The picture of me was supposed to be a picture of me and my mom but upon looking at herself on the screen she said “Ugh look at how fat I look. I don’t want to take a picture”.
Which sucks because shes really beautiful.
Her and millions of other women like her don’t have Tumblrs.
They aren’t apart of this glorious little world we’ve created that coddles our emotions and rocks us gently to sleep in its fat arms while singing lullabies about self confidence and bacon.
They don’t have an online following that attacks every douche who makes fun of their double chins and belly rolls.
When I see posts that pick apart the body positive movement by focusing on
healthy vs unhealthy
fat privilege vs thin privilege
fetishizing fat bodies
who gets to be body positive and who doesn’t
poc fatties vs white fatties
and every other argument that makes people forget the core reason for the movement I get a little pissed off.
To some people these may be valid and important issues within the movement but for some reason I can’t concentrate on not having enough fat, black, queer, trans, blah blah blah blah representation on a blog when I can’t even get my mother to love looking at herself.