#Body shaming

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[cannibalchicken]

[gayvampyr]

if you guys want to be better allies to fat people you need to get comfortable with the idea of being fat. stop saying things like "fat looks good on other people but on me it's gross". stop treating fat bodies like they're disgusting or lesser than skinny bodies, or acting like there are "good bodies" and "bad bodies". don't limit your respect or decency to fat people based on how their fat is distributed or whether they're attractive to you. stop using other people's fat bodies as a comparison to yours, or as "inspiration" to exercise more or "eat healthier". stop assuming you know anything about fat people or their habits before even speaking to them and making judgements on the assumptions you've made. learn to treat fatness as the neutral state it is. because even if you think your fatphobia is directed toward or limited to only yourself, you still hold onto the core belief that fat bodies are gross, subhuman, and unworthy of love or acceptance, and the fat people around you can hear you when you say things like this. they know how you truly feel, even when you tack on "-but on me" at the end. unlearn these thought patterns and take skinniness off its pedestal.

👁️ skinny people are required to reblog or donate money to me so i can afford a meal and clothing 👁️

[zivazivc]

I was just watching World Tour again. 😏 And was thinking about how the Funk Trolls switch between walking on two legs and four legs. Do you think baby Les ever tried to walk with four legs? Maybe Hed's dad discouraged it or something.

Love all your art and characters. 💕

Do they switch? I don't actually remember that. I kinda thought that half of them walk on two and half of them walk on all fours. But maybe there's a percentage that can do both, kind of like how some people can use both their left and rights hands to write.

But even so, Les isn't shaped enough like a funk troll for walking on fours to be natural for him, and his dad is two-legged too. (Maybe Flea can do it, I never drew his parents but I imagine his funk mom walking on fours.) ...But from how horrible Hed's dad was to him, yeah, I can totally imagine him discouraging something like that. Guy is a rancid piece of shit and he put that kid through so much... :((

[chubbymuffinclub]

curatedbygirls

📸💕👁️‍🗨️ danaecharphotography Through her lens, Danae Chara, aka Lilith, captures not only the beauty of bodies, but also the power of self-love and acceptance. Lilith’s photographs serve as a powerful statement against body-shaming and harmful beauty standards, inspiring a society that celebrates every individual for who they are. ✨

[transfaguette]

especially when it comes to women having facial hair there are a surprising amount of "feminists" who are just offended by the proposition that some women don't see their facial hair as tragic. Their feelings do not matter because every woman with facial hair should just wish it didn't exist and "automatically" separate themselves from whatever insults they use. You literally do not have a feminist argument to stand on with this. It is still body shaming and it is still bad.

[whatbigotspost]

I’ve never thought about this before but literally as a cis woman you’re told your whole fucking life how bad it is to have “a gut.” Muffin top. Fupa, whatever. Belly fat is the worst most shameful and anti lady like way to carry fat (most lady like = hourglass, bc big ass/hips and tits are great so long as your waist is “snatched” right!???)

And there’s ONE (1, uno, eins) circumstance in which the EXTREMELY LARGE GUT is allowed to be seen on a woman and it looks like this and this alone:

(All of these ripped from my own feeds of people I personally know irl….they’ll just have to forgive me if they ever see this bc my point here is real and it’s not about the individual pregnant people who are celebrating their pregnancies.)

What I’m driving at is if these pictures so cute when someone is pregnant, do I REALLY need to feel like shit just for existing day in, day out?

I’m not even wanting to celebrate my gut. I just wanna be left alone about it.

Everyday for approximately 25 years I felt extreme shame because I am fat and I carry my weight around my mid section aka I have A Gut. If I wear just the “wrong” kind of dress, people have asked me when I’m due* It’s so fucking annoying.

Related to what I wear and how I react, I’ve moved passed caring at this point thank god. But it was HARD getting there.

All I’m really saying here is that the contrast in comments when someone posts a picture like these versus when a fat person is just wearing a crop top, is stark, unnecessary, and upsetting. If we are capable of seeing the beauty in a pregnant person’s radically altered and temporarily distended bodies, I don’t understand why we can’t just let fat people exist day-to-day.

And don’t even get me started here on the layer of this, which is all kinds of misogyny, about how motherhood is the ultimate peak thing a woman could accomplish… until you are a woman who actually does become a mother. The moment that baby is born, you are cast to the side and discarded. No longer your own person and no longer worth marveling at.

