For fat women, being stylish isn’t a luxury. It’s often a necessity to get hired, to get access to healthcare, to get treated like a human being.
Fat women have all kinds of narratives about sloppiness, laziness, dirtiness to overcome. Sometimes heels are a crucial part of looking “put together” in a way that sufficiently convinces people that we care about ourselves, that manages to counteract pervasive cultural narratives that fat people don’t care about ourselves. That we have “let ourselves go.”
Being “put together” is part of the way many of us convey to a judgmental world that we are worth caring about.
I get treated completely differently at a $20 hair salon if I’m dressed up or dressed down. Two totally different experiences. I get treated differently at the doctor’s office, and at the emergency room. I can’t go to the ER in sweatpants, because I’ll get shittier treatment. In an emergency, I have to worry if I am dressed up enough to prove that I deserve respect and care.
Feeling this so hard. I’m a fundraising professional for a wonderful nonprofit and in my sector I have to dress more nice/conservative than some of the thin fundraisers I meet at similar nonprofits, in order to be seen as equally credible.
Never mind the fact that I regularly meet people who are much more warm/welcoming to my thin, conventionally attractive colleagues than they are me. It’s pathetic, but I frequently have to endear myself to others by filling the funny fat girl role.
Wait so I was babysitting tonight and the 11 year old was telling me about how she was at a sleepover and they asked her if she’d ever gotten high and she was like “no I haven’t had any alcohol” and they were all “psh, that’s not how you get high” and then they told her it was something about sniffing weed where I promptly cut in “that’s not how it works” and she just made this face at me and I’m just like.
Please. I’m almost 21, you’re 10 years younger than me, if anyone should be passing judgement here it should be me.
describing eye colors isn’t actually v helpful as a description??? talk about the makeup smeared on the left side, the lines under their eyes, the sloppily cut hair obscuring their eyes from view, how bloodshot or sunken they seem in the face, how wide they go at the slightest sound, how glassy and unblinking they seem, how they’re always darting away
all of that tells me a bit more about the character than whatever shade of gemstone they most resemble, seriously
i love conspiracy theories bc at first you think they’re utter bullshit but then you start reading these crackpot articles and suddenly you’re convinced Obama is actually a reptilian overlord and the moon landing was faked
the thing about the fault in our stars trailer is that when augustus’ dialogue from the book is actually said out loud by an actual person you begin to realize that he sounds like a complete douchelord
I feel like one of the greatest conquests of the english language is the phrase ‘I’ma’ because it’s an abbreviation for ‘I am going to’ like we managed to subtract all the spaces and three-fourths of the letters and we still know what it means that’s powerful
why do people have quiet respectful funerals when i die i want my ashes mixed with glitter and packed tightly into a coffin and then they blow up the coffin with explosives so glitter rains down on the guests while blasting “thanks for the memories” by fall out boy
Why can’t people be really fucking spontaneous more often. Like why don’t people get on buses in the middle of the night to see someone or call them and say what they feel exactly how they feel it. It’s all fucking mundane shit, trying to keep your cool, playing hard to get, hinting and confusing signals ugh I hate it
You should date a boy with money. Date a boy who doesn’t have a shrimp dick. Date a boy who spends his money on diamond jewelry instead of video games. Ask for a tiara on your second date. Date a boy with a car. Date a boy who had a personal butler when he was born. Date a boy with shitty grades and good looks. Date a boy you can easily manipulate. Date a boy who shops in Paris and dines in Hong Kong. Spend every weekend in a new city. Date a boy with a gold jacuzzi in his villa. Date a boy who has excellent health insurance. Date a boy who can cater to your every whim. Date a boy with money.
if you don’t think you are very smart or funny or good looking or whatever then maybe just try to focus on the things that are great about you… like maybe you are good at remembering birthdays or important days, or you are gentle and kind with animals, or you are good at being patient with children or you have mastered the art of roasting marshmellows to perfection…. you don’t have to be Einstein or a top model to celebrate yourself
there should be like a really obvious sign that you’re about to start your period like the day before you start your pee should turn bright blue or something as a warning signal because I’m sick of this surprise shit