I posted this picture on the right earlier today. I re-blogged it from a man I follow who kind of turned it into a gender war. I’ve talked to him about it, and we have come to understanding about what this picture means. To me, it represents the over sexualization of women’s bodies. The picture on the left is my body. This is what I see every day when I look down. It isn’t supposed to be sexy. It’s me in a bra about to put clothes on. This is how women see themselves daily. Seeing our bodies from this perspective makes the over sexualization of our bodies totally foreign. Do you think this is sexy? Is this fap material for later? It’s strange to think that maybe if it were straight on so you could as opposed to being directly above it would be sexy. Straight on you could see the size of my boobs and my hourglass shape. The lacy red underwear I’m wearing, too. It’s weird how an angle changes everything, isn’t it? Our bodies are bodies. They are just that. This is how females see their bodies. Do you get it now? This is why it is such a mind fuck that we can’t wear tank tops or short shorts or walk around late at night. God forbid if we were raped. The first thing they would ask is “What were you wearing?” Our bodies aren’t always sexual. Most of the time they’re just our bodies. Covered in skin. Covered in flesh. We are not sex symbols. We are fucking people.
I like it. Never thought about it that way.
I just did the whole roommate- application thing for college, and everyone has these serious descriptions like, “My name is xxxxx and I’m majoring in xxxxx.” that just state who they are and what they’re doing so plain and simple and I’m over here like:
About Me change
I’m kind of…
Haha, my roommate selection is dry too. I’ve yet to find someone sarcastic like me. I’m going to UNC too by the way, but I’m a physics major, so this’ll be the end of my reblog.
“Steve Carell, Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert: How men would look if they had to pose in ads the way women are expected to.”
Artist To Ponder: Robert Frost
His words always seem to stick with me. I memorized my first Frost poem when I was in middle school. To this day that poem (Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening) still swirls in my mind. I hear those last lines “… I have promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep” so often. When I’m tired, abused, desiring to give up I remind myself that there is much left for me to do. There are people counting on me and changes to be made to this world.
Walk on, your journey isn’t for naught.
“Walk on. Your journey isn’t for naught.”
I can’t wait for summer. I can’t wait to be able to be outside later and be warmer. I can’t wait to go on long walks on Lakeshore Path to clear my head, because god knows I need that. But when I walk, I think and I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my friends from last year and my friends from…
Wow.. These are my thoughts, and someone else thinks it too. My situation is different only in that I’m the one back home, my friends all in college, and I realize my aloneness will only intensify this fall when I go to college.. Emotional recognition is comforting. But like you said, more comforting when it’s someone you’re familiar with. I pray I identify with enough others this August. That’s what I’m convinced this is all about anyway: self identity and our compatibility with like souls (for lack of a less scary word).
College is scary. But it’s scary for everyone else too, there are only a couple people that aren’t scared shitless. And I know you’ve probably heard this a million times, but everyone will be in the same boat that you will be in. Everyone is looking for new friends and everyone is finding them. Take classes that you’re interested in or join a club that looks fun. I was told this so many times and I always thought it was bullshit, but it isn’t. My best friends now were made by a happy mistake, an impulsive decision on which classes I should take. It just takes time to adjust (everyone’s probably said this too many times as well, but it is also true). I’m only just starting to feel okay here and this school year’s almost over! Keep your friends from home close, chances are they’ll miss you too and since they are older, they can probably help you through the transition. When it comes down to it, you just have to say hi to someone on the first day. For introverts (like me) it’s incredibly hard, but that’s how I made some of my best friends here. Good luck next fall. :)
Accidentally hitting the send button on Instagram.
I’m guessing the reason this has over one hundred thousand reblogs is because we’ve all been there haven’t we, to some degree or another? I’ve never actually sat down at my coffee table thinking about this guy eternally on my mind, but I’ve laid in bed, I’ve stared into space, I’ve curled into a ball on my bedroom floor, and I’ve even cried a little. This is all too relatable. But it happens, and we grow because of it. I have to convince myself of that.
I love this!!!! Only, the majority of black women I know have relaxers. Including me..