“Many men and women consider very muscular women to be ‘gross’ or ‘unappealing’… That stigma is why it’s so shocking to see Abbou in a cosmetics ad: she’s styled and photographed in a way that glamourizes her and highlights her beauty and her femininity, but the ad also does not camouflage or attempt to minimize her incredible body.”
This is probably my favorite ad ever. Like, you have no idea.
Bare | Mel C. | Visual Knock Outs Photography
I have had to familiarize myself with the brown body. It’s strange. I remember this time during my first semester in college when I woke up in the morning and one of the guys across the hall, black like me, had just woken up and was fighting off sleep. I was surprised to find that his lips and eyes were swollen just the way mine get swollen first thing in the morning.
The first time I saw a black person outside of my family naked was also surprising. We were hooking up, and there were all these pores and scars and tones that… I know it sounds dumb, but I couldn’t believe that these were normal to black people, not just something weird about the way my skin worked. That first time was an awakening. Everything was weighted in a way that my partner probably couldn’t understand. That was also the first time I had ever been naked with someone else. And I felt myself spiritually relax in a way that I’d never experienced before. I didn’t realize how alien a lifetime of being separate from people that looked like me was making me to my own body. I was realizing that, apart from my insecurities with my weight, I had this overall lack of understanding about what my body was.
It was different, too, because I experienced thinking of my body in positive terms- not un-pretty for not being something that I was not, but pretty for some of the things it was. I had quietly held my whole body as something to be worked around, my entire life.
It was weird, the first time I realized that the color of my skin could be a positive to someone.
It has taken me a long time to teach myself how brown is beautiful. I’m still learning. Tumblr helps. My sister and her friend have really helped. I feel so much hope for the future.
- Reblogged from lickmedownslapmearound
Anyone who tells me that my double chin, jelly belly, thunder thighs, stretch marked body, can’t wear horizontal stripes is clearly wrong. Don’t feel the need to flatter people with what you wear or do, period. If you like your crop top that shows your belly: wear it. If you like your pencil skirt that shows your vbo: wear it. No one should have to walk around, spending their days wondering what is appropriate to other people. People will knit-pick everything about you. They’ll find a reason to snicker behind your back regardless of what you do, or what you wear. So why not wear things that empower you? That make you feel beautiful? That make you feel attractive, or sexy? Do things for yourself. Love yourself. And realize that your body is the most beautiful thing. It’s resilient. It overcomes. It brings you pleasure, joy, happiness. It mends. It scars. It struggles. It lives. It’s completely and utterly amazing. Never allow someone else to ever make you feel badly about it. You don’t owe your attractiveness to anyone but yourself
Loving this manifesto and confidence.
- Reblogged from fuckyeahchubbygirls