gabriellabowden:

oh man yeah girls are so nuts imagine being raised in a society that demands thinness of you, expects it of you. ribcages assaulting you from every billboard, endless legs and gangly arms and doe eyed models peering out at you from every magazine page, all telling you that you aren’t right as you are, that you don’t fit, that you aren’t small enough or delicate enough to be wanted or accepted, that you are too plump and messy and unkempt to ever be loved or to love yourself. ask yourself how a young girl is meant to navigate this world, how she is meant to survive when every piece of media thrust at her is subliminally, or at times overtly, telling her that things would fall into place if she was smaller, more streamlined, more childlike. would you blame her for dieting? would you blame her for getting ill in the pursuit of something so unattainable? and after years of this fluctuation, succumbing to these ideals, then rejecting them, then succumbing again, can you understand the exhaustion and the fear that surrounds weight and food? something meant for fuel, turned into something to be feared because the threat still hangs so heavy, saying if you become larger, you will lose your worth. and you have the gall to call this dumb when you, presumably a male, play a part in this cycle, feeling at ease to police women on their appearance, deem us too fat, too thin, not enough ass, too much stomach, making it clear that our bodies are what dictates our worth, that our fuckability directly correlates with our right to exist. but then when we voice our insecurities about our bodies, the bodies you pick at and prod and so loudly shame and exalt at your leisure, you call us self obsessed, vapid, boring. when you’ve finally finished critiquing and objectifying, you get to sit back, awestruck, at how dumb and shallow women are for caring and being affected so deeply by this toxic culture that you play an instrumental role in. absolutely, profoundly bugger off.