I flounder. This child — my first and wildly celebrated daughter — was breastfed girl power. I read picture books with only central female characters, I insisted she wrestle her big brothers, demanded family call her words like smart and brave as much as cute and adorable. I tell her we are all different — straight and thin to round and plump and millions of ways in between. I tell her it’s what makes us all beautiful. Unconvinced.
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Janell Burley Hofmann: “Mom, I’m Fat”: How I Responded To My 7-Year-Old Daughter
My dear friend sent me this article with this comment: “Here’s to radical parenting, and all of it you will do one day ♥.” I have to say I am scared to raise a daughter for moments just like this and I also can not wait to try and be the best radical/loving/strong/body positive/feminist mom I can be.
(via tierracita)
Chrystos: "those tears"
“of a white woman who came to the group for Women of Color only
her grief cut us into guilt while we clutched the straw
of this tiny square inch we have which we need
so desperately when we need so much more
We talked her into leaving
which took 10 minutes of our precious 60…”
freedom fighter.: there's a reason i don't date white folks.
i know that there are a couple different camps of thinking. there’s the white people all up and through their fee-fees, “BUT ALL WHITE PEOPLE AREN’T LIKE THAT!” camp. and the “BUT IF WE KEEP INTERMIXING, RACISM WILL GO AWAY!” (ie= colorblind/whitewashing) camp. and of course, just by having the…
I think one of the most radical things we can do, as oppressed peoples, is reclaim our bodies as our own and reject those normative standards of beauty. We need to see our bodies, our lives, as beautiful. We need to not only be ok with our bodies but also celebrate them for their difference, their gorgeousness. We need to look in the mirror and be able to masturbate to our own image. We need to see our wild, natural hair and our thick thighs and see them as the epitome of splendor. We need to be able to dance in the street and shout that we are fucking hot!
Is this easy? Hell no! We need to deprogram decades and decades of messages that tells us that we are ugly, worthless and unworthy of love. This is hard work! And it is only done with the gentleness of a community of people that love and affirm us. Because otherwise, the constant batter of hatred that we face in everyday life will convince us that we are ugly, worthless and unworthy of love. We need to have the place to come home to to heal and recover and remember who we are.
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Post the Forty-Second or On Pretty Privilege (via biyuti)
This statement/affirmation just had me in tears at work. Truer words were never spoken. I need to heal, recover and remember who I am.
(via femmefatalist)
the biggest guilty pleasure of mine,
- holding hands in public
we don’t even have to be in a relationship, i absolutely love that shit. to me, it’s one of the biggest forms of intimacy right next to a kiss. don’t get me wrong though, i don’t just hold
anyoneshand - i have to feel comfortable with you. i find it so adorable when i see 2 people doing it, it goes to show how close 2 people can be without necessarily being body to body.
THIS!!!
