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Legends of Tomorrow as The Onion headlines (6/?)
So.
Iâve seen this picture all over my Instagram for the past two weeks. With captions like âLili vs Modelâ âwho wore it better?â âWhich one is hotter?â Itâs been pretty hard to avoid. And I think itâs time I finally said something about it.
Itâs 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, Veronicaâs inspiring feminism, body positivity, etc.
And that is the most hypocritical shit Iâve ever seen.
This is a poll. A competition. A comparison of two bodies. Itâs a feeding ground for comments of judgement and negativity.â âBetty is fatâ âthatâs not flatteringâ âthe model looks way better.â
It is a perfect way to fuel this delusional idea that itâs still okay to put women on a pedestal and compare them.
Iâve 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 shouldnât be a specific body type that is considered âthe bestâ or the most beautiful? Itâs so easy to say âembrace your curvesâ âeveryone is beautiful!ââ but to actually put that into practice is the hard part. Itâs easy to convince others that we think this way, but it doesnât mean anything if you donât actually believe that.
I do not have that modelâs body. Iâm fully aware of this. I donât 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. Itâs so easy to point out someone elseâs âflawsâ, isnât it? Because it makes us feel better about ourselves and about our own insecurities.
Itâs 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, donât you get it? You are promoting the idea that this model is what all women should look like and that itâs 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 arenât 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 womanâs weight or figure.
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you should forgive yourself rowan. can you?
Behind the scenes of 2x14, âThe Fair Folksâ.
My cutting
So my cutting started when I was 13 when I lost my great grandpa we called him pop. No one was really talking about his death and it was my first lost I didn't know how to handle grief so instead of talking about it I dealt with it in another way. Whenever had a bad day or was bullied at school I would cut I hide it for a long time with bracelets. When I was 15 is when I stopped and wouldn't do it regularly would do it off and on. It's been like that for years now it's off and on it can get pretty bad when I start again I do try the rubber band trick which helps sometimes. Also writing and drawing. No matter what cutting is something that will just be apart of me nothing I can do will make me stop permanently but it's just apart of my story I'm lucky that I've had people in my life who have helped me. And I haven't cut in about a month. Just know your not alone â¤ď¸
My story
I'm a 20 year old girl who has had depression since I was 13 I have good days and bad days I also have PTSD, anxiety, cutting addiction, along with sucidal tendisies and when I loose someone I tend to not want to feel anything I just want the whole world to leave me alone. I push people away. December 26, 2016 I lost my dog young boy who was my best friend. I had him for two years I had got him from my dad oh my birthday. He got sick around October 2016 he was sick on and off but the last few week of his life he wouldn't eat wouldn't walk would go outside we barely had any money for the vet but the doctors didn't know what was wrong with him they believed it was a brain tumor and said they couldn't do anything for him they suggested if this medication didn't work then to put him down he was himself again itleast for many days I thought he was going to get better he looked better he was young boy again. And then it happened again this time worst he started having seizures. The vet told us he would have to be put down. I prayed for days I held him every moment of the day I fed him by a syringe I did everything I could I cried myself to sleep for days and then the day after Christmas I went with my brother and uncle to put him down I never felt so much pain in my life holding his paw for the last time having a last picture a last moment together and he had no idea I didn't even know he was gone until the lady said something. When " He was gone I felt like my heart just stopped I couldn't stop crying. I had the blanket he was in when I took him to the vet and just squeezed it I knew it had to happened but when it did it just tore me apart I was in pieces. I'm someone who doesn't take lost well. After it happened I couldn't be in my grandmas house I couldn't be where he once was where all the memories was so we walked to my moms and I remember just crying in her arms and her telling me he wasn't in pain anymore and he was in a better place I knew that. I just didn't want to accept that he was gone. It was like a bad dream I couldn't wake up from.
I remember after my mom distracting us with games and feeling happy for that little bit of time and then when I had to go to sleep just crying myself to sleep. I cried myself to sleep every night for weeks. I was always snapping at my grandma didn't feel happy anymore I either never slept or always slept. I started cutting again. One night I wanted to kill my self the next morning I still had that thought so I called the hospital because I felt like something was wrong I was loosing grip with myself it had been about a month since he died maybe less. After talking to them I went up there my uncle drove me I talk to this guy then got checked into the hospital saw doctors was put on sucidal watch my mom came up there I had agreed to go to this treatment center I was suppose to be there for only three days. I remember falling asleep and waking up feeling foggy as I hugged my mom bye and went in the ambulance and got checked in had to put a gown on and then went to bed around 4 am after talking to so many people and signing papers. I wasn't allowed to have my phone nothing really. I felt alone and confused when I woke up I got to have phone calls but we couldn't have visitors I did meet some people there we also had groups everyday saw therapist doctors got back on my medication. It was like a rehab we even played games went outside watched movies ate of course. The first two days weren't the best I called my mom crying that I wanted to come home I was a mess and I missed her and felt alone. But I soon learned I wasn't. I ended up staying for a week there in that week I made friends who I still talk to I learned to open up with people and about grief and found out not only did I have depression and anxiety I had depressive disorder and PTSD from trauma I was molested when I was 15 no one knew I thought my mom knew but the note that I thought she read she had accidentally washed it and I never knew that I thought she didn't believe me cause it was her boyfriend at the time but I found out later when talking to her that she just never read the note. Anyway I learned how to be strong and stay strong and take things one day at a time that your not alone my roommate also was a cutter and we talked a lot. I learned self love in there honestly that place is the reason I came out stronger than I was before. It made me feel like for the first time there was a reason all the bad stuff happened my mental illness wasn't a curse it was a gift to share with people to tell my story to maybe help someone. To inspire people. I still felt blame about young boy I had a dream about him for the first time a good one in there it made me feel like he was at peace he somehow was telling me he was okay.. anyway after I finally left I got back on my meds I also was in therapy for the first time even went to this group for the first time. I still have good days and bad days and with young boy sometimes thinking about him makes me sad cause I miss him and sometimes I blame myself I also blamed god and didn't understand why me? Why the prayers me crying everything I did didn't work but some things are just out of our hands we can't fix everything... but I know he is always with me other times it makes me happy seeing pictures and remembering our memories together. It's a process. I miss him so much everyday!! I know that this happening to me made me stronger! I also went to the cops about my sexual assault but unfortunately that didn't turn out how I wanted but I needed to say this I never really told everything. I know I'm probably leaving something out...
