vegan, foodie, cooking enthusiast, spoonie, just trying to put one foot in front of the other...
I always thought my body image-based negative self-talk was self-criticism and about actual flaws and imperfections but I’ve come to see it for what it is : merely echoes of the voice of society projecting a bunch of prejudicial poisonous fascist standards (bathed in capitalism) onto me and everyone else. & It pisses me the fuck off. This has brought about personal & political revolution, my feminist politics driving vast improvements in self-image and confidence. It’s a social justice issue, of course, and through emotionally integrating that, I’ve become a comfortably casual crusader…and personally demand no less than the equal respect i deserve to anyone else on principal as a sentient life form, no matter how any of us look. Further radicalizing about it has been awesome. While still shy/modest in some ways, I no longer suffer the chronic pain of feeling aesthetically inferior all the time based on a bunch of morally arbitrary ( if biologically pertinent) traits. I feel good about myself & it feels huge.
10/10 would recommend
All too familiar with all the things he had done or not done in his life, novelist Keiichiro Hirano had trouble accepting himself as a “good” or a “bad” person, until he realized that maybe he was a bit more complicated than that.
This is really interesting and nice :)
It doesn’t make sense to call ourselves ugly, because we don’t really see ourselves. We don’t watch ourselves sleeping in bed, curled up and silent with chests rising and falling with our own rhythm. We don’t see ourselves reading a book, eyes fluttering and glowing. You don’t see yourself looking at someone with love and care inside your heart. There’s no mirror in your way when you’re laughing and smiling and happiness is leaking out of you. You would know exactly how bright and beautiful you are if you saw yourself in the moments where you are truly yourself.
Don’t be afraid to start over. It’s a chance to build something better this time.
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i thought of you, while in the shower
and i thought of how nice it’d be
to have your things among my things
along the bathtub’s edge
and i imagined myself running out of soap
and using yours
and wearing you to work, and the grocery store
and i imagined that night, laying down beside you
and smelling your neck
and finding out where all my soap had gone