Okay, so Kristen Stewart cheats on her boyfriend, who she is not married to, not engaged to, has no real legal bond to, and her career suffers. This is not the first movie she has been rumored to be dropped…
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
Thin Privilege is not worrying that you will be turned down for any job because your potential employer will perceive your weight as being synonymous with “lazy”
Thin Privilege is being able to apply confidently for jobs in the clothing retail sector, unaware that many fat people don’t even bother most of the time, as one glance at their weight marks them as instantly “unfashionable” by the majority of employers, regardless of how on point their personal style is.
Thin privilege is being able to apply for jobs where uniforms are mandatory as the uniform will undoubtedly be carried in your size.
Thin privilege is being able to find cheap interview outfits because more stores cater to smaller sizes.
Thin privilege is being perceived as “put together” when the reality is “I rolled out of bed and landed in this” because people have been conditioned to believe clothes look better and more expensive on thin bodies.
Thin privilege is not turning up to interview to be turned away after five minutes of non-relevant questions as your interviewer has already judged you as unsuitable due to their false weight-based assumptions and prejudices.
Thin privilege is not discovering a less qualified, less experienced, thin person got the job you were up for, probably because of negative assumptions based on your weight.
Thin privilege is not being considered “bad for business”, because of your weight, when working in the service sector.
Thin privilege is being paid more than your fat co-workers for doing the same job - because of your weight.
Thin privilege is being regarded as “more professional” than your fat co-workers, thereby progressing further and quicker in your chosen career, due to others’ weight-based prejudices.
Thin privilege is not having to worry about unfair dismissal based on your weight.
Thin privilege is not being called irrational or neurotic when you voice these real concerns to your friends, family, and most importantly, your employers.
Thin privilege is being unaware of all of the above.
Honestly, this is exactly what it’s like. Good job, America, always so resistant to equal rights.
Because, hell, we homos aren’t real people who deserve to be treated equally, are we? Just like non-whites back in the day.
”By the time a girl is 17, she has seen more than 250,000 messages about what she is supposed to look like.” [Source]
We grow up surrounded by photographs of women with every flaw carefully photoshopped out - and then are told that we can be as thin as they are, as beautiful as they are, as flawless as they are, if only we try harder. We are taught that beauty is essential to happiness, to success, to our professional lives. We are taught that weight is the best and most important measure of health. We are constantly reminded that we are companions, to be admired - the pretty prize the guy strives for, the superheroine with heels and cleavage windows.
We spend all our time creating an outer facade for ourselves, without realizing that as long as you are striving for something that you consider to be better than us, we will never be happy with who we are. We layer ourselves in different shades and different fits, strive to look better and better while inside we feel worse and worse. We grow up staring at these icons of perfection on our television sets and in our magazines, feeling inadequate about our own imperfections that seem to stand out a mile in our bedroom mirrors.
“Twenty years ago, the average model weighed 8 per cent less than the average woman—but today’s models weigh 23 per cent less.” [Source]
It’s called, among other things, The Photoshop Effect, propogating the myth of the ‘Perfect Woman’ through use of shaky media ethics and fragile self-esteem to create, instead, the Perfect Lie.
It’s H&M admitting that they’d been pasting models’ faces onto fake computer-generated bodies. It’s the pounds being trimmed off and the wrinkles being smoothed out and the freckles being painted away on the bodies and faces of celebrities in magazine shoots while the text printed next to them preaches natural beauty and self-esteem. It’s body shaming in advertising, in this century and the one before.
I was the only white person (except the police) who was interested in this. I have talked to these women. You can hear them talk here.
Yet again - you are fine and your life is as smooth as silk.
Update Dec 10th: I have 8 people reacting to this. I guess if I would have posted a pic of an iPhone on a MacBook there would be 70 000 reblogs. All I can say is: people never care. They are hypocrites. I mean.. my photo with a fucking seagull has so much more and it… just a pic with a bird. WTF
Please, make it stop.
I’m wearing a shirt that reads “Kill Me”.
If you saw me at a party or on the street would you promptly murder me?
What about if I had a few drinks? What if I was walking alone at night?
I’m guessing that you wouldn’t if you’re a sane individual.
The cops wouldn’t overlook your crime because of what I’m wearing because that’s silly. I wasn’t literally asking for you to kill me based on my choice of clothing. Who would take that defense seriously?
My friends wouldn’t blame me for being murdered and my killer would be behind bars almost instantly.
So, why is it okay to rape someone because they’re wearing promiscuous clothes? Why does THEIR choice of clothing excuse THEIR attacker?
It doesn’t. You’re silly if you think otherwise.
The less guilt on the attacker. The more guilt on victim.
Stop. Victim. Blaming.
Holy fuck. This guy gets it.
If I weren’t a lesbian, I would totally have this guy’s babies.
If I was to steal a chocolate bar because it was sitting at the counter looking all tasty, it’d be theft. Nobody would say but oh, look at the creamy picture on the packaging. It was taunting him. He had no choice. It was instinct. Impulse. Drives and desires beyond his control.
If I walked…
I’m tired of this shit. I’m going back to my home planet.
Wait, let me back up.
Hi, my name is Cara and I’m a 21 year old woman. Every 28 days, give or take, I have a period. And it fucking sucks. Today, was one of those where I take from the 28 day cycle. I wasn’t due for another period for at least a week, but considering…
Well. Said. *applause*