Hey girl wanna talk about truth, justice and the American way?

Then afterwards malts.

wdarmory:

Character Series: DC’s Poison Ivy
Character: Alchemist Poison Ivy/Original Poison Ivy
Desigher/Cosplayer: Eva Birch of The White Dragon Armory and Cosplay
www.facebook.com/thewhitedragonarmory
Created with leather, scale mallie, calf suede, deer suede, worbla for the vines only, resin cast crystals with changing lights, and customized boots. All created by myself. All sewing was hand sewn including the entire jacket and front flap. The wig is not quite complete but is a combination of wefts, pony tail clip sewn in and a matilda in crimson from Arda Wigs.

wdarmory:

Character Series: DC’s Poison Ivy

Character: Alchemist Poison Ivy/Original Poison Ivy

Desigher/Cosplayer: Eva Birch of The White Dragon Armory and Cosplay

www.facebook.com/thewhitedragonarmory

Created with leather, scale mallie, calf suede, deer suede, worbla for the vines only, resin cast crystals with changing lights, and customized boots. All created by myself. All sewing was hand sewn including the entire jacket and front flap. The wig is not quite complete but is a combination of wefts, pony tail clip sewn in and a matilda in crimson from Arda Wigs.

(via fatgirldangerous)

brooklynboobala:

Today I am trying to stop this constant comparing of my body to other fat bodies. Fat bodies with defined waists, big hips, smooth skin, less chins. I’ve got to stop this shit. It’s fucking me up.

(via fatgirldangerous)

Yooo.

Yooo.

And that’s how it is! Thank god it’s not just me XD

And that’s how it is! Thank god it’s not just me XD

I’m learning that and thank god for them.
It’s just that, I used to have balls the size of Mount Everest and I could take on the world. I feel so weak sometimes you know? I’m sure I’ll find a good middle ground, but atm I’m tired of my hands shaking at the thought of confrontation.

I’m learning that and thank god for them.

It’s just that, I used to have balls the size of Mount Everest and I could take on the world. I feel so weak sometimes you know? I’m sure I’ll find a good middle ground, but atm I’m tired of my hands shaking at the thought of confrontation.

Full on potato head comin through!

Full on potato head comin through!

I have to remind myself that not all people are willing to listen when it comes to body shaming.

In fact just today I was told by a casual friend that “people absolutely have the right to “body shame” just like you have the right to filter it.” I decided instead of having a conversation with him and pushing the issue like I should have I basically said “I’m not sorry I feel this way but I am sorry that you do” and left it at that.

I’m too sensitive for the big conversations and running this blog has taught me that. I get panicky and anxious and sick to my stomach. I can’t fight like I used to and that hurts me more than anything ever could.

I am jealous of the people on here that can have these conversations, that can come out with resources and links and proof to back up their conversations.

I don’t have the strength to fight anymore.

The best I can do right now, is learn to love myself and understand some people are absolutely terrible and will never learn.

But then, the truth was never really the point. Thin women don’t tell their fat friends ‘You’re not fat’ because they’re confused about the dictionary definition of the word, or their eyes are broken, or they were raised on planets where size 24 is the average for women. They don’t say it because it’s the truth. They say it because fat does not mean just fat in this culture. It can also mean any or all of the following:

Ugly
Unhealthy
Smelly
Lazy
Ignorant
Undisciplined
Unlovable
Burdensome
Embarrassing
Unfashionable
Mean
Angry
Socially inept
Just plain icky

So when they say ‘You’re not fat,’ what they really mean is ‘You’re not a dozen nasty things I associate with the word fat.’ The size of your body is not what’s in question; a tape measure or a mirror could solve that dispute. What’s in question is your goodness, your lovability, your intelligence, your kindness, your attractiveness. And your friends, not surprisingly, are inclined to believe you get high marks in all those categories. Ergo, you couldn’t possibly be fat.

— Kate Harding (via annecarsons)

(via fatgirldangerous)