#fatphobia isn’t okay just because you don’t like someone

[audhdnight]

Once again people prove that they’re totally fine with ableism as long as they can pretend it’s only because of some excuse.

One of my Facebook groups is about making fun of the ridiculous things religious people say. Today someone shared a video of said religious nonsense, except the woman had a congenital condition resulting in facial differences, and instead of commenting on the absolute absurdity of what she was saying, everyone decided to talk about her face. Saying things like “you’re proof that when the Bible says god doesn’t make mistakes it’s lying” and “you’re worse than the uncanny valley kind of creepy” and “I wouldn’t ever speak if my teeth looked like that”.

And when myself and two others began pointing out that hey, maybe those are really shitty things to say? Maybe we could talk about her words instead of her looks? The way we do with every other post that gets shared here? We were called too sensitive and snowflakes, and essentially told to get over it because there’s worse things than bullying an idiot.

I don’t care how horrible of a person someone is, I don’t care if they’re perpetuating brainwashing. I’m still not going to make fun of them for things they can’t change that are constantly discriminated against already.

Like, she was saying some bullshit about how not reading our bibles makes god just as sad as hurting other people, so really we’re all just as a bad as murderers and so we shouldn’t be prideful. That is the kind of shit that deserves to be mocked. Not her teeth or her face.

[firesunflamed]

thinking about Frank and mirror sex with an insecure partner

(nsfw, chubby fem!reader, internalized fatphobia?, degradation kink. smut with angst and a little bit of fluff and an attempt at exorcising some personal demons)

maybe he gets the idea when he sees you looking at your naked body in the mirror one day, the way you try to suck in your stomach, smooth out the curves he loves. maybe he even asks about it, and maybe you even admit to it—knowing that you’re not ugly, but you’re not beautiful, not like him. knowing that you get looks when you go out together, and the only way you can make sense of them is that people can’t believe someone who looks like him would be dating someone that looks like you.

and he hates it, because how could you think that, think about yourself like that? they’re looking at his ugly mug, not you. and maybe you smile weakly, try to change the subject, and he lets you then, already thinking about how to fix it.

and then when you have sex later that day he asks to try something different. you end up sitting on the edge of the bed, the floor length mirror moved to reflect your body, your spread legs as he plays with your clit. his face peeks over your shoulder and you’re leaning against his chest, and he’s telling you how beautiful you look, one hand holding the curve of your lower stomach. His thumb strokes the skin there and then he’s moving up to hold your waist, hand spread wide over the folds of fat above and below it. and you know this is a kindness, know he means well, know he’s trying to make you feel better. but it feels fake, feels like a lie, like he’s saying what he’s supposed to say because it’s not true, you aren’t beautiful, you know you’re not, why is he lying to you? And if he’s lying to you about this then, logically, maybe he’s lying to you about wanting you at all. maybe he’s lying about his love. maybe he’s with you because you know who he is and he’s worried about being turned into the police and maybe—

and you’re burying your head in your hands and then it’s “c’mon sweet girl, look at yourself, c’mon— fuck you’re beautiful, look at you- fuck-” and you’re shaking your head because if you open your eyes you will see nothing but every single flaw on your body, and if this is a kindness shouldn’t it feel good? but it doesn’t it doesn’t it doesn’t, and you don’t want it, and he’s asking now, softly, as his fingers move from your clit to push inside you and find your g-spot, asking you to look at how beautiful you are taking him. and there’s pleasure there, but it seems very far away, like it’s happening to someone else because he couldn’t possibly be talking to you. and he keeps asking, keeps praising, keeps using that terrible awful attempted kindness of a lie and you can feel him hard against your back but you know neither of you are going to come like this. you call yellow. he stills, slipping his fingers out of your cunt.

“What is it, sweet girl? what do you need?”

and you keep your head buried in your hands, trying not to cry, and ask if you can do something else. “I know you’re trying to be nice, but Frank, this… this isn’t making me feel better. I don’t feel that way about myself and you just insisting I should isn’t going to make me feel that way.”

It’s a long moment of silence before he says, “I’m gonna move us so we’re facing away from the mirror, yeah?”

“Okay,” you agree.

he moves his legs so they’re no longer on either side of yours before grabbing your waist and laying you down on your sides, facing each other. Your hands fall away from your face, even though your eyes stay closed, and he kissed your forehead, once, gently. “Tell me what you’re thinking about, yeah? don’t like seeing you like this.”

you take a breath, try to put your emotions into words. “I can’t— I can’t be told that you think I’m beautiful like that. It feels like a lie.”

“S’not a lie,” he says, with barely concealed fury. “You’re so fucking gorgeous sometimes I don’t even know how I got you.”

and you shake your head because he’s just making it worse and worse. “I know you think that and it’s very nice of you-" he scoffs at that description but you keep going “but I don’t feel that way. If you’re telling me that then I need it in a…. a different way. A way that doesn’t feel like it’s for me.”

it takes him another second to say, “alright sweet girl. alright.” he presses another kiss to your forehead. “you want something else right now, or do you just want this?” and you don’t want sex anymore, haven’t really wanted it since he started with the “beautiful”s, and you hesitate, because you feel bad that your insecurities mean he’s not getting to come, but you realize that he’s only half hard now. You’ve already ruined the mood.

“Just this,” you say, and you stay like that, wrapped up in each other for a long while.

he lets it go, doesn’t bring it up again. acts like he never realized your insecurities in the first place, except for how he’ll drape an arm over the largest part of your stomach instead of your waist when you cuddle, or the way he’ll sometimes grope your flat ass like it’s big enough to bother when you kiss or fuck. And you forget about the conversation altogether.

and then it’s a couple of months later, and he’s spent the last hour making you come over and over and over until you’re overstimulated, legs shaking. thoughts are hard and words are harder and all you know is that you’re his good little slut, and you take him so well. you’re trying to beg for mercy, but you think it’s coming out more as a collection of mumbled syllables that might form “please”, if one’s being generous.

“C’mon, you got one more for me, sweet girl. one more for me.”

you whine because you can’t take it you can’t take it how can you take it when you’re already this wrecked?

“shshsh… c’mon sweet girl, c’mon.” your back is to his front, the head of his cock teasing your entrance. “open your eyes. open your eyes.” you can’t you can’t you can’t— “be a good whore, and open your eyes,” he orders lowly, and you gasp and you do, finding your reflection staring back at you. it might’ve caught you off guard but you’re already so fucked out that it only just registers.

“there she is.” He pulls your leg out to the side, the mess he’s made of your folds on display. He places a finger on top of your clit, but offers no additional pressure. “Look at you. So fucking beautiful covered in my cum.”

You whine, because the barely-there touch on your clit and the brush of his cock against your entrance are cruel cruel cruel. You try moving your hips, try to sink onto him, but his hand moves from your leg to your hip, holding you in place.

“Don’t,” he warns, and you have no choice but to obey the easy power in his voice. “Wanna look at you like this. Fuck you’re gorgeous. Think I could keep you like this all the time. You want that, huh? Want me to keep you like this, ready to be fucked like a good whore whenever I want.”

You don’t even try to answer, mesmerized by the sight of your swollen pussy painted with white, his thick cock visible below.

“You’re so beautiful. Jesus Christ, sweetheart, you’re beautiful,” he says, more softly this time, and the words start to break through your fucked-out headspace. Then he’s thrusting into you, rough and deep, and any thoughts you might’ve had are lost as he hits your g-spot with each thrust, fingers busy on your clit. Your eyes slip closed, and he orders you to open them again. “Watch as I fuck you,” he says, speeding up his pace, and you’re begging, pleading, but for what you don’t know. For more, for less? It doesn’t matter. Your entire purpose has narrowed down pleasing him. “Tell me how beautiful you are taking me.”

You know he knows you lost your words a while ago. You manage a high sound of pleasure, watching his cock split you open with each thrust. “Say it,��� he orders again. “Need my girl’s pretty voice in my ear when I come inside her again. ” You’re stuttering now, mumbling, trying to form the words. “Say it.”

“ ‘M so- pretty- taking your- your cock. Frank!” You eventually manage, rolling your hips, watching him disappear inside you. The sight is so erotic, you think you could come from that alone.

“Keep goin’ sweet girl, c’mon-” and his voice is lower and lower in your ear, the way it always is when he gets close.

“ ‘M beautiful- covered- in your cum-! Please please please, Frank, please-”

“Once more for me sweetheart, need it to come, need to hear you say it-”

“ ‘M beautiful- I’m - I’m - beautiful-” and the hand on your hip moves to band around your waist as he moves faster, until you are nothing but sensation, nothing but his beautiful little slut, so good for him, so good for him. “I’m- I’m- I’m-“

Still in his thrall, you come again, writhing on his cock, watching your bodies as you do. You can see the flushed skin of your cheeks and neck and chest, see the taut muscles of his thighs and arms as he fucks you. From here, you can’t see the small flaws of your body just the shapes and the colors. Then he comes with a low noise in your ear, and you keep your eyes open, watching as his face goes loose, soothed in a way you rarely see. It’s beautiful.

He rests his head against your shoulder and you sigh happily, still not quite back to yourself. He uses his grip on you to fall backwards into the mattress, tipping onto your sides as he slips out of your cunt. You both make a small sound at the loss, but you’re not back to yourself enough to ask him to stay inside you.

You stay there for a long moment, wrapped up in each other. But eventually the adrenaline starts to fade, and you realize what that last part of the scene was. Your request, from months ago.

As if he can sense that you’ve come back to yourself, he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Too much?”

“Was that for me, or for you?” you blurt, instead of an answer. The intense pleasure you had just been made to feel seems now to have returned as grief, the warning of tears thick in your voice.

It takes him a second to respond, and then he’s shifting on the mattress. “Hey. Look at me.”

Trying to blink back the tears, you roll over to face him. He’s propped up on an elbow, looking at you with such love and care and concern in his dark eyes the tears become that much harder to stop. You press the heels of your hands into your eyes. His hands reach out to wrap around your wrists, and pull them away from your face, and you give up trying to stop them.

