Experiment 626. Twenty-five. "She" (technically cis-female but really gender-queer). Part of the invisible/forgotten B in LGBTQ. Aquarius. Fat and beautiful. Professionally involved in psychology and mental health. Feminist, activist, and advocate (which should go without saying, for everyone). Television show enthusiast. Obsessed with the 53 Disney Animated Features. ASOIAF reader. Ravenclaw.
All of my posts are queued and then randomized.
I run a Disney tumblr called disneyanalysis.
More wrinkle cream is sold to women who feel old, more diet pills to women who feel fat and more douches to women who feel dirty…
If we stop hating ourselves, they’ll lose billions.
That’s not to say it’s wrong or right - that’s all relative - it’s just a thing, an observation I’ve made. I think we, as humans, whether it be aesthetic or physical, glorify that which we perceive is hard to obtain. Also, I love you =).
I think that’s a very original way of looking at it, and it might even be true in a way, although I don’t think this is the human condition. I think it’s an unhealthy fantasy that some of us acquire but because “some of us” are in the media/are heads of cultures, “some of us” send that negativity out to the rest of us. And, worst of all, if society/culture glorifies was is unattainable, it’s hurting all of us. It’s perpetuating unrealistic expectations and it’s causing humans to hate each others’ differences and to hate themselves for not resembling what’s on the pedestals.
And if you are right and this is the human condition, then I think we’ve evolved enough to be able to get over our unrealistic fantasies. It’s a part of our condition to be afraid of death, and yet in order to be happy we spend our lives accepting it. I think the same applies in this case.
On a more personal note, I think beauty is everywhere and that the enlightened can see it everywhere.
And that’s the first time you’ve ever said that you love me, I think! I’m a little speechless, to be honest! I love you, too!
Fuck the society that tells us we are worth more than our eating disorders but simultaneously sexualizes them and perpetuates the behaviours we engage in as “healthy diets”.
why do plus sized models have to be called “plus-sized” why can’t they just be called “models?” it’s like when they say “gay marriage” why can’t it just be “marriage” i’m so sick of society and their stupid theories of what is right and what is wrong bye