“The pressure to always be thin, beautiful, and healthy makes us miserable. It doesn’t make us happy, or comfortable, or confident, or safe. It keeps us hungry (literally and figuratively) and sad, certain only that we are never virtuous enough to measure up to those cultural expectations, and that we never will be.
The only people I know—myself included—who are happy with their bodies are the ones who have dropped out of the assimilation races. It all starts when we say no. And we can say no.
When someone instructs us to lose weight, to shave, to straighten our hair, to get “in shape”, to wear makeup, to wear less makeup, to dress appropriately, to dress more stylishly, no not that stylishly, to stop standing out, to stop making noise, to stop being so damn large, to stop making excuses, to stop fighting, to just get along, to just do what we tell you, to just buy into this commercial weight-loss plan, to just take these pills, to just have this cosmetic surgery, to just follow instructions, to just know that we’re doing this for your own good, to never walk alone, to never walk alone in that outfit, to never draw attention, because no one wants to see that, because no one wants to see your body, because no one wants to see you.
You can tell them no, and refuse to say more on the subject.
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— Lesley Kinzel (via
internal-acceptance-movement)
(via gtfothinspo)
“The pressure to always be thin, beautiful, and healthy makes us miserable. It doesn’t make us happy, or comfortable, or confident, or safe. It keeps us hungry (literally and figuratively) and sad, certain only that we are never virtuous enough to measure up to those cultural expectations, and that we never will be.
The only people I know—myself included—who are happy with their bodies are the ones who have dropped out of the assimilation races. It all starts when we say no. And we can say no.
When someone instructs us to lose weight, to shave, to straighten our hair, to get “in shape”, to wear makeup, to wear less makeup, to dress appropriately, to dress more stylishly, no not that stylishly, to stop standing out, to stop making noise, to stop being so damn large, to stop making excuses, to stop fighting, to just get along, to just do what we tell you, to just buy into this commercial weight-loss plan, to just take these pills, to just have this cosmetic surgery, to just follow instructions, to just know that we’re doing this for your own good, to never walk alone, to never walk alone in that outfit, to never draw attention, because no one wants to see that, because no one wants to see your body, because no one wants to see you.
You can tell them no, and refuse to say more on the subject.
"
— Lesley Kinzel (via
internal-acceptance-movement)
(via myhappyfat)
“It is none of my goddamned business if a random 400-pound (or 150-pound, or 90-pound) woman is healthy or not. Just as it’s none of my business how much money she makes or how her sex life is going. Health is private. Period.
What I do believe – and what I feel perfectly qualified to proclaim from the rooftops - is that every woman at every weight, shape, and size deserves to be treated with respect, deserves to feel loved, deserves to make her own decisions about her own body. Every woman at every weight, shape, and size deserves to have a fabulous time exploring her personal style and honing her unique look. Every woman at every weight, shape, and size can define health for herself. And, above all, every woman at every weight, shape, and size deserves to be happy. Every woman at every weight, shape, and size CAN be happy. And anyone who claims that happiness is contingent on weight is foolish and misguided, prejudiced and small-minded.
I’m not interested in quantifying the health of other women. I’m not qualified to make decrees about the health of other women. But I’m making it my life’s work to make sure that other women are happy. Happy with their lives, their bodies, their very existences.
Because happiness trumps everything, and we all deserve a piece of it. ALL of us. Including you.
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The question of health is a private one. And often irrelevant | already pretty (via curvesahead)
I believe this could have included gender neautral pronouns but overall it hits the spot right.
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(Source: rawwomen, via gtfothinspo)
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heartandchaos:
Before and after. #eatingdisorder #recovery #scale
I wish I could do this
I totally understand breaking the scale as a part of ED recovery. And congrats on taking such a bold step! :)
But this photo set particularly pains me because I just bought that exact scale a couple weeks ago with my pittance of a paycheck, so it’s like… I wish you just gave it to me… :-P
A waste of $50;( I just bought the same scale, I would’ve taken this one for free.