Frank wipes the tears from your cheeks. “Was for both of us, yeah? You’re so goddamn beautiful, and I get to see it every day but you don’t. Watching us like that, together? Never would of thought of it, but it was… fuck, yeah, it was for both of us.”

And that’s an answer you can accept, can appreciate. Maybe the only one. But the tears don’t stop, and he kisses your forehead. “How ‘bout we go shower, huh? That was… I pushed you hard. Let’s go shower.”

You nod, and he pulls you towards the en-suite, warms up the water and then helps you in, stepping in afterwards before beginning to wash your skin from the mess he'd made on you. You stand there, trying to stop yourself from crying, not entirely sure where the tears came from in the first place. But when you try to stifle your quiet noises, Frank tips your chin up, forces you to look at him.

"Don't pull that. Let it out, sweet girl. Let it out." It's the same thing you say to him when he comes home from a bad night, or when the nightmares chase him out of sleep. You let yourself sob for something you can't quite put words to. Frank holds you up through it all, massaging your scalp and washing your skin, whispering sweet words in your ear.

he gets out only when your tears have finally stopped, a few minutes before you to change the sheets, then comes back to turn off the water and bundle you in a towel. he dries you off before pulling you back to the bedroom, helping you underneath the covers and turning off the light.

You're both on your sides, facing each other in the dark. You can feel him hesitate, trying to decide if he should reach for you. You move closer, burying your face in juncture between his neck and his shoulder, breathing in his scent. His arm wraps around your back and brings you closer.

"You're not lying to me." Your words are quiet, little more than a mumble against his skin.

He doesn't have to ask about what. "Haven't lied to you since I told you my name. Won't start now."

You hum. "This won't be... enough to fix it."

"Yeah, but I'm gonna keep telling you. Gonna tell you whenever you let me. As many times as you need before you stop asking, yeah?"

You sigh happily. "Frank?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you. I really, really, love you."

He kisses the top of your head. "Love you too."

[sh4wty18]

HII! I was wondering if you could write a plus size fluff/angst fic for Johnnie. So basically y/n is really insecure about herself bc she’s plus sized and she degrades herself for it a lot behind closed doors. She believes that Johnnie would be much happier with someone else and one night she decides to break up with him for that reason. She really doesn’t want to do it but she feels it’s for the best. But Johnnie isn’t giving up so easily so he tries to convince her that size doesn’t matter to him and she’s beautiful no matter what. And could it have a happy ending? Sorry I’m not the best at explaining things

insecure.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x reader

summary: same as request.

cw: angst, fluff, language, discussion of body-related insecurities/fatphobia

word count: 1.1k + edited

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Being plus-sized was already hard enough, but pair that with being in a public relationship with a celebrity, and your anxiety was constantly through the roof. It’s not that you don’t love being with Johnnie, because you do. You’re just afraid the feeling isn’t mutual. 

You’ve dealt with people being fatphobic toward you for as long as you can remember. But once you and Johnnie went public, it got a hundred times worse. You used to film with Johnnie, trying silly foods in his live streams and doing Q&As together. Eventually, the constant hate comments calling you names or telling Johnnie he could do better became too much. You stopped filming with him, stopped posting him on your socials, and told Johnnie to take down his posts with you as well. People assumed you’d broken up, but really you were just ultra-private.

You felt terrible. Forcing Johnnie to be in a private relationship just because of your body and insecurities wasn’t fair to him. But it also wasn’t fair for you to have to go through constant bullying and harassment online. He’d reassured you time and time again that he loves you, but it’s beginning to not be enough. You can’t help but ask yourself, would he be happier with someone skinnier? Would he be happier in a relationship where he didn’t have to hide who he was with? Probably, you conclude. 

These are the thoughts running through your mind on repeat as you doom-scroll on tiktok waiting for Johnnie to get back from filming with Jake and Carrington. You’ve been thinking about breaking up with him for weeks now, but every time you get close, the thought of losing him becomes unbearable and you stop yourself. Today, you decided, it was time. You couldn’t keep him chained to you, someone the world would always judge. You just want him to be happy, and you’re not convinced he can be truly happy with you. 

You jump slightly as Johnnie enters his bedroom, plopping down in bed next to you, bringing a hand to your cheek and guiding your face toward his mouth. “Hey baby,” he whispers as he trails kisses from your cheek to your lips. 

You pull away gently, “Hey.”

He senses that something is wrong– you’re never one to deny his kisses– and he sits up, leaning toward you. “What’s wrong?” 

“Johnnie, um, I don’t know how to say this…” You trail off, tears already welling in your eyes. 

He pulls you to his chest, enveloping your body in his arms, “Woah woah woah, what’s going on?” 

“Don’t do that, it’s only gonna make this harder,” You say between tears, pushing yourself away from him, even though you wanted nothing more than for him to cradle you, kiss your forehead, and whisper sweet nothings into your ear until you fall asleep. 

A nervous laugh escapes his lips, “Okay… now I’m really getting worried. What’s going on, y/n?” 

“Johnnie I… we can’t be together anymore,” You whisper, refusing to make eye contact with him.

You hear his breath catch, and he clears his throat, holding back tears, “Wait what? You… you’re breaking up with me? No. No no no-”

You cut him off, “Johnnie it’s for the best. I don’t want you to have to be stuck with me. You could have anyone you want and I’m… I’m not skinny like the other girls you’ve dated. I can post a picture on instagram and get hundreds of comments calling me every name in the book and questioning how you could ever date me. I made you delete all our posts and videos together for fuck’s sake! You don’t want this. It’s embarrassing. I’m embarrassing. I just want you to be able to date someone who you don’t have to hide.” You wince at the thought of him dating someone else, and turn away. 

He stares at you, mouth hanging slightly open at your words. Then he clenches his jaw and anger takes over. “No.” He says.

“Wh- what?” You ask, caught off guard.

“No! We’re not breaking up. Do you think I’m an idiot? I know you’re not as skinny as the other girls I’ve dated. I just don’t care. You think I give a fuck?” he scoffs and lets out a pissed-off laugh. “If I didn’t find you attractive, I wouldn’t be dating you, y/n. You’re not gonna sit there and tell me how I feel. I took down those posts because you asked me to… because I wanted you to be more comfortable… because at the end of the day, social media means nothing, and we don’t need to post together to be happy. I never wanted to hide you, and I have never, ever found you embarrassing. I’m offended you’d even suggest that.” 

You’re fully crying now, unable to stifle your quiet sobs. “I’m sorry,” You whisper, “I just thought-”

Johnnie’s face softens, “I know what you thought, baby. I understand. But I want you to know I think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world. There’s no one else I’d rather be with. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. In my eyes, you’re perfect. I want the world to know you’re mine.” He pulls you closer to him again, taking you in his arms and pressing a long kiss to your lips. “I didn’t delete the posts, just archived them. Can I please, please reupload them? I don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks. I’ll block anyone who leaves hate comments, I’ll cuss out anyone who says something mean about you, I don't care. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you believe I want you.” 

You smile sheepishly, kissing him back, “I’m not sure if I’m ready for that quite yet. As for convincing me you want me… I think I have always known you love me, but my anxiety is constantly telling me it’s impossible. That someone like you could never love someone like me. I guess that’s something I have to work on. Your reassurance is helpful, but I don’t wanna be the girl who constantly needs words of affirmation to survive. I don’t wanna annoy you.”

He shakes his head, grasping your face in both hands so you have no choice but to make eye contact with him. “Listen to me,” He starts, “You aren’t annoying. I’ll reassure you until the day I die if that’s what it takes. I don’t care. All I care about is you understanding how much you mean to me. We’re gonna get through this together. And one day, when you’re ready, we can reupload everything. We’ll tell every single hater to fuck off and suck a dick. I’m not going anywhere. I love you, okay?”

“Okay,” You respond, and he pulls your face in to kiss you again.

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this request was so cutie!! likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

[l3viat8an]

Poly mc: Imagine going to the human world with bros and a bunch of little kids and teens calls poly mc the most ugly person on the street and a fatso, all while laughing.

My friend was called that, and never in my life I wanted to punch a child. They held me back and said it wasn’t worth it.

Fuck them kids and your friend is a better person than me I would’ve helped punch a child- CW: fatphobia / body shaming-

Walking around the human world with your demons is always an…adventure for lack of a better word lol-

Asmo wants to drag you into every little Beauty boutique you pass, Satan wants to take you into every bookstore, Levi the arcade or little comic book shop, Beel every restaurant or café you pass- okay, okay you get the idea, they all want to drag you off and have fun!

But on the nicer days like this~ when the sun is hidden behind some clouds and it’s not too hot, it’s always nice to just go on little walks through the local park together!

It gives the demons a new look on the human world and let’s you show off your hot boyfriends! (Even if nobody’s really looking-)

and you get some much needed human world sunshine! What could be better?-

Until you passed a group of kids at the little play set, the one started pointing and laughing, you can’t hear what the kids are saying yet.

So you crack a joke about the kids being able to tell the boys are demons “Kids can always tell these thing, you know.”

Before laughing and continuing to walk, your group is still out of earshot of the kids but Levi grumbles about kids being dumb and Satan flips them off, Lucifer slaps his hand down, almost immediately, “Satan! Act right, those are children. They don’t know any better.”

Satan grumbles something under his breath.

But all in, all your groups keeps walking getting closer to the little playground and past the laughing kids, “Hey fatso! How much money are you paying to rent these stupid models?” “You know, nobody thinks any of them are actually dating a fat pig like you right?”

To say the demons were ready to punch some children is an understatement-

“Hey, kid c’mon over here fer a minute I just wanna talk.” If the children had any sense they wouldn’t go anywhere near Mammon with that ‘smile’ on his face, Satan isn’t nearly as worry about hiding his true intentions honestly, “I don’t want to talk, I want to punch a child.” Belphie just glares at the children “Tiny humans, really don’t have any manners anymore.”

