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Mónica Hernández
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body hair is normal die mad
wanting to dismantle beauty standards but also defining yourself by them
me: goes out with unshaved legs me: what the FUCK ever lmao somene: looks @ my legs me:
I want to tell y’all a story about supporting and loving your partner, starring my amazing wife.
I’ve mentioned before that I had an eating disorder for many years, and though I consider myself “recovered” there are aspects of my disorder that I still struggle with today — being quite a bit heavier than my wife is one of them.
When my wife and I moved in together back when we were still girlfriends, I was at my skinniest. She used to pick me up all the time and lift me off the ground, and I’d laugh and kick out my legs ‘cause I was just delighted to have her holding me.
But I started gaining weight as I went through recovery, and where once we were pretty close in size, I began to get bigger. And bigger. And bigger. And she remained her naturally petite self. I began to almost dread when she’d try to pick me up, sure that this time she wouldn’t be able to get me off the ground.
But every time, even if I protested, she’d lift me up and say something like: “See, you’re not so big that I can’t lift you!”
And one time I just blurted out: “But someday I’m going to be so fat you won’t be able to.”
She looked me dead in the eye and said: “No you won’t. Because if that ever happens, I’ll start working out.”
It was the best possible thing she could have said to me, because she wasn’t saying I wasn’t going to get fat — neither of us knew that for sure. She was just saying that I was never going to be “too fat” for her.
And every time I worry about getting bigger, I remember that I’ll never be so big that she can’t lift me, because baby knows how much I love being held, and she’ll change her own habits to ensure that I never feel “too big” or “too heavy” because in her eyes I’ll never be “too” anything.
Anyway, there’s a moral to this story: Find yourself a partner who will never consider you an excess. You should never be “too much” to someone who loves you — too big, too loud, too passionate, too awkward, whatever your “too” happens to be. And even as you change and grow (in my case, literally), the right person will be there through the changes, to tell you that you’re always just right for them.
My strongwoman, the wind beneath my wings, the arms under my ass. 😍😍 😍
refuse to surveil your own body
possibilities: smash your scale, throw away your fitbit, don’t count steps, cover your mirrors, don’t measure yourself, cut the sizing tags out of your clothes, stop pinching and squeezing your fat, don’t examine your blemishes & hairs & wrinkles. let your body be, unmonitored & unquantified. start with a week, or just a day
real power is going outside knowing you look ugly and also knowing that if you chose to perform femininity in accordance with patriarchal standards you could look attractive, but genuinely prefering to look ugly and not feeling bad about it. feels good feels organic
True, honest, genuine power is going outside knowing you look gorgeous bc you don’t need to perform hyper femininity the way men want you to and that you can be stunning despite patriarchal ideals
i appreciate the intent but i actually made this post in direct response to the liberal feminist tendency to widen the parameters of “beauty” rather than challenging the concept itself and specifically the notion that women must be beautiful to be valuable, and as such my choice of words was very deliberate—i have no interest in being assured i am beautiful and a great deal of interest in existing without being told i must be such. this post is not self-deprecating and does not call for bathroom-stall platitudes. ugliness in women is threatening and i embrace that.
“I have no interest in being assured I am beautiful and a great deal of interest in existing without being told I must be such.”
POWERFUL
women are most attractive when they’re not even thinking abt it. and i don’t mean that in a “girls look better without makeup” way so much as a “i love seeing girls be their natural selves where they forget the pressure of perfection placed on women” way.
i love the goofing off double chins and the too-loud near-obnoxious laughter, the gruff and scratchy voice in the morning when they’re too tired to bother with sounding soft, and the not brushing their hair bc they can’t be bothered to deal with and what are you going to do about it anyway?
i love the boldness of women who forget that they have been told to be delicate.
You’re born with worthiness. I always felt like you had to be pretty, you had to be thin, you had to be young, you have to be… something. And now I know the truth. I’m worthy.
Viola Davis for Porter Magazine, March 2018
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having the time of my life sticking carving tools in my fingers
(these prints as well as the previous one will be available for sale!)
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