BIG WOMEN DO NOT ALWAYS HAVE BIG BOOBS AND HOUR GLASS FIGURES.
How awful does that make women feel that a beauty campaign supposidly supportig the ‘bigger woman’ only supports the ‘bigger women’ with an ideal body shape and ideal proportions.
I was once a size 18 with A cup boobs. Why the hell do you think I believed I was more hideous than anyone at the age of 14? Because I thought all curvy women needed to look that way. It’s bollocks and it makes me angry when women say they love that stupid Dove campaign and all others similar. The day they photograph a big lady with red lines on her thighs, a bulging belly and spots on her face is the day people will finally learn they ARE NORMAL and they ARE BEAUTIFUL. Makes me so angry, women can be so fickle and ignorant but things like this show that it isn’t always their fault and it makes me sad but it makes me angry and I’m not making sense but that picture is bollocks and wrong and degrading. Eurgh.
Within Every Woman… There is a Story
This was happening around the same time my dad was born and was happening in the area where my dad grew up, too. There isn’t much talk about it in my family, except for my tita mentioning it in passing about my lola being confronted by Japanese soldiers and her having to cover her face in made to appear ugly and yell that she was married. I never really found out if my lola was a comfort woman, but surely this type of violence affected the women, children, families in those areas - and still with residual unspoken trauma continue to do so today. A lack of conversation about comfort women in the Philippines doesn’t erase the history. In fact, it continues the sexualized gender-based violence through the generations.
I think a lot about how my dad and all my titas and titos were affected by this. How this affected my lola in terms of carrying this trauma, in terms of trauma trickling down into her interactions with her children, in terms of how my dad has been affected by this mentally and emotionally, and how still an unspoken story and collective trauma remains wordless and nameless as it seeps into me and others in my family.
Thanks Jo for the heads up on this.
I watched The Vagina Monologues a few years ago because my dad reviews plays for the local newspaper and got free tickets to see it. There was a scene where the ladies were talking about something like this, I think it might have even been this. It was like a diary entry from their vaginas… It sounds really comedic and stupid but it was one of the most powerful pieces of theater I’ve ever seen. They were going into detail about the rapes and the abuse and the ripping and slicing of their bodies. I was so touched by what they were describing, and they were going into such detail that you couldn’t help but empathise with every word they were saying. In the interval me and my dad got a free drink in the ‘VIP’ area and he introduced me to a few lady reviewers he knew. To this day, I regret not putting the older lady straight. She was bitching about the play saying “I’ve heard too much about vaginas. And that scene about the rape? That was disgusting, no body wants to hear about that! I’m so disappointed in them talking about it, really ruined my mood.” I was only fourteen so I didn’t have the guts to say anything, but how very dare she. I am sorry madame, it must be so fucking terrible to HEAR about somebody getting raped. Forget about the trauma and pain they went through, I really really feel for YOU. Making you feel uncomfortable sitting in a theater with hundreds of other people watching women talking about their vaginas? Don’t come to The Vagina Monologues then. That was when I realised that some people can be genuinely horrible and selfish. I really hope I see her again so I can say something. This video reminded me of it.
Western culture has become a bit of a monster. The media feeds society what it wants to be fed. Individuals decide what it is that society wants to hear. We are those individuals that make up ‘society’ and we are to blame for the monster we have created
Living has become a competition and if people aren’t winners then they’re losers. There’s no in between, and the losers end up settling for things that they shouldn’t be settling for and doing things that don’t make them happy. I think it’s sad that people feel they need to settle. No one should settle.
Every time I see this post I doubt humanity a little bit. It’s like saying “reblog if the sky is blue” or “reblog if grass is usually green, unless it’s gone shitty and dry and is a little bit brown.” Everybody wishes cancer didn’t exist, it goes without saying. When you meet someone, you can automatically assume that they wish cancer doesn’t exist. I know it’s nice to show your support for sufferers etc. I just think you could say something a bit more meaningful than re-blogging a stupid post like that. /rant.
I am genuinely disgusted by these horrible, shallow people on facebook. I’ve seen countless pictures of half naked girls with thousands of comments from people coming up with ‘witty’ insults and comments about how fat/ugly/hairy/slutty/stupid she looks. How can anybody happily think somebody’s appearance is a good, genuine reason not to like or be nasty to them? It’s like 1000 people against 1, that is completely not fair. Nobody could think that is fair. I’ve had enough of people moaning about the media encouraging low self-esteem and teaching people they should be skinny and spot free and always look beautiful because how can we blame the media when there’s people like that? It really disgusts me.
Nothing better than bitterness, is there?
Single or not single I don’t really like it. I don’t like it from my own ‘boyfriend’ so I wouldn’t like it from anybody else. Also, a lot of people are bitter about it because of jealousy… is that…
I dunno, I think it’s just personal preference for people. I don’t like lovey dovey gooey ooey stuff to be publicly talked about so it does annoy me and I would die if my boyfriend made a big thing of our relationship. It’s personal taste though isn’t it. I don’t think you’re wrong I just don’t agree with you.
Shallow judgement makes me want to throw people off of buildings.