Asmo looked as if he was in shock before marching up to the children, “Listen, here you brats, because I’m going to give you the lesson your parents never did; Only bitter nasty little humans, judge each other by their looks alone, and only bitter and miserable people decide that everyone else must be. Simply because someone doesn’t fall into your idea of a beauty standard doesn’t mean they’re automatically miserable, or that they’d have to buy love. I’d say you should be you ashamed of yourself but it would be a waste of time.”

Turning on his heel Asmo walks right back over to you, loops your arm through his and starts walking away.

“Wow…it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you get that upset.“ you say a bit impressed “Oh hon, I’m so sorry you had to hear that! But I hate children like that.” He presses a quick kiss to your cheek, and keeps walking.

You turn back to see if the others are following yet, and while you can’t hear what Lucifer or Beel said you can see the childrens faces drop and the two start backing away “What are they doing?…..” you’d almost feel bad, but really the kids started it “Probably just a few empty threats, don’t worry about it sweetie~! Now what should we do when they catch up~?”

The demons aren’t going to let a few nasty kids ruin your whole day after all!!

(Tho if you do want the kids to suffer a bit more Belphie can always give them nightmares- and I’m sure Satan or Lucifer have some ‘lovely’ curses-)

[thelonesomequeen]

What I don’t understand is why people put so much effort into believing this PR narrative because Chris isn’t who they thought he was. Alba and her crew are shady. The racism, Nazism, fatphobia, etc. is pretty bad and Chris is cool with it. He is okay with embracing people who think that way into his circle. He’s a rich white cis-het man from Boston who has the luxury of saying “both sides” because none of these things actually affect him. He’s broke Kendall Roy.

So why not just get the ick or be disappointed and move on? Just cross him off, don’t support his projects, and let it go. But the stalking and saying vile things online just doesn’t make sense.

If an actual friend I had IRL ended up with someone like Alba and her friends, I would say goodbye and not look back. I wouldn’t make excuses. That’s way too much energy for something you’ll never change. You saw who that person is so just accept it and move on with your life. And also stop calling him “Jamal”.

Just let it go.

[thaenad]

I agree with all of these points - especially the lack of understanding of fetish in the first place. My initial reaction was disappointment that the perspective of the fat kink community was left out, no one even did research before this episode.

Caleb’s idea of WHY feeders have the kink is that they enjoy watching someone do something that they do not allow themselves to do - eat a lot of food. which first off, erases fat feeders, people who identify as both feeder and feedee, as well as feeders who enjoy food and have divested from diet culture. And I am uninterested in general in trying to “get to the bottom” of fetishes because that rhetoric is pathologising and overall unhelpful. Science has never proven a root to developing fetishes, just like it’s never proven a root to being homosexual, which used to be considered a mental disorder.

Caleb says that “there’s so much projection” and I think that they’re on the nose with what that means for fatphobes - thin people getting angry at fat people who don’t “discipline” themselves. But you can’t conflate that with kink. The earliest documentation I have of my fetish is a drawing I made at 4 years old, when I had next to zero understanding of diet culture and kink only existed in my mind as cartoon animals. How would Caleb use this idea to explain feedees? It’s just a load of nonsense.

There’s also zero discussion of ed recovery through kink when the feeder in the advice column literally says that they’ve struggled with an ed. Just not in the wheelhouse I guess.

The conversations about power and the abuse of fat desperation that exists because of systemic fatphobia/desirability politics are important and ones that our community regularly have. And I appreciate the conversations about boundary setting regarding ableism and the loss of social capita when a thin person partners with a fat person (but again, a major generalization).

At one point Bryan mentions that the power that a thin person holds over a fat person is at the FOCUS of the kink. It just boils my blood to hear such well spoken intellectuals debate an identity that they know nothing about.

And they go on to say that kink can be a way to cope with trauma but “on the flip side, can be used as a way to punish themselves.” I don’t disagree with this statement, but they use it to straight up gaslight feedees’ experiences - When we move into the conversation about how pleasure doesn’t equal liberation, Da’Shaun says that feedees are consenting to something that they THINK they want.

This is the same rhetoric that removes sexual agency from fat feedists. It assumes that fat people can’t possibly enjoy being fat. Da’Shaun mentions folks who do cam work have to call themselves bbws in order to get engagement - this is a real issue, but this is a separate conversation from feedism. This is a conversation about how fat people who are NOT into fat kink are pressured into fat kink spaces because there is such a divide in the culture. There are hardly any spaces for fat people to engage with fat-attracted people who aren’t into kink. Mikey expressed that she felt like she was “supposed” to be a part of the fat kink space. And it’s something that we as feedists are aware of, it’s something that’s been used as a generalization against our community, but it’s a reality and it’s still worth bringing awareness to, especially to fat folks outside of kink spaces.

Caleb said something that I think is worth noting - it shows that they understand that the gainer experience can be a much different fat experience and one that is alien to them. To grow into fatness intentionally and feel sexy and empowered in it. Caleb makes a statement about drawing boundaries about what’s okay and what’s not is in the same world as policing queer sexuality and I completely agree. When we think about what is okay to fetishize and what isn’t - muscularity, big dicks, whiteness are all fetishes, they’ve just been normalized.

I lack the political enlightenment to be able to truly understand Da’Shaun’s conversation on the inherent violence that is desire. I need to read their book Belly of The Beast: The Politics of Anti-Fatness as Anti-Blackness to grasp the points they were making there. But it does concern me that they believe that it’s harmful and violent to be introduced to fat liberation because of fetish, because your care for fat people is tied to their body. That feels extreme. I think that it’s something that can be unlearned just like any and all biases. But I want to hear more on that before I can respond.

The panelists seemed to disagree with each other in a lot of ways, but I think the collective message here is that feedism cannot take place without critique, when thin and privileged feeders DO engage in kink with fat partners, that can be dangerous/violent if they haven’t done the introspective work. We know this and it’s such a tired conversation to those of us who are doing that work.

It’s just disappointing to me that these scholars with PhDs in Fat Studies are giving out uninformed personal opinions about a demographic of fat people without including our perspectives. Everyone in this panel belongs to two or more marginalized identities, you would think that “nothing about us without us” is something they’d be conscientious about. But I guess the problem here is that they assume that feedists are the oppressor.

good lord Unsolicited FTB just released an episode about feedism I’m biting my nails

[kitkweenarchive]

okay let me have a moment to talk about kat fucking hernandez in that ep because i see too many people mistaking her character arc as face value or one note and that’s just incorrect. 

what we’re seeing with kat is classic fat girl syndrome where she’s trying to push through years of internalised fatphobia and bullying to love herself relentlessly which is unattainable and unhealthy, but is constantly sold as the fix to the fat girls problems by the current standard of the body positivity movement. her scenes in the ep were trying to exemplify that you can’t just fix your emotional damage and poor self esteem by loving yourself because it’s so much more complex than that. she feels incredibly isolated in her feelings because literally every single one of her friends is thin and pretty and they don’t know how she feels because her experiences are unique to the fat experience. 

of course this is going to impact her relationship with ethan. especially when she had just started to discover herself as a sexual being (and enjoy that power) because it did... it made her feel powerful and in control in ways she had never experienced, yet she had fantasised about them. kat has spent her entire adolescence consuming sexualised imagery and writing about sex as a fanfic writer which has very much influenced her own sexual desires. she’s fantasising about powerful, dominant and hypersexual men to ‘rail her into oblivion’ not only because of this overconsumption of sexual imagery and media but also because when you’re a fat girl you have to work twice as hard to be seen as a feminine woman and so the pressure to be the submissive one in the sexual dynamic is real which we see is the complete opposite from her kitten kween persona with her cash pigs from season 1 where she is the one in control with all the power and dominance. but of course ethan isn’t that dominant, hypermasculine guy, he’s just a normal high school guy so she’s trying to figure out how to fit in with that. 

it’s also important to add that when you’re a fat girl in high school and no one has ever shown interest in you and then suddenly someone does actually show interest in you, it’s actually pretty easy to get swept up in the feeling of being liked rather than focussing on the actual person who likes you and how you (kat) actually feel in that moment. 

i think the kind of love ethan has for kat makes her feel suffocated. i think she misses the power and control she experienced when she had casual sexual encounters with guys who didn’t really matter to her. i think she’s desperately trying to figure out who she is outside of her friends and boys altogether so being in a relationship makes it very hard for her to explore who she wants to be. i think she wants to love ethan desperately because she feels like it’s what she’s “supposed” to do, she knows he’s good to her and that’s very rare and she ends up feeling worse because she doesn’t feel capable of loving him and she knows it’s wrong to keep going through the motions of the relationship when she’s ultimately lying. the fact that she fantasised about her boyfriend dying in the same sex fantasy she had speaks volumes to her reluctance to talk to him about it and be honest with him. because as much as she is terrified of being hurt, she’s also equally terrified of being the one to hurt someone else. 

[fatliberation]

I’m Abandoning Body Positivity and Here’s Why

In short: it’s fatphobic.

“A rallying cry for a shift in societal norms has now become the skinny girl’s reassurance that she isn’t really fat. Fatness, through this lens of ‘body positivity’, remains the worst thing a person can be.” (Kayleigh Donaldson)

•  •  •

I have always had a lot of conflicting opinions about the body positivity movement, but it’s much more widely known (and accepted, go figure) than the fat liberation movement, so I often used the two terms interchangeably in conversation about anti-fatness. But the longer I’ve been following the body positivity movement, the more I’ve realized how much it has strayed from its fat lib origins. It has been hijacked; deluded to center thin, able, white, socially acceptable bodies.

Bopo’s origins are undoubtedly grounded in fat liberation. The fat activists of the 1960s paved the way for the shred of size acceptance we see in media today, initially protesting the discrimination and lack of access to equal opportunities for fat people specifically. This early movement highlighted the abuse, mental health struggles, malpractice in the medical field, and called for equal pay, equal access, equal respect, an end to fatphobic structures and ideas. It saddens me that it hasn’t made much progress in those regards. 

