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i love digimon :)
Behind the Scenes of “All About That Bass” +
How are skinny girls supposed to feel love when your song is about loving only fat bodies?
I’m sorry, but how are fat girls supposed to feel when every advertisement, be it on television or in a magazine, when nearly every movie, shows only thin women? I am completely against body shaming, but the fact remains that there is very little positive representation for bigger girls. Thin women are considered the norm and are far more accepted and you see them everywhere you look in the media. So please, don’t take this the wrong way, but please just let me have a song that makes me, for once, feel good about my body.
ive also noticed that people always focus on one particular line of this song which apparently makes it “skinny shaming”
but nobody ever acknowledges the following lines?
the main theme of the song is giving love to larger women because larger women are so commonly shamed for their bodies, ignored by the media and generally given less love and acceptance than thinner women, but the song in its entirety is a message that all women are beautiful. People are failing to acknowledge that
Morning Aerobics with Copper
I was never up early enough to participate when I was younger :<
hey guys i know the VMAS were all nice and cool but it’s really important that you send this around. I knew Kit from highschool, she was a regular still-life model in my art class in highschool and often modeled for universities in Toronto. She has the kindest soul, and i’m so sad to hear she’s missing.
“I have a friend with flaming red hair who’s gone missing.
And when I say missing I mean, totally missing, scary missing, poof. Vanished into thin air. And here is the thing, the police don’t really care. Unless you’re a child or an elderly patient with dementia, you don’t matter if you go missing. They’ll post about it, but that’s all.
Last time I saw Kit, I was in her beautiful, well cared for,back yard. She had vines growing up over her table setting, she had carefully planted herbs in her back yard. She took the time to make tea, and served it with milk from a local dairy and honey from a local honey farm. She was and is one of the most beautiful people I know. And, now, as I write this I’m trying not to cry because she encouraged me to be an artist, to pick up my brush, and to start painting again.
Here’s the thing, I’ve never had a sister, so having a best friend that was special, so special to me that I can’t even begin to explain it. We’d meet every Thursday and share Pho and tarot, we’d talk about relationships, art, and magic. Sometimes she frustrated me to tears, but always, her words made sense to me and they changed my life.
She had that kind of power, the power to change my life, to help me become a better person and a better artist.
I think I’m obsessing, because I feel so helpless. She said I was like a pit bull, I would light into a problem and hold on for dear life until it was torn to shreds. So here I am trying to tear thought a mystery to find the answer.
Today I talked to homeless people and hung posters all over the junction area. Today I drank tea and thought of her. Today I couldn’t paint because the brush felt so heavy in my hands. “
Its important to know that Kit had suffered a psychotic attack in the past and a few days before her disappearance she reported similar symptoms. It is believed that she is having a hard time dealing with reality and that she is probably frightened and in hiding.
again! please boost this and if anyone from Toronto sees her please call Toronto police at 905-808-1400 !!!!!
when a fic says nc-17 but they aint even take their clothes off