Now that I’m on a tear about it, of course I’m aware of the impacts of white supremacy and transphobia afoot as well. It’s all always connected.

[desultory-suggestions]

I cannot stress enough how increasingly damaging social media, but especially apps like TikTok and Twitter are for your self image. Every single week there’s a new part of your body that you should erase. Your cheeks are too full, your arms have fat on them, when you smile your face moves, and on and on. Even when you avoid those encouraging it, you’re surrounded by those discussing it. Please consider whether the temporary moments of enjoyment are worth the constant barrage of hatred spewed at your body on these apps. It’s not normal, and it’s not healthy. You deserve to be loved fully. You deserve to enjoy life without constant nonsense telling you to change. You are enough.

[thebad-lydrawn-sanses]

Nightmare, how do you deal with all those kitties

Nightmare: by calling them mean names because they don't understand anyway

Nightmare: speaking of demeaning nicknames, this fat little shit won't stay on the scale- the vet needs to know how much you weigh, Killer

Vet: this is unprofessional but can i please pet your cat

[crippled-peeper]

the difference between a superficial surgical scar and a self harm scar is actually slim to none and you often can’t tell a scar is self-harm or not just by looking at it. like. the separating of scars into different camps of “self inflicted” and “not self inflicted” as a way to moralize them will never work because you cannot tell

I have a throat scar from a disc replacement surgery but people do sometimes assume it’s from a suicide attempt due to my history

It doesn’t matter what it is. It’s my body and I can’t shapeshift. whether I survived doing it to myself or needed it to live is absolutely irrelevant. leave scarred people alone

[rapeculturerealities]

(5) Large study shows high BMI not associated with serious top-surgery complications

A group of researchers at Johns Hopkins published a study on November 1 (Hassan et al, Association of High Body Mass Index With Postoperative Complications After Chest Masculinization Surgery) that looks at complication rates in transgender and nonbinary patients undergoing chest masculinization surgery (often called top surgery).

The conclusion was that “Chest masculinization surgery [CMS] remains a safe option for TGNB patients and may be safe to perform in patients with higher BMI.

[candywife333]

F*** The Pyramid

PART 1

Genre : Historical

PAIRING : yandere-ish Duke Jungkook x spinster social pariah chubby y/n

Inspired loosely by the Pyramid Games (kdrama which you guys should totally check out) and a novel called ,"The Captain's Wallflower"

Warning: This fic has minimal to no proofreading and the usual blend of outlandish comedy , crude jokes with expletives, smut, and angst (because I can't do without it). This is purely fiction and not a representation of the real Jungkook's true character or that of any other member of BTS.

Currently a trilogy ( thinking of making it a series with all other characters of BTS)

Summary: Duke Jung kook remained the quintessential peer of the realm, born with a platinum spoon in his mouth from the day he arrived into the world. He grew up playing a massive role in determining the structure of the social hierarchy----who gets to be the diamond of the water, the most eligible bachelor (other than himself of course), and.....who gets to be at the bottom of the pyramid ;the very dregs of society, the spinsters and ruined women who would never have a chance at a better life.

His bevy of associates all wealthy and powerful comprised of ; Marquess Taehyung, Baron Jimin, Viscount Yoongi, Viscount Hoseok, and Duke Namjoon (close advisor of the king)--formed the Pantheon (a group of wealthy and powerful men that ruled England). He lived the ideal life, the envy of all others..... or so he had thought. Till he met, Spinster Y/N--- the illegitimate daughter of Baron Stanton. They say, if she looks like a spinster, smells like a spinster (of lavender and epsom salt) , and tastes like a spinster ( though who would ever choose to taste one?) ----then she must be one. But something about Y/N was peculiar. She definitely seemed to be a spinster in name and mannerism. But was she truly one? And what was she hiding?

