A week ago I watched the Representation Project’s video on women in the media, and like everyone else it got me thinking about why our society has to condemn women by making every mistake or critique a reflection of appearance.
I’ve never, ever heard a girl say that she was worried she wasn’t smart enough. Compared to the amount of times a day I hear “does this make me look fat” or “oh no, we have to redo, I look fat” and “he’ll never go out with me I’m too fat,” it’s sickening.
When did “fat” become the worst thing we could call someone? And why did it hurt so incredibly much when someone said it to me?
It’s because it’s one of those things I worry about—that someone is going to write me off before knowing me, decide that because I’m not pretty enough that I don’t have anything important to say.
By society’s standards of what the perfect woman should look like, I don’t necessarily measure up. But you know what my greatest fear is? That I’ll die before I get to read all the good books in the world. Not that I’ll never be a Victoria Secret model, but that at some point, I’ll have to stop learning.
We are taught to walk scared late at night. We cradle our keys between our perfectly manicured fingers, walking gracefully like a baby antelope in a herd of lions. That our virginity defines our character. That I am a frigid bitch if I do not fuck him, and a dirty slut if I do.
My RFK shirt came today!!!!!
i just really need to know where i can get one of these
Kennedy brothers as teenagers in mid 30’s; John, Bobby, and Teddy
Bobby, Ted & John F. Kennedy x Kanye West
A baby otter’s first attempt at swimming and floating.