Today, the #bopo movement encapsulates more the idea of loving your own body versus ensuring that individuals regardless of their weight and appearance are given equal opportunities in the workplace, schools, fashion and media. Somehow those demands never made it outside of the ‘taboo’ category, and privileged people would much more readily accept the warm and fuzzy, sugar-coated message of “love yourself!” But as @yrfatfriend once said, this idea reduces fat people’s struggles to a problem of mindset, rather than a product of external oppressors that need to be abolished in order for fat people to live freely.

That generalized statement, “love yourself,” is how a movement started by fat people for the rights of fat people was diluted so much, it now serves a thin model on Instagram posting about how she has a tummy roll and cellulite on her thighs - then getting praised for loving her body despite *gasp!* its minor resemblance to a fat body. 

Look. Pretty much everyone has insecurities about their bodies, especially those of us who belong to marginalized groups. If you don’t have body issues, you’re a privileged miracle, but our beauty-obsessed society has conditioned us to want to look a certain way, and if we have any features that the western beauty standard considers as “flaws,” yeah! We feel bad about it! So it’s not surprising that people who feel bad about themselves would want to hop on a movement that says ‘hey, you’re beautiful as you are!’ That’s a message everyone would like to hear. Any person who has once thought of themselves as less than beautiful now feels that this movement is theirs. And everyone has insecurities, so everyone feels entitled to the safe space. And when a space made for a minority includes the majority, the cycle happens again and the majority oppresses the minority. What I’m trying to explain here is that thin people now feel a sense of ownership over body positive spaces. 

Regardless of how badly thin people feel about their bodies, they still experience thin privilege. They can sit down in a theater or an airplane without even thinking about it, they can eat in front of others without judgement, they can go the doctor with a problem and actually have it fixed right away, they can find cute clothes in their size with ease, they do not suffer from assumptions of laziness/failure based on stereotype, they see their body type represented everywhere in media, the list goes on and on. They do not face discrimination based off of the size of their body. 

Yet diet culture and fatphobia affects everyone, and of course thin people do still feel bad about the little fat they have on their bodies. But the failure to examine WHY they feel bad about it, is what perpetuates fatphobia within the bopo movement. They’re labeled “brave” for showing a pinch of chub, yet fail to address what makes it so acceptably daring, and how damaging it is to people who are shamed for living in fat bodies. Much like the rest of society, thin body positivity is still driven by the fear of fat, and does nothing to dismantle fatphobia within structures or within themselves.

Evette Dionne sums it up perfectly in her article, “The Fragility of Body Positivity: How a Radical Movement Lost Its Way.”

“The body-positive media economy centers these affirming, empowering, let-me-pinch-a-fat-roll-to-show-how-much-I-love-myself stories while failing to actually challenge institutions to stop discriminating against fat people. More importantly, most of those stories center thin, white, cisgender, heterosexual women who have co-opted the movement to build their brands. Rutter has labeled this erasure ‘Socially Acceptable Body Positivity.’

“On social media, it actually gets worse for fat bodies: We’re not just being erased from body positivity, fat women are being actively vilified. Health has become the stick with which to beat fat people with [sic], and the benchmark for whether body positivity should include someone” (Dionne).

Ah, yes. The medicalization of fat bodies, and the moralization of health. I’ve ranted about this before. Countless comments on posts of big women that say stuff like “I’m all for body positivity, but this is just unhealthy and it shouldn’t be celebrated.” I’ve heard writer/activist Aubrey Gordon once say that body positivity has become something like a shield for anti-fatness. It’s anti-fatness that has been repackaged as empowerment. It’s a striking double-standard. Fat people are told to be comfortable in their bodies (as if that’s what’s going to fix things) but in turn are punished when they’re okay with being fat. Make it make sense.

Since thin people feel a sense of ownership over body positive spaces, and they get to hide behind “health” when they are picking and choosing who can and cannot be body positive, they base it off of who looks the most socially acceptable. And I’m sure they aren’t consciously picking and choosing, it comes from implicit bias. But the socially acceptable bodies they center are small to medium fat, with an hourglass shape. They have shaped a new beauty standard specifically FOR FAT PEOPLE. (Have you ever seen a plus sized model with neck fat?? I’m genuinely asking because I have yet to find one!) The bopo movement works to exclude and silence people who are on the largest end of the weight spectrum. 

Speaking of exclusion, let’s talk about fashion for a minute.

For some reason, (COUGH COUGH CAPITALISM) body positivity is largely centered around fashion. And surprise surprise, it’s still not inclusive to fat people. Fashion companies get a pat on the back for expanding their sizing two sizes up from what they previously offered, when they are still leaving out larger fat people completely. In general, clothing companies charge more for clothes with more fabric, so people who need the largest sizes are left high and dry. It’s next to impossible to find affordable clothes that also look nice. Fashion piggybacks on the bopo movement as a marketing tactic, and exploits the very bodies it claims to be serving. (Need I mention the time Urban Outfitters used a "curvy” model to sell a size it doesn’t even carry?)

The movement also works to exclude and silence fat Black activists.

In her article, “The Body Positivity Movement Both Takes From and Erases Fat Black Women” Donyae Coles explains how both white people and thin celebrities such as Jameela Jamil profit from the movement that Black women built.

“Since long before blogging was a thing, fat Black women have been vocal about body acceptance, with women like Sharon Quinn and Marie Denee, or the work of Sonya Renee Taylor with The Body Is Not An Apology. We’ve been out here, and we’re still here, but the overwhelming face of the movement is white and thin because the mainstream still craves it, and white and thin people have no problem with profiting off the work of fat, non-white bodies.”

“There is a persistent belief that when thin and/or white people enter the body positive realm and begin to repeat the messages that Black women have been saying for years in some cases, when they imitate the labor that Black women have already put in that we should be thankful that they are “boosting” our message. This completely ignores the fact that in doing so they are profiting off of that labor. They are gaining the notoriety, the mark of an expert in something they learned from an ignored Black woman” (Coles).

My next essay will go into detail about this and illuminate key figures who paved the way for body acceptance in communities of color. 

The true purpose of this movement has gotten completely lost. So where the fuck do we go from here? 

We break up with it, and run back to the faithful ex our parents disapproved of. We go back to the roots of the fat liberation movement, carved out for us by the fat feminists, the queer fat activists, the fat Black community, and the allies it began with. Everything they have preached since the 1960s and 70s is one hundred percent applicable today. We get educated. We examine diet culture through a capitalist lens. We tackle thin, white-supremacist systems and weight based discrimination, as well as internalized bias. We challenge our healthcare workers to unlearn their bias, treat, and support fat patients accordingly. We make our homes and spaces accessible and welcoming to people of any size, or any (dis)ability. “We must first protect and uplift people in marginalized bodies, only then can we mandate self-love” (Gordon).

Think about it. In the face of discrimination, mistreatment, and emotional abuse, we as a society are telling fat people to love their bodies, when we should be putting our energy toward removing those fatphobic ideas and structures so that fat people can live in a world that doesn’t require them to feel bad about their bodies. It’s like hitting someone with a rock and telling them not to bruise!

While learning to love and care for the body that you’re in is important, I think that body positivity also fails in teaching that because it puts even more emphasis on beauty. Instead of saying, “you don’t have to be ‘beautiful’ to be loved and appreciated,” its main lesson is that “all bodies are beautiful.” We live in a society obsessed with appearance, and it is irresponsible to ignore the hierarchy of beauty standards that exist in every space. Although it should be relative, “beautiful” has been given a meaning. And that meaning is thin, abled, symmetric, and eurocentric. 

Beauty and ugliness are irrelevant, made-up constructs. People will always be drawn to you no matter what, so you deserve to exist in your body without struggling to conform to an impossible and bigoted standard. Love and accept your body for YOURSELF AND NO ONE ELSE, because you do not exist to please the eyes of other people. That’s what I wish we were teaching instead. Radical self acceptance!

As of today, the ultimate message of the body positivity movement is: Love your body “despite its imperfections.” Or people with “perfect and imperfect bodies both deserve love.” As long as we are upholding the notion that there IS a perfect body that looks a certain way, and every body that falls outside of that category is imperfect, we are upholding white supremacy, eugenics, anti-fatness, and ableism.

[fierceawakening]

Yeah, Tumblr gets very hung up on bad.

Where I personally, like. A big part of my work in therapy is my therapist going “you can say not just that that isn’t right for you but that you straight up think it’s bad! You’re allowed not to qualify your opinions by thinking of every exception! It’s okay! You’re allowed to think some things just suck!”

Then I go on here again, and ring around the Rosie about what bad means. It means my ass don’t like it. Go from there.

So I think for me there’s two questions:

Are PEOPLE who eat junk food bad?

No. That’s everybody.

Is junk food bad?

Well… yeah? Probably?

It’s made by companies under capitalism, and it’s designed principally as a way of transmitting flavors and textures rather than nutrients (though it does, as someone is sure to shout in a reply if I fail to mention this, have some.)

It’s to the benefit of the people making it, who want money, to encourage you to consume a lot of it, because the more of it you buy and the more often you do so the more you line their pockets.

THEY may well not even be fat! THEY may be skinny men in suits who think of you as a stupid pig with all the fatphobia you hate, but they make bank off you, and that’s all they need you for.

This is in contrast to… like… a piece of broccoli. Which is just… kind of… There?

I mean, it’s also grown by agribusiness, so there’s not the same kind of shady shit but surely there’s some. Mostly it’s just being a living dude and growing and getting harvested though.

Farmers will like it if you eat more, but there’s no chemical analysis going on to make sure you take another bite, not in the same way.

Similarly:

Are cutters bad?

No. They’re in pain.

Is cutting bad?