Cameos: Hwasa (my queen), Chungha, and many others

Part 2

I yawned again. And again. And again. Munched on a croissant. And then proceeded to...yawn again. So boring. I would never deign to come down to London for a Season ever again. That was the only modicum of comfort I was looking forward to. Never showing up here again. The scene would never change, so what was the point? Aunt Alyssa, my mother's older sister, had insisted that I accompany Solji to her debutante season----where she would be introduced to all the other pompous, rich, uninteresting, vapid members of the ton. So she could find an uninteresting, rich husband to marry who would inevitably cheat on her with a mistress and she could pretend to be happy and have his ugly nonsensical big headed babies pushed out of her vagina and die....eventually. I know, my view of the ton and life amongst them is anything other than comforting. Yet after watching so many seasons go by, sitting on my bench (I called it my PERCH) like a cockatoo at the rotten old age of 26, my views were firmly engraved into stone. Nobody could convince me otherwise.

The entire point of the ton's existence was enforcing social hierarchy. There was no other point. True friendships are meager and rare, sanctity of marriage has no meaning ( with affairs flourishing abundantly in dark corners of Vauxhall ) , and love is nonexistent. Love, a concept I had pondered for ages as I watched naive gullible debutantes waltz around with their chosen well-to-do suitors. Suitors that proclaimed sonnets of love initially, yet inevitably lost interest in their gullible little guppy fish wives and relegated those same foolish wives to country estates never to be seen again, so they could priggishly jaunt across London with mistresses on their arms---to operas and **gasp*** decorated bedrooms. Showering attention on mistresses and maids and any other women of relatively low standing --- to suck at their grotesque, syphilitic cucumbers.

Abhorrent. Men never made sense to me, and I was convinced that love was a construct they came up with, to fool women to do their bidding. I mean, at this point, having seen what I have seen, I wonder if they even believe in the hoax called love themselves. My concern after sitting here on my perch for the last 7 seasons since I had come out, is that not once had I been asked to dance. I mean, in the grand scheme of things, I guess it made sense? Chubby , wearing spectacles, and unappealing dresses with colors and designs of years gone by, definitely would not make me the toast of the season by any chance.

Yet, even when I had been a bit more fashionable, and when father had been alive and still holding the position of Baron--I would've expected few offers of marriage by fortune hunters merely seeking my dowry. But alas... that was not be. One girl, that debuted the same year as I did, daughter of Duke Asbury, Lady Seulgi had tripped on her feet while dancing the waltz, into the arms of Baron Jimin , bowling both of them over to the cold marble floors of the ballroom rather unceremoniously. She had bemoaned to the rest of the debuting girls (including little old me) that day, languishing on a chaise as she gesticulated nervously, " I am a miserable dancer. How will I ever survive this wretched Season"?

I had quietly tried to suppress my giggles at her ridiculous tirade. What could she even mean? She was proclaimed the diamond of the first water instantaneously after being presented at court that Season 7 years ago, earning the attentions of all the members of the Pantheon and many other wealthy peers of the realm. Her life was easy. All she had to do was do nothing. Yes, I said it. Merely, NOTHING. Her fate was decided from her birth. Not like the rest of us, who were not conventionally attractive and now.......financially destitute. She had earned the good grace of everyone from birth due to her wealth and strong connections. Even if she had farted, everyone would have applauded her flatulence.

These were the women I didn't understand. The ones who had everything, yet bemoaned their lot in life----frivolous ninnies in my opinion. All the women of the higher echelons of society remained there --marrying similarly wealthy lords and preserving their lineage and wealth. You may ask---is there no social mobility? And I would say, of course bloody not---you simpering little sot. What did this look like? A fairy tale? Cinderella? Princes of good moral standing don't exist. Rich men have options. And they always avail them. Why would a rich man marry a poor woman? Lust. That would be the only real answer.

I know I sounded jaded, and I definitely was. You can only be a trampled on flowerbed for so long, till you start festering and molding with bitterness. I do not profess to be better than anyone else. At times over the years I had wished to feel beautiful, marry a good match, and have a family. But that destiny clearly was not in store for me. The complicated reasoning being that I simply was not conventionally attractive and did not inspire lust in men, and that my father's rather paltry dowry did not inspire even mere greed in men . I am socially inept and quiet by nature. These were all valid reasons.

But, the simple reason I chose to believe---is that one man merely found no utility in me. Who you may ask? Duke Jungkook I would say, without even flinching or stuttering. Others thought "society at large" did not care for them, hence they were mowed over to the corner to become rotten spinsters and outcasts. You know who society was? Duke Jungkook and the members of his Pantheon. But he was still the mastermind. Slickly manipulative, handsome, and wealthy.