âYou do that, you die a coward.â
I think that explodes her brain a little bit. Because for all the other origami that other people saw, as far as I know, that was only ever between the two of them. And I think thatâs the moment where she starts to go, âWell my gut has been screaming all along and Iâve been saying âshut upââ. Her brain has all of these explanations for it and I think what happens when she gets that rose is that her brain shuts off and her gut takes over and goes, âWell, now Iâve really got to figure out whatâs happened.â - Sarah Wayne Callies on Saraâs reaction to the origami rose
Echo: Thereâs no way Octavia survived my bladeâŚ.or that fall.
Octavia:
Credit to maker of gif whoever you are :)
Echo is one of the most lethal and badass warriors of them all. She hails from Ice Nation and is fiercely loyal to her clan. Thatâs why her relationship with Bellamy is so interesting. Bellamy can reach Echo in a way no one else can. And what makes it even more interesting is heâs the enemy. This relationship continues to challenge Echo throughout season four. - Tasya Teles
Octavia and Echo see each other again on the battlefield outside of Arkadia
Echo: Octavia, youâre alive. Join us, fight by my side, be the warrior you were meant to be and win this battle.
Octavia: Bitch, you stabbed me.
Echo:Â
i will talk about the bellamy scene from 4x04 in more depth soon, so i wonât go into deep character-analysis mode now, but can i say how wild it is when you look at it from the eyes of other characters? I wanna talk about echo here.
there is this jarring shift from the already existent hopelessness that bellamy feels prior to the revelation, which we witness through kane, to the utter despair he is faced with once he hears about octaviaâs âdeathâ. and what caught my attention, aside from the emotional transition and his breaking point, is that bellamy and echo seem to interact with each other on a very personal level, too.
when the broken sword clatters to the ground we get these two shots:
the very interesting thing about these close-ups is that bellamy looks at echo, not at roan and then says ânoâ, while shaking his hand - and echo looks right back at him. obviously, his tongue is too heavy with the weight of what is unfolding in front of him, which his why his reactions establish this crazy build up, since he canât grasp the reality of that situation. but then we see one word come unstuck anyway, because ânoâ. and here is how i read the moment.
eyes already underscored by a devastation we have never seen before, the ânoâ - almost faint in its sound - sounds like a plea to me. a plea in which he needs echo to deny that this has happened. that this is something that took place. but there is no answer. echoâs devastation is clear and she canât change what happened (even if it was an accident). so, when roan says âI am sorryâ, bellamy feels the need to turn around and away from them and that reality - a very immediate move - because it hits, fast and hard. even if echo doesnât say anything, roanâs words have an effect on him that ring as true as echoâs silence.
and when echo does answer and says
(i think the âgoodâ is meant to comfort him) he breaks.
and here is what i find interesting about echo. she stays.
echo stays and watches him. she doesnât immediately turn around when roan gives an order, she doesnât cover her ears to shield herself away from bellamyâs screams, she doesnât blink, she doesnât move at all. instead, she watches him head on. watches him wail out in grief and repeat ânoâ over and over again with that rather devastated exression on her face, reflecting shock and sadness.
this is a very disturbing experience, because thatâs how echo witnesses war on an entirely different level. this is why bellamyâs words, before he hears about octaviaâs âdeathâ, âechoâ in this scene: âWeâll always end up here⌠in the brink of warâ, because he is not on the brink of it anymore, but tipping over the edge and falling right into the madness - not with weapons, but emotions - and echo sees all that and canât do anything, but watch. with his teeth blunted and eyes dimmed, and a primal scream that reveals his insides. this is what war looks like when someone who wears his heart on his sleeves can only scream.
its just pain. and she feels every bit of it.
bob definitely delivers here. he literally transforms and unleashes the full extent of bellamyâs grief in spades, and it hits you from all angles, through all characters in different ways, through every corner of the setting. itâs soul-shattering and an unforgettable traumatic experience - for many, but mainly bellamy.Â
2.09 // 4.01
4x01 -Â âEchoesâ: Echo
#poor boy has the shittiest luck with Azgeda