“Stop telling women that we should find ourselves beautiful and that we should love ourselves when you are standing right there, judging us on how our knees look in short skirts and how prominent our boobs are in a sweater and how much makeup we are or are not wearing.
Instead of us working harder on “love your body” and “find your inner beauty”, the rest of the world should be working harder on “stop telling women their bodies are a shameful place to live but that if they’re strong enough, they will learn to embrace that shame.”
This is my body. It’s not “beautiful”. I don’t “love it”. I don’t have to. I don’t have to have any strong feelings about my body. And whatever feelings I do have are not somehow invalid if they’re not glowing reviews.”
I don’t 100% agree with the article, but I agree with the general sentiment. Mostly the bolded stuff (obviously).
(Bolded text bolded by me.)
“Because community—the rich kind, the transforming kind, the valuable and difficult kind—doesn’t happen in partial truths and well-edited photo collections on Instagram. Community happens when we hear each other’s actual voices, when we enter one another’s actual homes, with actual messes, around actual tables telling stories that ramble on beyond 140 pithy characters.”
(Just because I completely agree with this doesn’t mean I am any less of an unabashed Instagrammer, though.)
“Red Eyes,” Hello Hurricane, Switchfoot
Man, I just love it when a phrase in a song that you’ve heard a billion times (okay I lied, only 68 times) suddenly pops out at you, even when you’re not listening particularly actively.
MUSIC I LOVE IT.
This particular line has a very Dark Blue feel to it.