Here’s the link to the post where I addressed why I didn’t donate or give away my scale. And the importance of breaking it.
autre-dimension:
attempt-recovery:
This is literally the best thing on tumblr.
How does a hammer weigh 0 lbs
It fascinates me how many people have commented on/noticed the hammer weighs 0 lbs but nobody has mentioned how the green sticker (and a fair amount of glass) is missing from the bottom picture.
(Source: heartandchaos, via vicdmb)
I want to message all the people who reblogged the picture of my broken scale and tagged it as “fitspo” “thinso” “thinspiration” and rip them a new one. No. That is my fucking scale and people don’t get to use it to motivate themselves to get thinner. That’s not the fucking point.
rightundermyskin:
bangbangblonde:
heartandchaos:
Before and after. #eatingdisorder #recovery #scale
I wish I could do this
I don’t have eating disorders, but I think this is a beautiful pic. Society tells us to weigh ourselves, because fat equals ugly and unhealthy and everything. You know what? Take a hammer and destroy the fucking thing. Numbers aren’t supposed to judge your beauty nor your health. People come in all different shapes and sizes, and that should stay that way.
This is probably one of my favorite comments from my original post. :]
I posted this picture 3 weeks ago (you can view it here). As of right now it has 1,131 notes.
Most of those notes have been likes and reblogs, but there are a handful of comments. And some of those comments were the most ridiculous things I’ve ever read. This is a post about those comments. (There have also been some really great/supportive comments and I really appreciate those.) I’m not normally one to point fingers or name names, but that’s about to happen because I’m angry as fuck.
“I get the symbolism, but scales are not cheap and this could have totally been sold online or at a yard sale and the money used to buy healthy food. Just sayin’. lol” -fatgirldiary88
“I probably would have just donated but I guess that’s the green side of me.” -madisonblake
“I’m all for not using the scale but is it necessary to destroy it? I mean, you or your parents probably paid for it.. And honestly, my mother would kill me if I did something like that.” -fit-and-furious
“NEVER HEARD OF DONATION?” -eunice-bee
“Glad the eating disorder is being beaten! But I literally just say 30 dollars being destroyed.” -ladyknucklesinshape
From these comments there seem to be a few themes: 1. donation, 2. health food, 3. cost, 4. necessity.
1. I didn’t want to donate my scale because it only perpetuates the societal belief that weight is a factor of beauty. Which it isn’t, or it shouldn’t be.
2. If I wanted “healthy food” I would have stayed sick/stuck in my eating disorder.
3. Ladyknucklesinshape was wrong, that scale wasn’t $30, it was $45. So yes, I literally broke, or wasted, $45. But it wasn’t just that, over the course of my eating disorder I had 5 different scales; 3 before treatment and 2 after treatment, I have thrown away 3 of them, one is locked in my therapists office, and the fifth is in the picture above. The scale pictured was a good 2x more expensive than any scale I’d previously owned, so scale wise… I’d probably wasted about $120. In my eating disorder I could spend about $30 on binge food in a sitting which I would purge within an hour of eating; resulting in spending anywhere between $15-45 A DAY on binge food, I would abuse laxatives and diet pills (which neither of these items is cheap), I went to weekly therapy appointments and would not work on a single thing because I didn’t want to recover, I would regularly buy food around people and not eat it. These things went on for years. I went to residential treatment which cost $80,000, I have also done day treatment, IOP, DBT groups, mindfulness groups, ED groups, and have been in therapy almost every single week for the past 5-6 years. I’ve tried to kill myself multiple times; 6 of those resulted in going to the ER, there were 4 ambulance rides, and 3 stays in the ICU. I fainted after donating blood because I hadn’t eaten in the previous 24 hours (I was also under the new weight requirement, but I lied about that) and had to go to the hospital in an ambulance because I didn’t wake up. The point of this list, my eating disorder has wasted a lot more than $45. (Also I acknowledge the amount of privilege in this paragraph.)
4. Breaking my scale was 1000% necessary. And if you didn’t understand that, you shouldn’t have reblogged it.
