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I was talking to my brother about women’s attitudes towards their bodies, especially regarding weight/fat, and when he said “most guys don’t notice/care about that kind of thing,” I tried to explain why it was a lot more complicated than that. I ended up telling this story.
Body image is something that’s so hard to talk about, and it’s hard to express body positivity without sounding cheesy, false, or overly simplistic. But I’m gonna try. This is only my own experience, and it didn’t magically cure me of all my body image issues - but it was a major turning point for me nonetheless.
reblog for truthin’
You know how sometimes you might look at something and think it’s something else for a moment? Here are some misreads from my brain lately…
I read “Worm Tongue” as “Warm Tongue.”
I read “Fuck Up More” as “Fuck Me More.”
I read “Fuck Black Friday” as “Fuck Buddy Friday.”
I think Fuck Buddy Friday would be a way better day than Black Friday…
I have a plan to try and be productive for the day & my husband decides to stay home from work and sleep.
I have my computer back. I am home again. I hope everyone is well.
Laptop still getting worked on…
Tonight there’s a dinner for my in-laws’ 50th wedding anniversary. It’s at a restaurant Shawn and I don’t go to anymore because the owner is rude and the food isn’t great. We’re being served buffet style with food I wouldn’t have ordered for myself and Shawn and I have to pay $40 to cover our share. $40 not including alcohol. If we could order off the menu it’d cost around $20 to feed both of us. I’m not sure what genius came up with this plan.