Yeah, probably. Lots of people who do it feel ashamed and not helped by it, and this is especially rough if you end up with visible scars.

Is it possible for someone to do either or both of these things in ways that acknowledge and accept risk? Would that make those instances clearly not bad?

Yes and probably.

Is it highly likely everyone does?

No, or at least, society isn’t very good at treating the decision as autonomous and giving everybody judgment free information. When society is bad at those sorts of things, people tend to be similarly bad at doing things with heavy potential downsides in informed and fully considered ways.

And you might find said judgment free information in a support group for cutters (though you can also find copycatting and feeding each other’s bad shit ummmm less productive?habits, depending) but it at least seems to me you’re not likely to find said judgment free information about junk food in a community of people who celebrate eating it.

At least here on tumblr, what you find seems to be “all foods are here to nourish you, even the ones that are only a step up from cardboard with spices on it because they have to technically be edible, and pleasure is good. Eat, my lovelies, EEEEEAT!”

Which just… again, since if I’m at risk of anything it would be binging without purging, I look at those posts and just bewilderedly wonder why they don’t at least specify their target audience.

That could well be harm reduction for some people (and I’m probably pissing off the ones for whom it is), but it’s actually not for others.

Especially especially when “indulgence is good” is ITSELF an advertising slogan, used to sell particularly rich junk food as ~naughty sinful~.

Like, when I watch Virgie Tovar I don’t get the feeling I’m not hearing that food is a moral issue. I get the feeling the moral judgments are all still there but just flipped.

I’m not hearing “cake is morally neutral” at ALL. I’m hearing “if you don’t want a big piece of cake you’re a no fun Puritan and probably even a handmaiden of the patriarchy.”

[spectorings]

INCOMING LONG, MAYBE TRIGGERING POST !

Okay, sorry I just need to rant because I’m lost and struggling with sexuality and gender identity and I feel like a fraud. I don’t feel like myself and I honestly don’t know why it’s happening so badly now compared to all the other times over the years. No one needs to read this if they don’t want to, and I’m sorry for tagging this but I kinda feel like I want help but that’s horrible to ask and I hate for even thinking about it but I just don’t know anymore - I might delete , maybe not idk :((

everything triggering will be under the cut but here are the possible

TW - homophobia, gender dysphoria, body dysphoria, depression, general questioning of life / sexuality / and gender, internalised fatphobia??? Idk it’s just a horrible mess and idk what to do with myself lol

So, more recently I’ve been consumed by these thoughts that I just can’t get out of my head, and every time I think about it my heart feels so heavy and it feels like someone is sitting on my chest.

I used to hate the idea of me being bisexual, figuring it out around when I was 17-18 but the thing is, I’m pretty sure I knew from around the age of 10 but I pushed it aside and ignored it for years. I HATED the fact I could be bi, but as I’ve come to accept it, I’ve started realising that I don’t “feel” bi? Awhile ago I started thinking about how I felt more and more and I realised that I only say I’m bisexual for convenience for OTHER people. I like everyone, I like whoever I like, regardless of gender however I don’t feel like I’m Pansexual. So, this opened a whole can of worms of what am I really? How can you not know your own sexuality? I googled and searched for other terms to see if any of them fit how I felt and honestly, I couldn’t find any, I didn’t feel like I fit in with any of the terms. Recently, I started identifying as queer and honestly it feels like home? If that makes sense? It feels like a sexual identity where I don’t have to explain who I like or what I like, it just feels like me. But just when I started really focusing on that, the creeping feelings of how I identify gender wise crept up again, I guess I started thinking WAY too much.

I’ve previously struggled with my gender but never really realised it? I’ve always fantasied about not being me, but I realised a lot of the time it was me imaging a life as a man, rather than a woman. I used to roleplay as male characters, I always found myself identifying more with males than females. It’s been a thing since I was a child, I was always with the boys and always the “tomboy” and I hate being forced to be more girly. Now, when I look it at, I’m not sure how to identify. I don’t feel trans, but I also don’t NOT feel trans? I’ve always went between hating my body to fully ignoring it - similarly how I did when it came to questioning my sexuality. Over the course of a few months I’ve realised that it’s not only me hating the way my body looks because of my weight, or even my height, but because I feel like my body is wrong. It feels like something is missing, and I’m not sure what, but I just know my body isn’t right and I despise it, sometimes I’m just fully repulsed by myself but I always put it down to my weight and whatever else. I don’t exactly feel like a man, but I don’t always feel like a woman. More recently I’ve been feeling like genderless blob (the only way I can describe it) I just feel like I no longer know who or what I am anymore. I know I don’t have to put myself in a box or label myself, labels aren’t needed but I feel like I need to label myself to understand myself for me. I’ve wondered if I’m non-binary, or even gender fluid but truth is, I have no fucking clue. It drives me nuts, I feel empty and like something is missing, I feel like a fraud sometimes, like I’m lying to myself, a dirty and disgusting fake? I really don’t know how to explain it, even to myself I cannot rationalise what I’m feeling. I used to believe when I was younger and a lot less educated that there wasn’t more that 4 gender identities / sexes - male, female, non-binary, intersex. Now of course I think differently, and now I find myself in a spot where I’m not sure how even I identify, do any of those fit me? What am I? Who am I? I don’t know anymore. I wish I could change myself to look however I want, whenever I wanted, but I cannot. I just don’t feel right anymore, it’s something that’s been long ignored and buried by myself and now it feels like it’s bubbling to the surface. I always believed in questioning your sexuality or gender at least once in your life, but I never expected to find myself in the situation of no longer knowing who I am or how I feel. I’ve began experimenting with they/them pronouns but I don’t know if they fit me either, I don’t know what I want anymore and I feel like I’m going crazy. I’m scared that eventually I’ll just figure out I’m cis and I went through these feelings for whatever reason, but I’m more scared to waste my life being inauthentic to myself. I don’t know, I’m sorry if anyone reads this far but I just needed to get this off my chest, I’m open to messages / asks or whatever else if anyone wants to do that but honestly this was just more of a rant for me. I needed somewhere to post this to get it off my chest because I have no one to talk to about this. I’m just being a waste of space lol but like, I might delete this rant idk, kinda push all my feelings down again and not think about this for as long as I can idk idk idk idk idk :))

[lauralot89]

I’m actually really pissed off now and entirely against my better judgement I’m going to rant about it here because Discord is down and if I don’t get my rage out somewhere then it’s just going to build so here we fucking go

do not reblog this, I’m not in the mood for when it is inevitably passed on to someone who gets mad at me for it

I’m gonna be talking about weight loss/dieting/calorie counting/etc below the cut, if it triggers you, don’t read it, if you think any form of caloric restriction is disordered eating and any form of dieting is dangerous or wrong then DON’T READ IT

So there I am, minding my own business on Twitter reading a tweet from a YouTuber I follow revealing that she and every other influencer out there have recently received an email offering them money to shill NFTs, which is why you’ve probably seen some YouTuber/streamer recently just bring up NFTs out of nowhere

and then I see Noom is trending and against all my instincts I click and I guess Buzzfeed News did an article about how Noom is a diet program (no fucking shit)* and everyone and their mother is losing it on Twitter about how Noom pushes you to hate yourself and develop an eating disorder and how dare you ever want to lose weight, examine your internalized fatphobia and on and on and oh my fucking head

[*’But Laura they say in their ads that they’re not a diet and it’s misleading!’ Look I’m not gonna defend their advertising which I don’t think that highly of but what they clearly mean when they say that, even if they didn’t articulate it well, is that it’s not based on some gimmick like juice cleanses or no carbs or protein only, they mean that they don’t restrict any specific foods, you can eat whatever the fuck you want even if it’s nutritional sawdust so long as it fits in a caloric deficit]

I’ll put all my cards on the table here.  I used Noom.  I lost forty pounds on Noom.  I’ve kept off forty pounds even after I stopped using Noom, and I only stopped not because it wasn’t working but because I learned how to do it on my own and so why pay for something when you can do it for free.  I very specifically sought out and chose Noom because it was basically Weight Watchers but with colors instead of numbers, and I suck at math.

Why did I want WW?  Because it’s the commercial diet program that has the best results for long term success.  That’s because it doesn’t restrict any foods, it just teaches you what portions look like and recommends foods that have a higher water content, so you feel full without eating as much.  And Noom did the same thing and didn’t require me to potentially attend meetings while a plague was happening or do math, so I went with Noom.

There are people all over Twitter claiming things like “I was a breastfeeding mother and it told me to eat 1200 calories a day!  I’m a 6′8″ man and it told me to eat 1200 calories a day!  It’s marketing an eating disorder!  It tells you what foods you can and can’t eat!  It makes you weigh yourself every day!”

okay so

If you get the app and you get some completely absurd number for your recommended daily calorie intake, then you have done something wrong.  You have either mis-entered information or you have set it for the most unrealistic goals possible, probably so you could post on social media about how awful and insidious it is.  I say this as a 5′5″ woman who told the app I wanted to lose fifty pounds as fast as I possibly could and the lowest number it ever gave me was 1600 per day.  Which isn’t even a locked-in number: you record your physical activity, and any activity you do increases the calorie allotment.

And just so you know, daily weigh-ins on Noom are not a permanent fixture, it switches to weekly after you’ve done it for a while, it’s just there to get you used to doing it so you don’t forget the whole thing and then give up like three days in

Yes, counting calories CAN be disordered eating.  Being vegan can be disordered eating.  Exercise can be part of disordered eating.  Hell, intuitive eating can be part of disordered eating.  It’s entirely possible for someone to excuse a binge as what they intuitively wanted at the time.  It’s happened before.

Can programs like Noom and WW be used by someone to unhealthily restrict themselves?  Yes.  But in those cases, the person likely either already had disordered eating habits or they would have formed disordered eating habits out of any diet or exercise plan they tried.  People don’t develop an eating disorder just because an app tells them “hey, grapes make you feel fuller than raisins” (I read this roughly eleven thousand times on Noom). We develop eating disorders because of a huge complex number of influences and stressors both internal and external.  Does the diet industry play into that?  Absolutely.  One hundred percent.  Can we blame the existence of eating disorders on diet programs?  Absolutely not.