He was born sitting on a golden throne, and over the years proved that he was an intellectual. Silently accruing further wealth for his estate through trade and industry---something the Ton usually looked down upon. But since it was Duke Jungkook, it was permissible. Everything was in his case. He was the exception to every rule. If his character description stopped at this, we would have all been fine. But one thing Duke Jungkook seemed to crave is control. He was hyper competitive because he lusted after control---and it's close comrade, power. Power over even the pitiful members of society, he had no business trying to control. He played God for years, and always got away with it.

How do I know he's the one running the show you ask? Well, I had time to observe. And I would say, that is my only true talent. I notice things others don't because I am invisible. A mousy little mite relegated to my pitiful perch. And I noticed everything, from his wagers which either demoted or elevated people's social standings---to the way he manipulated people with misinformation and rumors. He decided who was popular. And he decided who wasn't. And if anyone was to blame for my social standing, I would say it was him. What he had done 7 years ago had reduced me to my position now. It wasn't even anything all that dramatic. He cut me down without even a fight.

I remember it as clear as if it were yesterday, even now.....

"I am so sorry, Lord Jungkook, I wasn't watching my step, please forgive me", I had stuttered in an overly fuchsia dress akin to a little sausage as I sweat incessantly in the stuffy ballroom. Hadn't meant to spill a chalice of lemonade on his coat.

His dark eyes gleamed with amusement and something that I identified as calculation later on in my life , as he brushed it off with a wave of his hand, "Tis' of no import, Lady Y/N. Don't worry". I nodded and curtsied towards him, "Thank you for overlooking my clumsiness, Lord Jungkook. I am sorry to disturb your evening".

I had thought he had truly forgiven me. It wouldn't ruin his reputation, our encounter. It was the mistake of a newly debuted girl, more akin to a child than a woman.

I had believed in the kindness of men and humanity till then. Till he chuckled and slyly condescended in a rather loud and cloyingly sweet tone of voice, "Of course, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. At least you are not as clumsy as your mother in concealing her relations or as clumsy as your father in the way of estate management". He sauntered away lazily as he left me to deal with the fall, whistling a merry tone juxtaposing the social demise he had just inflicted upon an innocently naive girl.

Casually cruel in the name of being honest. Everyone in the ballroom had heard, their eyes and ears peeled towards any interaction involving him as they do generally, as moths do towards a flame. Only Lord Jungkook would know my dad's poor financial status even as a Baron, or about my mother's affairs which had wrung him dry emotionally. Father had resorted to ruining our meager wealth by letting the estate go to spoil. He soon after died of heartbreak at my mother's affairs a year after this horrendous moment.

He had borrowed a massive amount of money from Duke Jungkook, money he would never be able to repay. When he died, the Baron's estate and debt was inherited by cousin, leaving me and my two older sisters with nothing. Thankfully, my sisters were already married off to decent, financially stable men---though they were mere vicars. Not men with titles, but reliable nevertheless. And I was left an orphan. Looked down upon and pitied by my beautifully polished sisters, and members of society as I was unmarried and ineligible according to my looks and lack of dowry--and Duke Jungkook's honorable estimation of my worth (or lack thereof).

Duke Jungkook had ruined my life long before dad had died, and the mere sight of him would remind me of my downfall to this day.

I hated the man to his day, teeth gritting unconsciously. If I ever came across the man in need, I wouldn't hesitate to ruin him. As he had ruined me. He had opened up to the mockery and disdain of the ton. I didn't get invitations to most balls and events by then. The only few I did get invited to were due to my Aunt Alyssa, or shall I say Viscountess Alyssa. I was unmarriageable nevertheless. And I had only stuck around to earn some money by being companion and chaperone for Solji.

The plan was to leave this horrendous place of twinkling lights and crushed dreams for a family--for a baby (a dream I had cherished in my heart of hearts for quite some time). I just wanted to be left alone now. Away from Duke Jungkook's paralyzing serpentine glances that decried me of my humanity and value, and the snickers from other wealthy men at my nunnish appearance. I would go live in a 3 bedroom cottage on the countryside, the only thing that had been entailed to my name in father's will which had not been of any value to debt collectors.

