REMEMBER WHEN YOU HAD YOUR CAKE, ATE IT AND DIDN’T FEEL BAD ABOUT IT?
After a sluggish Christmas I’ve been trying really hard to ‘love my body’ rather than stress about shifting things and conforming to unrealistic (for my body shape), constructed, beauty standards. But it’s not easy. So the above read came at a good time. Living should be about having fun, and I don’t find hating on my body very fun. I’m still not sure how to achieve that sense of ‘my body is fine’, which is particularly frustrating given my commitment to feminism, but whatever. Blah, blah, blergh. When I was little I had an imaginary friend that was just a replica of me. Maybe a I need to get her back and hope she’s still 5. Drop Dead Fred eat your heart out.
Reblogged from hellogiggles, 146 notes, January 12, 2012