(also why do people bring up that diet programs just want to make money off you as if that’s some insidious thing specific only to them and not any other capitalist venture?  do you think nabisco and taco bell actually care about you?  you’re a wallet to corporations no matter what you’re buying from them)

Look, I dieted because I wanted to.  I continue to count calories and eat at a deficit because I’m not at my goal yet, and I want to get there.  I don’t think that just because a program worked for me, that it will work for everyone, or that just because I used it in a healthy way, everyone would.  But just because you don’t want to lose weight, or you can’t handle foods being ranked or calorie deficits without falling into disorder patterns, does not make it inherently bad for others to create and sell a program that uses those things.

If you are happy with your body, that is awesome.  I mean that truly.  I don’t think anyone should hate themselves for their weight or anything else about their appearance.  I think that people can make healthy choices and perform healthy actions no matter what their size.  But there’s a Very Online contingent of the body positivity movement that just seems to want to tear down everyone who doesn’t feel exactly as they do or doesn’t look exactly as they look, and they’re fine smearing everything as evil and/or ineffective in order to do that.

Like how many times have you heard that it’s impossible to lose weight because your body will enter starvation mode and hold onto any calorie you’ll give it and then you actually gain weight?  Yeah, starvation mode is a real thing.  It was experienced by people imprisoned in concentration camps.  But this is what those people ate in a day.  And their bodies didn’t enter starvation mode until all of their fat reserves had been depleted.  And they never gained weight; at best, they maintained weight.

But what about the study that proved ninety-five percent of diets fail?  Yeah, about that.  That was a single study conducted with just 100 people in 1959.  1959, when we did not have nutrition labels or serving sizes on food packages, when there was no easy way to know the caloric value of food unless you already happened to study nutrition.  The participants in the study were being treated at a nutrition clinic, and once they left the nutrition clinic, it’s not surprising that most of them regained weight.  Even one of the doctors conducting the study later said it wasn’t relevant in the modern world: “I've been sort of surprised that people keep citing it; I know we do better these days.”

Losing weight isn’t easy.  So much of our culture and social interactions are built around food, and so much of our food is calorie-dense without filling our stomachs.  It isn’t easy, but it is simple.  You eat at a caloric deficit and, barring some kind of medical complication, you lose weight.  Likewise, if you eat at a surplus, you gain weight.  Our world makes it much easier to gain weight than to lose it, but it’s not impossible and it shouldn’t be discouraged if someone isn’t doing it unhealthily.

Obesity is linked to a myriad of health conditions.  With most of those conditions, we can’t say that obesity causes them given that there’s no ethical way to test that, but we can definitively say that your chances of developing these conditions go way up if you’re obese.  Fat people have value.  They deserve the same respect and dignity as everyone else.  But obesity is not humanity’s natural state and it’s not unavoidable, and it’s not wrong or inherently unhealthy to want to change your body.

I’m just tired.

[slashedthroughtheheart]

Ok so, this has been bugging me for a while

Now, I know a lot of the fandom sees Bubba and Thomas as big plus size guys. And don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with being plus size. I myself have been plus size and fat since I was about 14.

However, a lot of people, the way they talk about these two makes them sound obese.

And that really... rubs me the wrong way?

I’ll put it under a read more since this is getting long.

So, lets look at it the way I see it. I look at Bubba both in movie and in DBD model, and I see an average body typed man. Maybe just a bit thicker around the middle than average but by no means Fat. He has some fat to him, most at his middle. But for the most part? Bubba is basically all meaty muscley heft. He’s thick like a strongman is thick. Which is why he is so strong. Why he can run with a chainsaw. Why he can haul people up onto his shoulders easily.

He’s not capital F fat. And the reason it upsets me to see him be called fat isn’t because being fat is bad(it’s not, fat is good for your body), it’s that he’s very obviously Not Fat in the way most people talk about him as. And I can’t help but think ‘So... that’s what you consider Fat? What am I then? Oh My God Obese?’ because if someone who has the shape and outline of Bubba being considered Chunky Fat, it’s... disheartening? Like, he’s not overweight by any means even?

Look, this is the original Leatherface. This is the original Bubba. He has a bit of a tummy, but I would not call him fat. As someone who is fat, I look at him and I see average male body.

This is Bubba in DBD and here, yes, he has a bit of fat right at the lower part of his abdomen, but he still isn’t fat. He has big beefy arms, wide shoulders, some hips, and that bit of tummy. But he just isn’t Fat. I’d venture that this version of Bubba is the chubbiest, but even then he isn’t particularly chubby. And he’s also pretty tall here. His weight is distributed rather evenly. He is proportionate.

And the same thing is done to Thomas who is even LESS fat than Bubba. He carries his ‘weight’ very well and it’s basically all muscle. The person who played Thomas was a wrestler, like? He was physically fit. He wasn’t chunky. He wasn’t fat.

And yet people talk about how Thomas would be insecure about his ‘pudge’ and the only thing I can think of is ‘what pudge?’

Thomas is Thicc but with muscle, not fat.

Look at him, that isn’t fat. He has a thick waist, which so many wrongly conflate with being fat. But no, he’s muscle. He’s strong. He isn’t fat. He’s got a barrel chest. He’s Big in a way that isn’t fat. He’s Big in a way that is spooky because it speaks strength, and we all know what he’s capable of.

And all of this just smacks of fatphobia. Because if someone like Thomas or Bubba is considered chunky fat, anyone who is Actually Fat is going to get alienated. Because the people who are doing this are doing it in an ‘uwu soft fat boi, protect him’ and like, if they were fat, that’s still gross?

Do not get me wrong, if you wanna headcanon them as being bigger, and you draw them bigger, that’s okay! But the stuff I’m talking about is these skinny people looking at someone who’s just physically bigger than them and just auto assuming that they’re fat just because they are physically bigger. And it’s gross. And damaging.

This has bugged me for so long, from the moment I stepped into this fandom.

It happens mid game too when I play Dead by Daylight and there’s a Bubba as the killer and people I either watch or am playing with will say ‘Oh, there’s the fat bastard’. Like, this is a problem. Bubba isn’t fat, none of the killers in DBD are fat. I’ve heard people call Trapper fat and he’s not? He’s built like a fucking tree. But it isn’t fat.

Just because a person physically takes up more space than you doesn’t make them fat.

Fat isn’t bad! I have a feeling a lot of this stems from people wanting to seem ~inclusive~ or woke or w/e, but they don’t actually want to respect fat people. They want to find the max size of a person they’re comfortable with existing and then label that fat, because to them, that is as fat as someone can be and still be tolerable.

I look at myself in the mirror and then look at how Bubba looks like even with all his clothes on, and I’m fatter. By a lot. I’m also afab so my fat sits differently, but still. I have a marked difference in body fat than Bubba. I’m Fat. And I can still lift people. I used to be a firefighter. I used to be captain of my volleyball team. I used to swim miles every day when I still lived close to the ocean. And even then, I was still fat.

I look at that, and think about those things, and I can only wonder and fear what the people who go ‘uwu soft chubby Bubba’ would say about me.

Words that have been thrown at me before come to mind, and I can only guess that they’d be similar.

It’s upsetting to think that people look at the actual model for Bubba in game and point and call him fat(derogatory). Because... he isn’t. And some of these people used to be my friends, until I just quietly shunted them from my life, because I don’t want that toxicity in my life. I don’t need them to find out I’m even bigger and turn around and call me the fat bastard.

I’ve had enough of that in my life already. I’ve been anywhere from just a little chubby to full on fat ever since I was a teen. I know how it feels to have your weight be the point of criticism/bullying/butt of jokes. It’s not good.

And all of this makes me really hesitant to even think about writing and posting stuff for Thomas and Bubba and really any of the other slashers who the fandom have deemed to be fat. Because I don’t see any of the slashers as fat in the slightest.

Because I won’t write them fat. I won’t write them having love handles to pinch like so many writers like to give Bubba. I won’t write them having a double chin. Because they don’t. And for me, the art I do, it’s all written. I can’t draw them, I can’t do them justice like that and be like ‘Here’s a comforting headcanon of them being actually chubby that makes me feel closer to them.’

I don’t trust the fandom to know I mean Actual Fat if I wrote those things. I don’t trust fandom to just read those things and think I believe Source Material is that.

And the whole thing that makes this worse? A lot of slashers were bullied when they were young, something a good majority of fat people understand and went through themselves. Something I went through. And I felt a kinship with slashers and fell in love with so many of them because I Get It. I have empathy for what they went through. While the things we faced weren’t the same, we still face ridicule for something we couldn’t change.

And before anyone goes and says ‘it’s not that deep’, I want everyone to think about why most people gravitate towards the slasher fandom. It’s usually out of that idea of ‘Society has cast you aside, it’s also cast me aside for whatever reason, so lets stick together’.

When you’re othered, you tend to lean more towards people that were othered as well.

When your own society has made you feel like you don’t belong, seeing someone else being cast out as well makes you more likely to bond to them. My very first slasher I fell for was Jason Voorhees. And it was real obvious why for me. I was a young little kid who had the nerdiest interests, and wore glasses, and was a bit chubby in the face even if I was thin everywhere else, and I was also the only not white kid in my area. And I had asthma? I was easy game. I got made fun of relentlessly, just like Jason did.

Kids physically hurt me as well. And when I first watched Friday the 13th, the connection I felt to him? That feeling? It was instant. I understood him, and my heart ached for him, because I KNOW how bad it hurts.

And I fell for Thomas, and Bubba, and Michael. And so many others. All because there was that connection. That moment of seeing just a sliver of my own pain in them.

And I’d venture a guess that that’s on par for why a lot of the people in the slasher fandom are even in the slasher fandom.