It was a beautiful cottage, tucked away near the edge of a meadow in a quaint little town called Chestershire. We had family vacations in my childhood there. It just required some repair and warm touches, to become a lovely house. I had earned money as companion to Aunt Alyssa so that I could retire there without worrying about money for at least the next 2 years. I would probably start selling garments I had knitted and sewed over the years as well, once those funds ran out.

Just thinking about the cottage and the quiet life awaiting me, filled with baby chicks and piglets and a warm hearth devoid of judging glares filled me with happiness....something I had not been acquainted with for a long time, as a soft smile brightened up my face .

Couldn't wait to leave the bloody pyramid. Every dog has its day. And mine would arrive tomorrow.

Only , if I had known that destiny always knows how to kick a girl in the arse, just when she believes the worst is over.

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I arrived around the evening of the next day after a garrulous carriage ride had tossed me up like a well done egg salad 30 times. The travel was terrible and yet the journey was definitely worth it. Meadows filled with various flowers and fruits stretched up and over sprawling green hills in the weak light of the setting sun , all cresting into a peak at the top of the hill---my home, my cottage. It was just as I remembered it, a homely cottage wrapped around by rose bushes and creeping stalks of bouginvillea and tulips.

The main village center was just a 3 minute walk away, but felt much further away from everyone else, with the way it was situated upon a tiny hill surrounded by an expanse of trees giving plenty of shade to the cottage. I paid the coach man and walked up the hill, sweating and dusty from the ride. As I came up to the door, I could smell the fragrance of a hearty stew wafting out of the window.

Who was in there already?I knocked on the door and was met with a swinging door that gave view to an overgrown golden retriever jostling me to the grassy ground with enthusiastic licks. A buxom lady with sparkling green eyes, and thick brown hair in two plaits exclaimed happily, "Oh, darling Y/N, tis' been a long while since I saw you. Must've been when we were kids, still digging worms from the pond and making little houses for them".

I remembered who it was. Sunny, my old maid's daughter-- who I had played with in my childhood. I patted the dog on its head as I got up, brushing grass from my skirts, enveloping her in a rambunctious hug with a wide grin, "So good to see you sweetheart!!!! Where is your mother? Is she in good health?"

"Oh, she's fine Y/N, just back at home because of her rheumy joints. She finds it hard to keep up with maintaining the cottage, so I am doing the job as of now." I smiled warmly, my insides singing with joy at the jubilant welcome back home. I truly felt at home for once.

Chestershire still remained the quiet town I remembered it to be, idyllic and pasotral. It was a wonderful change of pace--fresh air and sprawling greenery so much the eye could not contain. She grabbed me by the shoulders and hustled me into the clean , well maintained cottage. It was a beautiful interior with leviathan bay windows and plenty of comfortable seating space. I inhaled the hearty potato stew into my mouth, discussing my plans with Sunny on how to make the cottage even more homely and regarding repairs to be done.

Apparently a tiny sum of money was provided by father's will to go for maintenance annually to the cottage. That is why the place hadn't fallen into complete disrepair. It just needed a few homely touches, some floral printed curtains and doilies and warm rugs and blankets. Along with some vases that could contain flowers which shrouded the cottage window-sills.

I had my work cut out for me for the next week. But this work was more welcome than anything else I had had to deal with uptil now.

--------------------BACK IN LONDON

Lord Jungkook was pondering something of the utmost importance at the moment as his valet stared at him, eyes agog with concern. The cravat he was to wear today to Lady Esterly's ball held much salience. It had to be something somber to indicate respect towards the end of her grieving period, yet not so outrageously dark in color that it would be utterly unfashionable. She had lost her gouty ill tempered 70 year old husband few months ago to sickness. And though she was clearly happy to lose him, it would be unbecoming to demonstrate those sentiments in public.

As Jungkook entered the ballroom , something in his subconscious pricked at him. What was this uneasy feeling? He hadn't felt this way since 7 years ago when he had found out that Lady Y/N's mother was having an affair with his father, who had been Duke of Somerset at the time.

His father had been a wealthy and powerful man who had always seemed to always adore Jungkook's mother, the Duchess Somerset. Yet, he had done the exact opposite and when she had least expected it, well into their marriage of 30 years, taken up a torrid relationship with Y/N's mother. Jungkook's mother had died of grief merely a year after his father had made his affections not so secret to society. And his father soon followed her in death due to his weak constitution, succumbing to infection in the winter. Y/N's mother had been left to grieve the passing of his father and her husband that same year. She stayed with one of Y/N's married elder sisters.

