I don’t have a thigh gap.. a 24 inch waist.. toned arms or abs. I am not her. And how dare anyone assume that I should look like her.

And the people who are commenting on this photo and weighing in on this poll… are the ones who are comparing themselves to the model as well. It’s so easy to point out someone else’s “flaws”, isn’t it? Because it makes us feel better about ourselves and about our own insecurities.

It’s upsetting to see all these young women who proclaim to be feminists participate in something that represents the exact opposite. To them I say: You are the problem, don’t you get it? You are promoting the idea that this model is what all women should look like and that it’s not okay to look like anything else. This is why we have eating disorders. This is why young teens are suicidal about their body image. This is why people have body dysmorphic disorder. This is why there aren’t nearly enough plus size models in the industry.

I hope that this makes you reconsider the next time you feel the need to comment on another woman’s weight or figure.

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Knife part 1

“Its been a long time since jughead and i broke up, theres nothing between us” i try to reassure Josh, my boyfriend, i dont want him to hit me again, the bruises have barely healed from last time “likely story” he scoffs, I know that look in his eyes. Its gonna happen again, he shoves me into the locker and slaps me “josh” my voice cracks as i tear up, he throws me to the floor and storms off, i lay there, stunned and in pain, i lift my hand to my cheek, which stings from where his hand brutally slapped me. I stay on the floor but i inch towards a locker to lean against, i start ballong my eyes out. I punch the lockertry to blink away the tears. “Betty?” I immediately recognise the voice “Betty are you okay?” He runs towards me, i turn to him “yeah, i’m fine juggie”. “Well you clearly arent” “its just Josh” i shrug. “what happened, did he hurt you?” I toss up whether to lie or not “no, no no no god no” i smile and hold back tears “why’d you pause?” He asks, i can see the worry in his eyes. “I dont know” my eyes bounce around the room “betty i know you’re lying” he touches my shoulder gentley, but pain still spreads through my body, from the last tome Josh beat me “ow” i gasp and take his hand off my shoulder “betty, show me your shoulder” he sounds assertive, yet caring “theres nothing there” i gulp “then you’ll have no problem showing me”. I sigh and lift up my sleeve, revealing a huge bruise “betty... where did this bruise come from?” He asks “Josh” i say quietly “what?” I see the anger in his eyes. He stands up “i am going to kill that asshole” he curls his lips and runs down the hall. I chase after him. Jughead approaches Josh angrily, josh turns around to face him and jughead punches him across the face “what the hell?” Josh yells and shoves jughead into a locker. The tumble around for a bit until Josh gets out a knife and stabs Jughead in the arm “Jughead!” I scream and run to him, josh drops the knife and sprints away. I hole jughead in my arms and call an ambulance. I start rocking him and crying, his blood seeps through my shirt “jughead, you’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay, dear god please be okay”i put my face on his chest and cry more, my tears drench his shirt, he’s still here but in shock. After a few minutes an ambulance arrives.