So why is there so much of this fatphobia? Why is there so many people who act like their original bodies are fat when they’re not? Why are we being othered in the one place we really shouldn’t be?

If you see this happening, say something. Point it out and say ‘that isn’t fat, why do you think that’s fat?’ This whole ‘body positivity’ movement is garbage and the roots of it are just so gross. ‘Don’t worry, you’re still sexy even if you’re fat’ like no. We don’t want body positivity, we want to stop being ridiculed for our bodies. It’s as simple as that. It’s literally just about wanting to be treated as humans with respect.

So please, be mindful of what you say. Hold yourself accountable for the impact you have with your words.

[meowdarame]

Sometimes I truly love myself but on other days I feel like what people say about me being ugly is true and idk what to do at this point because I usually just cry till I forget about it but it just comes back

hello anon! thank you for your vulnerability, and as someone who used to really struggle with this exact thing, i’m gonna give my insight under the cut.

i think that as a society we place way too much emphasis on looks, aesthetics, and physical beauty; ideally, trivial things like these shouldn’t even matter at all! however, it’d be utterly naive of me to say that one’s physical appearance doesn’t affect or shape their lived experiences, because more often than not, it does. in reality, people do treat others differently based on their appearances, and it’s so many levels of fucked up.

i remember reading somewhere that “pretty privilege” is rooted in racism, colorism, texturism, classism, fatphobia, and a whole plethora of other -ism’s and -ia’s. i find this to be true— these systems aren’t only put in place to physically/economically oppress minorities, but to also diminish our sense of self-worth and self-esteem. and this lowered sense of self-worth is just another way to subjugate minorities, to keep us submissive or subservient, and to trick us into buying into these fallacious notions of “beauty” (which are often based on western/eurocentric ideals, at least in places that were heavily colonized by europeans.)

moving on from the holistic, (and feel free to disregard everything i said up there ^ if it made no sense HAHA), here’s my one, cardinal piece of advice: give yourself grace. a lotta people like to boil down self-love to something akin to a destination, like it’s this arduous journey up a mountain and “self-love” is the mountain’s peak. but i honestly don’t think it’s like that at all. y’know, you’re always learning and growing as a person, and at other times, you’re unlearning or maybe even regressing, and that’s okay. people aren’t meant to be stagnant, you’re meant to change, and the least you can do for yourself is be gracious with yourself as you navigate through life.

and in the same way that self-love isn’t a destination, it’s also not a static state of being either. some days, i think i’m the best person in the world. other days, i think i’m a piece of shit! but that’s why grace and self-forgiveness are all the more important on those days. it’s what will help you understand that “hey, i’m not perfect, and that’s okay.”

tl;dr (bc i know i rambled a bunch LOL) but those people who are saying you’re ugly are pricks, and grace is the best gift you can give yourself! (also, and this is by no means meant to be facetious in any way, but therapy and counseling work wonders. i know it’s scary and it’s not the most accessible service, but if you do have the means, i highly recommend it! i honestly think that everyone should go to therapy lol)

sending you love thru the screen!! 💞

[womenfrommars]

okay sorry to do this, I won’t send anymore asks but I want to respond to the person who replied to the ask I sent (I’m anon who said radfems are turning away women). You can delete this if you don’t want drama, i don’t mind.

you said your goal is to peak women, not recruit them. peak them on trans issues? on issues of gender roles? on abortion? on homophobia? on racism? on porn? on capitalism? many women do “peak” on one or two or even three of these issues and yet if they don’t believe in every single one of your beliefs to the T you attack them, just like the admin of this blog, who is gencritfem and not radfem.

I’ve lurked around the radfem community long enough to see that your longtime goal isn’t to “peak” women on certain issues (that’s short term), you want them to agree with most to all of radfem points. maybe you have negative stigma surrounding “recruitment”, I wasn’t meaning that as anything negative. I was criticizing behavior.

And I didn’t say you all were trying to recruit Christian women, I specially acknowledged how there’s a mutual agreement that Christians can’t be radfems. I said other women who ARENT Christian. I’ve seen women who still agree with radfem theory calling themselves “ex radfems” because of the behavior.

to the admin, perhaps the reason you’re being attacked is because the lack of reading comprehension that prevails in all sections of tumblr. anyway, the only reason I even saw the reply is because I was looking at your blog again to see other posts you’ve made. As a BIPOC, I didn’t see anything racist, so I don’t know why they’re accusing you. It’s really reminiscent of how the libfems and that side of politics see someone say one thing wrong and accuse all their past words as being bad too. I don’t know of many women who are gender critical feminists yet not radical feminists, so now I want to look into that version of feminism to see what all that entails.

I think a lot of women call themselves ''radical feminists'' just because they are gender critical and anti-porn. Those views are indeed part of radical feminism, but radical feminism encompasses much more than that. It's a known issue that a lot of women online self-identify as radical feminists without properly researching radical feminist literature beforehand. On Tumblr, I think very few women here have actually read any at all. I tend to assume most haven't read a lot, if I'm completely honest.

I haven't read a lot myself either, but then again I don't call myself a radical feminist nor do I speak on radical feminist literature as if I'm very familiar with it. A few times people have made assumptions about me. People are telling me I shouldn't call myself a radfem, presuming I do that in the first place. A few have also assumed I must be attracted to women based on the fact I am a gender critical feminist (?) which is hilarious because it confirms the TRA logic that ''TERF'' = lesbian. I would much rather that people judge my views based on their merit instead of the degree to which they adhere to radical feminism.

A lot of people also invent ''extras'' to radical feminism. Most famously a few on here said that radical feminism opposes ''fatphobia''. Fetch me one radical feminist author who said this. ''Fatphobia'' is just modern liberal feminism, I'm afraid. Dworkin herself passed away from complications related to obesity and even had weight loss surgery, I think

The accusations of myself being racist are related to discourse from my old blog, to which I no longer have access seeing as it was deleted. It relates to a discourse that was mostly given rise to, again, based on a lack of understanding, I think

[bi-dazai]

okay while we're on the subject of eating healthy and exercising, I want to vent/talk about weight loss. This is gonna be a rly controversial, very personal and extremely long post but I do want to make a point. I'm not going to discuss every fucking nuance of haes or my EDs. But for clarity, know that my eds are complicated and were mostly osfeds - minor anorexia osfed in high school and bed osfed when I was 18-19. after i realised how fat i was the minor anorexia came back and over the pandemic it became full scale anorexia nervosa.

I'm 5'3. The healthy weight range I should be in is in the high 40s-low 50s. I went up to TWICE that by the time I was just nineteen years old. It wasn't fun being fat. I consumed as much fat acceptance, fat activism content as I could, I pretended I was confident and happy even when I was fat. But I wasn't. Because people don't just get obese accidentally. A little overweight, yes. But obese? No. You get obese from depression, from giving up. You don't want to move so you don't. You're sad all the time, and the body positivity circles say eat comfort food, whatever and as much as it makes you feel better!! Do you know what that is? That's encouragement of BED. Do not say that. Because I did that. I ate sugar and junk food, I was still depressed.

I was reading these posts that were claiming fat people shouldn't be weighed at the doctor, that your weight shouldn't count, that BMI is incorrect and doesn't matter, etc etc. There were posts saying that they got "perfect bloodwork" (what even is that? I knew that was wrong, I've had chronic iron deficiency for a decade!) even though they were fat, so they had to be healthy, right? I got shown pictures of obese ballerinas and obese weightlifters blah blah blah. And I grew and grew, and I got to almost 85kg on the fast track to 100kg before reality smacked me in the face and I realised I was shortening my lifespan by decades.

Here's what it was like being obese!

- joint pain, constantly

- could barely walk anywhere without feeling out of breath

- couldn't find any fashionable, good quality clothes (plus size stores either carry unfashionable clothing, or fashionable but cheap quality clothing. I don't like to waste money on cheap clothes)

- more acne than I'd had in years

- oily skin

- more difficulty feeling "full"

- JOINT FUCKING PAIN

- rashes from skin rubbing against skin!

- even larger chest, making me MORE dysphoric

- back pain!!

- snoring - this is not just embarrassing. This is potentially deadly.

- DYSPHORIA

- KNEES. JOINT PAIN.

- DYSPHORIA

this was just things I felt physically, noticeably! The things that my fat was doing on the inside was even worse. Fat isn't just this layer of packing peanuts that appears on top of you. It coats your organs. It gets everywhere. It makes your entire body run worse.

Fat also makes it much more likely for you to not just GET cancer, but it it also makes it harder to FIGHT cancer. Being obese makes almost every single goddamn sickness on the planet worse because when you have THAT MUCH fat tissue the hormones and shit it secretes fucks EVERYTHING up.

Yes there are obese bodybuilders. Yes there are obese ballerinas. Let's talk about those two.

There are plenty of drs and dieticians who have pointed out the obvious - if an obese person was really, actually eating healthily and exercising every day, they would not stay obese forever. Its not magic, it's thermodynamics. CICO done right works for everyone. If you are eating healthy, appropriate portions for weight loss at your TDEE and exercising it would literally be IMPOSSIBLE for you not to lose weight!! Even more the heavier you are because when you exercise you carry around a lot more weight.

Obese weightlifters are still obese. They are not proof you can be obese and healthy. They are still going to die younger if they do not lose weight.

Let's talk about fat ballerinas. The only ones I've seen are trainee ballerinas, not professional ones. And their performance looks impressive at first, until you look closer. You notice their balance is never quite perfect, their control can be amazing and the best ever but they'll still be off. Why? Because fat moves around with your movement, and it displaces your balance and your line of movement. It's simply not possible to do something like ballet dancing as a fat person without risking major injury as well. En pointe is already stupid dangerous for the skinniest ballerina. Going en pointe at anything above 60kg is going to get progressively suckier the heavier you go. And god help your ankles because falling down will always end in a major injury.