He had never noticed Y/N's existence till then, till he found out whose daughter she was as she had scurried around the edges of the ballroom like a nervous rodent since her debut in Society. She wasn't much of a beauty to look at with plain features, full cheeks and a plush frame that seemed more matronly and frumpy than anything else. Her only redeeming feature were her sparkling eyes and lush hair that served to hinder the expressions on her face.

Her attire had deteriorated as her father's estate fell to ruin, thanks to Jungkook availing Jimin's crafty ways of tricking money out of the hands of Y/N's gambling father who had gotten rather desperate for money. Jimin ran a gaming hell that had made many a gentleman penniless---something he took great pride in. According to Jimin, if they lost money to the gaming hell, it was a testament to their bad luck and his good luck.

Jungkook had decided to strip her of any remaining honor, not as though her mother had left his mother with any honor either-- even in her death. It would be comeuppance for what her mother had done. She would pay for her mother's sins. And so he thoroughly ruined her reputation, ensuring she would never have a good life therafter--a life lacking family and a chance at a socially and financially advantageous match.

That's when it hit Jungkook. Where was Y/N? She wasn't in her usual spot overlooking people dancing at her bench. That had been her occupation for the past 7 years, watching people have the life that she would never have--he had made it so.

Jungkook felt extremely uneasy now that he could not spot Y/N. Where the hell was she? She always came to the bigger events that Lady Alyssa and her daughter attended. He had denied her invitation to most smaller ,more intimate events with his social acumen, but not the big ones. She had to see what she was missing out on---life. That had been his revenge plan.

But now she was nowhere to be found. He blindly searched for her, till he came across Lady Alyssa and inquired in a drawling tone , schooling his features into a calm that he didn't mirror the panic he was actually feeling, "Hello, Lady Alyssa. Fine evening it is today, is it not"? Lady Alyssa graciously smiled at him, "Yes, of course it is Lord Jungkook. How are you faring today? Oh, this is my daughter Solji in case you have not met her". Solji gracefully curtsied in her periwinkle floaty dress that showed off her waifish frame in the best light.

He continued in an unaffected tone, "And where is your companion, Lady Solji? Y/N is it"? Solji nodded as she replied, "She has decided to retire to the countryside for a while. Her father left her a countryside residence and so she has chosen to depart early before the season ends so that she can celebrate Christmas over there". Lady Alyssa sighed, stating in a resigned tone, "Anyhow she has no prospects of marriage with how she looks and conducts herself, better she is away from polluting the rest of the ton with her incessant cynicism and gloom".

Jungkook nodded at these statements seeming calm as a cucumber on the outide, whereas he was internally rattled at the happenings imparted to him. She had left? After so many years, she had decided to just leave? Evidently she had gotten tired of not being enough for London. But how could she leave without telling him?Without even an announcement of her departure?

A little voice in Jungkook's head gave him the blatant answer--not like she had any friends to inform of her departure. And not like he was her husband/brother/legal guardian, who she would have to inform of her comings and goings. After his blasting statement 7 years ago, the few friends she did have, left her --frightened of being associated with her ill repute by merely even conversing with her, or being seen in her presence.

She was a free bird, and Jungkook was hating the fact.

She had left him to play his own game. The pyramid only remained so, when there were people at the bottom. Sure, there were others he could and had manipulated to stay at the bottom, but he wanted her to remain there. Not for her to exit the game altogether.

Y/N was not allowed to be happy or have a Christmas, after what his mother had been through---he would definitely ensure this.

[chubbymuffinclub]

ohhtattedqueen__

Dear Society, Thank You For Showing Your True Colors. As A Plus Size Women In Today’s World We ( All Plus Size Women) Will Never Understand Your Reason For Body Shaming Us Or The Cyper Bullying, However What We Do Know Is We Will Show Off Our Bodies And Be Confident In Them Untill God Calls Us Home. No We Will Not Back Down And Allow You To Force Us To Hate Ourselves. Self Love & Confidence Will Always Win!

