|—||George Orwell, 1984 (via wuthering-heights)|
|—||Michelle Hodkin, The Evolution of Mara Dyer (via sanity-has-left-us-all-blind)|
|—||“Half of a Yellow Sun”, Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (via alighthouseofwords)|
|—||Camille, Le Mépris. (via ombres-folles)|
The Evolution of Mara Dyer (Mara Dyer #2) - Michelle Hodkin(via effyeahyoungadultlit)
I realized that the pressure I felt to take the diet pills, exercise until I passed out, go tanning, wear expensive clothes, it was pressure from sources who didn’t care about me. Does Jenny Craig REALLY care if I lose 10lbs in 10 days? No. They just want me to sign up for their program so they make money off me. Does Nair REALLY care if my legs are prepared for short shorts? Of course not! They just want more money for expensive gimmicky advertising.
So why did I let corporations, companies, media, decide my self worth?
I couldn’t answer that question, and THAT’S when I stopped. I unplugged myself from the so-called ‘Matrix’, from media influence, from anyone who thought they knew what was best for me without knowing a damn thin about me.
I receive hate every single day for the way my body looks. Stares, jeers, comments, looks of disgust. And those same looks that would have been the end of me years ago don’t faze me anymore. If anything, I just pity those people. Pity them for the fact that THEY let other people control their idea of ‘beauty’.
Negative experience = because of your fat
Positive experience = in spite of your fat
Also: this is a fab post, but don’t read the comments. I cried.
|—||Chelsea Handler on Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan (via stonemed)|