I'm so fucking done with "fat acceptance". I'm tired of "body positivity" being a movement about obese middle-upper class white women and not about scars and disabilities etc like it was focused on in the start. I have no problems with Health at Every Size - every person should feel happy to workout, to eat healthy. I have no problem raising issue with people bullying others for their weight as well. That's wrong. But pretending that it's Healthy at Every Size is a fucking lie, and it's one that could've sentenced me to an early death. Healthy at Every Size said I was condemned to joint pain and oily skin and depression and exhaustion for the rest of my life based on cherrypicked sentences from studies that didn't agree with them. That "95% of diets fail" sentence in particular drives me up the wall. You don't need a diet to lose weight, you need healthy CICO, you need to eat below your TDEE, you need to eat healthy, and you need to exercise. All you have to do at first is go on a 10-20 minute walk, whatever pace you like, a few times a week.

You can BE fit, you CAN lose weight! You are not sentenced to having joint pain and an increased risk for cancer and a less effective COVID vaccine for life. You can change your body in incredibly ways. You have no idea what you are capable of.

There's this myth that weight loss takes keto and shakes and diet pills and crash diets etc. It doesn't. All it is is making sure you eat less than your TDEE, eating HEALTHY calories, and getting your heartrate up by exercising at least 175 minutes a week.

The human body is not meant to be obese. There's no such thing as a set point weight. There's CICO, there's nutrition, there's making sure your muscles dont atrophy. Weight loss and fitness isn't some magic thing that youre just born able to do. I was lazy throughout my entire teens. I thought fitness was something the popular girls did. It's not. It's for everyone. and everyone, especially in places with an obesity epidemic such as the US, UK, and Australia, should make use of it. It's a good thing. Walking is one of the best things you can do for your body, and it's incredibly rewarding in every way. Eating healthy and not eating until you feel like you're going to burst is rewarding in every way. And it's not like you can't ever have junk food again, you just have to limit it to a treat, a once or twice per week thing. And honestly, it makes it much more enjoyable that way.

Now I want to talk a little about my anorexia. My weight loss journey came to anorexia. This is because it was an eating disorder I'd had for a long time. I did not see a trainer or dietician, and I consciously decided to push myself too far. I consciously decide to eat less and exercise more when I am starving. This is not something that just happens because someone is eating at 1200cals. It happens because you have an eating disorder which you are born with. Saying people who eat 1200cals of healthy food a day and exercise right are "anorexic" is so fucking insulting to everyone involved. It's ableist and ignorant. 1200cals is also a pretty generous amount for anorexic ppl to eat. That's close to a binge in ED standards, so that should give you a reference for how offbase saying 1200cals is "anorexic" is.

My anorexia is healthy habits pushed into eating disorder territory. I eat healthy, yes, but I don't eat enough. I exercise, yes, but I often push myself too far when I'm already lacking energy. The advice I give people for health is correct, and I'm never going to go around saying "eat less than 1200cals" as weightloss advice. Eat less, sure, but there's a limit. Calorie counting is a good thing to do, tracking your macros and nutrients is good. But I do it too much.

I know what's healthy, a lot of ppl with restrictive and purgative EDs do. People with EDs can give some awesome health advice, we just can't follow it because we have a mental disorder. Believe it or not people with EDs discussing their EDs are not "pro-ana", pointing out that anorexia and people with anorexia are real and not some boogeyman you use to justify not losing weight and eating healthy is not pro-ana. Anorexia existing is not pro-ana and anorexics being anorexic has nothing to do with fatphobia.

this post is a rambling mess but i rly had to get some stuff clear on how I feel abt this stuff because it's getting concerning how much unhealthy shit, and then straight up ableist shit, that the fat acceptance crowd spews out.

A little exercise won't kill you, eating healthy won't kill you. You are not sentenced to ugly plus size fashion and joint pain and being out of breath for the rest of your life. Leave the Healthy at Every Size death cult and join the Health at Every Size movement. Let the doctor take your weight (it IS medically necessary). acknowledge that you are obese and it is affecting your health. It's scary but it can be the start of a new, healthy beginning. It was for me.

Losing 15kg has been the best thing in my life. Sure, the anorexia is there enjoying it for one reason. But the reason I truly enjoy it is because I've discovered what a healthier body feels like. I've discovered the joys of exercise, I've discovered the joys of eating healthy. I can fit nice clothes now. And I'm still overweight! I'm 66kg, that's 4kg away from the barest minimum acceptable healthy bmi. But I feel so so much better. I look better. I have a jawline! Good skin! Energy! It didn't fix me but it sure made me a hell of a lot better.

Please please try and eat healthy, eat an appropriate amount, go for walks. It's so so good, and if you do it right you WILL lose weight. You'll live past 50. You'll get to explore the world in a way you couldn't when going up stairs had you out of breath. You'll fit into that nice skirt you've been looking at. Your skin will clear up. You'll have energy and your mental health will improve.

It's so so fucking worth it to put effort into your health, like I cannot emphasise this enough. Please do it, I wish I could tell myself this when I was binging on junk because the FA crowd told me it was valid to comfort eat until I hurt.

[slyeposting]

Rating Marvel’s new New Warriors

(long post)

After seeing the character designs for Marvel’s new series of New Warriors comics as well as watching multiple reaction videos and reading other people’s reviews, I thought I would summarize some basic points and add my ratings/review. Please prepare yourselves for this hot garbage. 

Screentime: 3/10

wow starting off strong

looks like Ben 10 

basically if Alexa was your obnoxious Fortnite-obsessed younger brother

writers will probably make him say “Ok bOomEr” and unironically floss

got his powers from internet gas????? whatever the fuck that means??????

Superhero name makes him sound like he’s six and his parents are trying to stop him from watching Ninja for 12 hours a day 

useless in combat bc other than him having a smartphone for a brain he’s a regular kid (aka: will die in one hit from a villain with actual powers) 

only redeeming quality is his visor reminds me of  Geordi La Forge

Trailblazer: 3/10

Dora the Exploer if she got really into bad 90s fashion

Backpack looks like Sleeper from the Venom comics 

her description says she “she doesn't think of herself as a Super Hero,” which is good because she isn’t one 

slightly more useful in combat than Screentime because she could potentially pull an RPG out of her pocket dimension backpack or something

oh wait she can’t even control what comes out of it!!! nevermind!!!!

fucking Percy Jackson did this with Leo and even then he had his own powers as well as this 

there were so many fat jokes/fatphobia in all the reviews i saw on youtube and it made me want to smash my head into a wall (not related to the review but I thought it was worth mentioning if anyone wants to look up any reviews after this) 

I keep coming back to the color scheme and it’s just. so bad. Neon sucks  especially when it is clashing with other neon 

apparently she got the backpack from God, but  “not the god you’re thinking of...” very cool writers. Real quirky of you. Can you be any more annoying. 

fingerless gloves

Snowflake and Safespace: 1/10

oh god

oh sweet jesus 

I don’t even know where to begin with these. the names? The costumes? The color scheme? Safespace’s fucking sideburns? help 

ok let’s start with the names 

it does not matter who you are on the political scale, where you are on the gender spectrum, or how okay you are with “”edgy/dark humor””- nobody who has even the slightest knowledge of 2017-era Twitter language will look at two superheroes named Snowflake and Safespace and think “these characters are reclaiming these otherwise insulting terms and using them as their own.” They will think the characters are a joke. It shows how utterly out of touch the writer is with modern day culture, which is not a good sign considering he’s writing  modern-era comic with all teenage characters. Snowflake is an insult. It just is. The idea of a “safespace” has been demolished because of the way it has been used by trolls online. No amount of woke points and “flipping the script” is going to change that. It’s a sad attempt to pander to a very specific audience, and the writers still manage to make it feel like a slap in the face. This is one of the poorest attempts to make a new-age, hyper aware characterization that I have seen in a long time. It fucking sucks. 

Also Marvel makes their first nonbinary character and they name them fucking Snowflake? Are you  kidding me Marvel? I’m going to scream 

Moving on to the costumes, they’re actually shit. It’s like if the Wonder Twins became semi-professional roller skaters who watched Tron once while tripping on LSD. Why do they have vests. 

Why is everything Neon??!?!! Does the designer not know how value and complimentary colors work?! Can the saturation not be constantly at 100 please my eyes are suffering

Apparently their characters are just as obnoxious as their hair 

“they see their Super Heroics as “a post-ironic meditation on using violence to combat bullying.” They're probably streaming this.” WRITERS HAVE YOU EVER INTERACTED WITH A TEENAGER. THIS READS LIKE A REDDIT POST DO YOU THINK WE TALK LIKE THIS 

the best components out of these characters are the powers, and even then the powers aren’t extraordinary. Ice shurikens and force fields? Fine. A little standard, but fine. I just wish their powers weren’t so connotative with their names. I can’t fathom that someone actually approved these characters. This is exhausting. 

B-Negative : 6/10

probably the best one out of them all 

what every emo kid wanted to look like in 8th grade

a cohesive color scheme that isn’t trying to attack me through the screen 

actually has super powers that aren’t googling things or pulling things out of a magical Jansport that not-God found at Target for $30 

apparently this is where the creativity ends though because in the end he is literally just a vampire minus the immortality (why, you ask? I don’t fucking know. It’s like the internet gas everything is a shitshow)

“B-Negative ages like a regular person (or does he?) and he definitely drinks blood (or does he?)” I don’t care. (or does he? Jk I don’t fucking care. Stop trying to be quirky, writers. It’s not cute.)

“The world is a vampire…and so am I.”  Hi what the FUCK does this mean 

fingerless gloves 

Final Thoughts 

I am very tired

Marvel doesn’t know their audience at all 

The creators of these characters tried to make modern characters despite being extremely out of touch, making the concepts already seem dated and unappealing 

I’m honestly suprised they didn’t have a Hijabi character for those sweet sweet woke points ™ 

please for the love of god can I get some neutral colors once in a while. I can’t take this much longer 

fingerless gloves