1. "

    A FAT LITTLE GIRL
    is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

    A FAT LITTLE GIRL
    is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

    A FAT LITTLE GIRL
    is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

    A FAT LITTLE GIRL
    is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

    A FAT LITTLE GIRL
    is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

    A FAT LITTLE GIRL
    is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

    A FAT LITTLE GIRL
    is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

    A FAT LITTLE GIRL
    is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

    She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
    You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

    "
    — Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

    (via princefawns)

     
  2. mx-ro:

    brown-likeme:

    nizhonibird:

    sikssaapo-p:

    THE TRUTH OF NATIVE AMERICANS BEFORE THE GENOCIDE

    Gotta put this on blast.
    We never needed a white savior.

    I hate this country.

    What I learned from this video:

    • 100 million Native Americans died at the hands of white colonists
    • Instead of planting crops the colonists spent their days digging random holes in the ground looking for gold. They started starving and dug up Indian corpses to eat. They took Indian prisoners and forced them to teach the colonists how to farm
    • Native Americans had massive cities with tens of thousands of well constructed houses, intricate water canals and large merchant areas.
    • The Native Americans used soaps, deodorants and breath sweeteners while colonists never bathed or even took of their clothes
    • There was a delousing policy with the mantra Nits create Lice; nits being Native American babies, so their goal was to kill every Indian, including babies 
    • In the 1700’s 80% of the Federal Budget went towards eradicating the Native American population so they could take their developed farmland
    • Colonists leaders went town after town killing men women and children under the approval of George Washington
    • "Pursue Indians to extermination" -Thomas Jefferson
    • California governor (1849-1851): “extermination must continue to be waged until the Indian becomes extinct”

    The main factor which prevented Native American extinction was the fact they were used for slave labor. The most prized Native Americans were young girls who were said to be valued for labor and lust (that one white dude in your ethnic studies class that says he’s 1/36th Cherokee?)

    In modern times children were forced into Indian Boarding Schools whose goal was to “Kill the Indian in them”. It was federal policy. They were beaten if they used their native tongue, they were forced to dress and style their hair like whites 

    This country was literally built on terrorism and mass murder. White people are savage terrorists.

    Until, this is taught in schools everywhere- “history class” is merely a racism propaganda course.

    (via enjolrasthesocialjusticeblogger)

     
     
  3. runaon:

    This is disgusting.

    (Source: questionall, via lafillemorpho)

    Tagged #ableism
     

  4. The Boxtrolls is transmisogynist

    phoenixhobbit:

    So I went to see The Boxtrolls today having been very excited about all of the publicity, the general theme of the film, and all of the posters I saw of what appeared to be same gender families.

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    I left the cinema in tears because of it. It’s very transmisogynist. I do not advise anyone, especially trans women, to see this film. I’ll explain why below.

    TW FOR THE CONTENT BELOW. It contains spoilers and descriptions of transmisogyny.

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    (via youlooklikeasixtiesqueen)

     

  5. p sure all my roomies know each other by now and i am sitting in my room watching tangled for the fifth time i hate myself so much

     

  6. ohnoproblems:

    hire me to make your game better

    "you’re just filling it with lesbians-"

    well it’s better now

    (via dion-thesocialist)

     
  7. “Planet of Love”, Richard Siken

    (Source: meiringens, via enjolrasthesocialjusticeblogger)

     

  8. Sept. 20 8:55 am

    justice4mikebrown:

    (via gingercutie)

    Tagged #ferguson
     
  9. "Mad was the last kid I saw and he was asleep. He was 3 months old and they put him in my arms and he stayed asleep and they put him in the bath and he stayed asleep and I thought he was narcoleptic or something. Then he opened his eyes and just stared at me for the longest time and I just stared at him and I started crying and he smiled. And it wasn’t that he smiled that he liked me, it was just that I hadn’t held children in my life and I was always considered so dark and I always had so many things that made me feel like maybe I shouldn’t be somebody’s mom because certainly the world has an opinion of me and I’m not so sure about myself and am I gonna be the best mom? So the fact that this little kid seemed at ease gave me the courage to feel like I could make him happy. And so we became a family right then." — Angelina Jolie

    (Source: becketts, via artvevo)

     
  10. We’re gonna get that show back on the air, buddy.

    (Source: professorduncan, via arcticbella)

    Tagged #community #gif