There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Real women have uterus's, unless they don’t, see above.
Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions. Real women start their lives as baby girls. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. Real women do not look like just one thing. (unfortunately, I'm not really down with vag shots, but anything else is completely acceptable!)Įxcuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better. So, that's why I'm here, to help you beautiful people, showcase some awesome fashion, and to show my support, and appreciation for pretty fat chicks everywhere.
#FAT TUMBLR GIRL PLUS#
I'm a 23 year experienced fat chick so, don't be shy! Let me know if you have questions, or any problems whatsoever! From plus size fashion, to bullies, to just straight up hating my ust me, I've been through it all. Every one of us deserves that right, no matter what she looks like. However, in my corner of the internet, we're going to be focusing on the ones who have just a little bit more to offer, because here, "fat" isn't a bad thing, and beauty isn't just what we see when we look in the mirror, but about loving and accepting every part of ourselves as the beautiful women that we are. We may be overweight, but we're still beautiful.
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