[transfaguette]

nobody should feel bad about their body, ever, but man. thin people have to understand how easier literally everything is when you are thin (in our culture at least). One of my core memories as a young child was watching disney channel shows and thinking “i wanna be an actor on this show” and then immediately thinking about how they would never cast someone who looked like me, and if they did, it would be to be a punchline. I was maybe, 9?? When you interact with people you don’t have this constant negative debuff, you don’t have to prove you have worth as a human being despite your appearance. and im not saying this is exclusive to being fat, but no matter how else you are marginalized, being thin helps prove you are “one of the good ones.” i don’t want anyone to feel bad about their body or feel like their own bodily insecurities or experiences with bodyshaming are dismissed, but just understand the staggering scope of fat oppression. being thin makes everything easier.

[bluestarjay]

Yk that one audio "boys at school don't look at me. Taylor (?) Is the one they look at." Idak what the name is, but yall get the gist. That audio is so Kageyama and Hinata. Everybody looks at Kageyama, not Hinata. Kageyama is the standard volleyball player, tall, muscular, incredibly talented, and attractive. Everybody looks at him. The girls all think he's mysterious and hot, and volleyball players agree that he's hot and talented, and Hinata, at first, is just there. Because Hinata is worthless without Kageyama, right? He's not hot like everybody else we've seen, not like Daichi, or Kuroo, or Bokuto. Sure, he's /cute/ but that's all. He's too short and looks like a middle schooler. He probably sees all the guys at tournaments and wishes that even if he didn't grow, he at least had some muscle. Hinata doesn't even look like a middle schooler. But people probably joked and mocked him about it so much he gaslit himself into thinking he genuinely looked like a child. He literally just looks like a short high schooler. Normally, he wouldn't care about how he looks, but it probably gets to him when he sees himself surrounded by attractive guys who have way more height and talent than him; who have tons of fangirls. And then, when guys like Tsukishima are getting dozens of confessions from girls, all the time? He wants to be loved like they are. He wants someone to like him even though he's short and skinny and his hair is curly and bright orange - and all the things that Kageyama and Tsukishima are that he isn't. He doesn't care about fangirls and that sort of thing. He just wishes that he wasn't so invisible all the time, even though he's so easily recognizable. He was probably asked out as a joke by a popular girl in middle school tbh. Hinata is literally Letter To My 13 Year Old Self by Laufey coded, the way that his clothes literally don't fit him anywhere because he's so small, and while all the other boys are talking about how goregous and hot Nami is, he's thinking that about Zoro. He doesn't fit in and looks weird to everybody, he doesn't like girls the same way the other guys do, not because he doesn't like girls, because he does, he just /also/ likes guys (and likes them more than girls). And he knows that any of the other queer volleyball players he's met would never choose him (except for Atsumu ;)), they'd choose someone more attractive like Kageyama. Because he's nothing without Kageyama. Kageyama is incredible on his own, but he looks even /better/ standing next to Hinata. Hinata is Peter Parker, while Kageyama is Harry Osbourne. Hinata is Ron Weasley, while Kageyama is Harry Potter. Hinata is Grover Underwood, while Kageyama is Percy Jackson. It doesn't make them any less friends, but no matter what, Hinata will never stand on even ground with Kageyama. In a previous post, I said that in a poor Hinata family dynamic, it'd realistically look something like Young Sheldon, and this is what I mean!! Hinata is just constantly fighting for attention, even though he is constantly praised for his jumping. But that's also just it; he's nothing more than his ability to jump. He has no more value than a frog. He's the ugly duckling, although he is, in fact, a swan, and he's the prince that's been cursed to turn into a frog unless kissed by a princess (or something), y'know? He has so much potential that doesn't bloom until post timeskip because GOD is he fine post timeskip, but also he is so insanely talented and is finally respected the way he should've been in high school. The way people make fun of his height and build and stuff, is, in fact, body shaming. And it must've been devastating to be treated the way he was, in the one thing that truly mattered to him; the ONE thing that made him happy. And I'm so glad he kept going, and again, so LTM13YOS by Laufey coded, "keep on going with your silly dream" and he did. It was silly to everyone, but he did it.

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

everyone has the right to complain about their body and feel insecure about their appearance because everyone gets shit on in one way or another BUT there's a difference between getting bullied for something and living in a world that's literally not designed to accommodate your body