Upside Down: RIOTS NOT DIETS.

RIOTS NOT FUCKING DIETS.

RIOTS. NOT DIETS.

I don’t give a fucking fuck that my BMI says I’m overweight or you think its better for MY health to lose weight BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK DO DIETS EVEN EXIST? I have not once in my life seen or heard of an advertisement for a diet talking about how much happier the person is now that they are active and healthy (because obviously they can’t be active until they lose that 20 or 50 or 100 pounds DUH) or how they love their strong thighs or how much more joyful their life is. Its all OH LOOK AT THIS FUCKING NUMBER THAT MATTERED SO MUCH TO ME THAT I HAD TO MAKE IT SMALLER. And what happens should said person gain back any of that weight. Does 10 pounds make or break happiness? What about 30? What about 80? What happens then? Do you have a happiness vs. weight threshold? It hurts me so deep inside to think that its so totally normal for someone to depend on numbers on a scale to tell them how to feel. Why. Just… why.

And god fucking dammit fuck clothes. Seriously fuck stores whose biggest size barely fits the average human because you know what? If clothes don’t fit me its THE CLOTHING DESIGNER’S FAULT. I only wear clothes because sometimes its cold and I am legally required to and everyone looks better naked clothing sizes are useless labels we place on our bodies to allow someone to label us acceptable.

I will not give in to a culture that tells me my thighs jiggle too much. my stomach is too paunchy. my boobs are too big. my skin is not clear enough. my arms are too flabby. my scars are too obvious. i need to cover up my body because it is so wrong for existing the way that it does.

FOR GOODNESS SAKE I AM BEAUTIFUL AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOU. ARE. FUCKING. BEAUTIFUL. WE DON’T NEED LABELS OR NUMBERS OR COLORS OR WIDTHS OR TAGS FOR OUR BEAUTY.

I’m not sorry. I will never be sorry. I will never ever be sorry for loving myself and wanting others to do the same. Never.

(this is so incoherent and ranty but i have never been more angry at this culture and the diet ridden world and how acceptable it is for a woman or any person’s self esteem to be dependent on their appearance. and most of all how i feel like i am surrounded by people who think i’m just plain wrong because i don’t know why i just am.)

YES. Seriously fuck this diet culture and fuck anyone who thinks they have any fucking right to tell ANYONE that they are not beautiful.

I agree and disagree with these posts in equal measure.

I agree that there is tons of pressure on women (and men, for that matter) to look a certain way in today’s society. But to point to the prevalence of diet advertisements is a bit like looking at chickens and saying “OMG, eggs!”. Furthermore, using fear to sell a product is one of the oldest, and most basic advertising techniques ever.

I agree that there are stores with sizes that don’t fit the majority of the public. However, that goes both ways. For every store that caters to small women, I can think of another that caters to larger women. I’m a petite size four. Some stores, I’m a size two. Does that mean I should go to a store where the smallest size is a ten or a twelve and demand that they make clothes to fit me? Of course not. Instead, I go to a different store where they have clothes in my size.

I agree that sizes are arbitrary and stupid. As I stated above, my “size” varies between eight and two depending on cut, style, color, store, fit, and the look I want out of a particular garment. But sizes aren’t supposed to be labels. They are supposed to be a tool, so that one doesn’t have to try on every piece of clothing in the store when shopping. I also agree that some women get caught up in that magical number. But, all that means is that women need better education in how clothing is supposed to fit. Off the rack clothing isn’t going to fit everyone. In fact, it doesn’t fit most people. Which is why there are tailors in the world. The more education women get about fit and clothing options, then maybe they’d get less hung up about the numbers.

I don’t agree that the only reason to wear clothing is legal/exposure concerns. Clothes can be used to increase one’s confidence, self worth, and are plain fun. Fashion is a celebration of fabric, women’s body, shape, and art. Even putting on jeans and a t-shirt involves choices that reflex everything from personal style to ideology.

Honestly, this whole rant just screams insecurities that the author has about her weight and body image wrapped up in angry, feminist bullshit.

Upside Down: RIOTS NOT DIETS.

sexxxisbeautiful:

RIOTS NOT FUCKING DIETS.

RIOTS. NOT DIETS.

I don’t give a fucking fuck that my BMI says I’m overweight or you think its better for MY health to lose weight BECAUSE WHY THE FUCK DO DIETS EVEN EXIST? I have not once in my life seen or heard of an advertisement for a diet talking about how much happier the person is now that they are active and healthy (because obviously they can’t be active until they lose that 20 or 50 or 100 pounds DUH) or how they love their strong thighs or how much more joyful their life is. Its all OH LOOK AT THIS FUCKING NUMBER THAT MATTERED SO MUCH TO ME THAT I HAD TO MAKE IT SMALLER. And what happens should said person gain back any of that weight. Does 10 pounds make or break happiness? What about 30? What about 80? What happens then? Do you have a happiness vs. weight threshold? It hurts me so deep inside to think that its so totally normal for someone to depend on numbers on a scale to tell them how to feel. Why. Just… why.

And god fucking dammit fuck clothes. Seriously fuck stores whose biggest size barely fits the average human because you know what? If clothes don’t fit me its THE CLOTHING DESIGNER’S FAULT. I only wear clothes because sometimes its cold and I am legally required to and everyone looks better naked clothing sizes are useless labels we place on our bodies to allow someone to label us acceptable.

I will not give in to a culture that tells me my thighs jiggle too much. my stomach is too paunchy. my boobs are too big. my skin is not clear enough. my arms are too flabby. my scars are too obvious. i need to cover up my body because it is so wrong for existing the way that it does.

FOR GOODNESS SAKE I AM BEAUTIFUL AND YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. YOU. ARE. FUCKING. BEAUTIFUL. WE DON’T NEED LABELS OR NUMBERS OR COLORS OR WIDTHS OR TAGS FOR OUR BEAUTY.

I’m not sorry. I will never be sorry. I will never ever be sorry for loving myself and wanting others to do the same. Never.

(this is so incoherent and ranty but i have never been more angry at this culture and the diet ridden world and how acceptable it is for a woman or any person’s self esteem to be dependent on their appearance. and most of all how i feel like i am surrounded by people who think i’m just plain wrong because i don’t know why i just am.)

YES. Seriously fuck this diet culture and fuck anyone who thinks they have any fucking right to tell ANYONE that they are not beautiful.