Bits and bobs from a British glasses-wearing, sweary, fat, disabled, atheist ex-Catholic, anti-capitalist, pacifist feminist lesbian with eclectic tastes.

I normally blog at incurable-hippie.blogspot.com.

megadelicious:

rachelecateyes:

So, rock that double chin! Let it be part of your face and treat it like the adorable accessory that it is. Say goodbye to those chin-hiding ninja moves! Your chin is fucking awesome in all it’s glory and power. Triple chins, hairy chins, scarred chins, pointy, round and no-chins! (via The Nearsighted Owl: Double Chins Are Fierce)

This makes me want to cry. I love body acceptance. It’s so fucking important to me. It keeps me sane and on this planet.

megadelicious:

rachelecateyes:

So, rock that double chin! Let it be part of your face and treat it like the adorable accessory that it is. Say goodbye to those chin-hiding ninja moves! Your chin is fucking awesome in all it’s glory and power. Triple chins, hairy chins, scarred chins, pointy, round and no-chins! (via The Nearsighted Owl: Double Chins Are Fierce)

This makes me want to cry. I love body acceptance. It’s so fucking important to me. It keeps me sane and on this planet.

Labeling women as “crazy” is a way of controlling them. It may not be something planned or pre-meditated, but the ease with which men call women “crazy” says a lot about them. Calling a woman “crazy” is a quick and easy shut-down to any discussion. Once the “crazy” card has been pulled out, women are now put on the defensive: the onus is no longer on the man to address her concerns or her issue, it’s on her to justify her behavior, to prove that she is not, in fact, crazy or irrational. Men don’t even have to provide any sort of argument back – it’s a classic catch-22; “the fact that you don’t even see that you’re acting crazy is just proof that it’s crazy.”

p0kemina:

builttobulk:

secretlyybroken:

Weight should be like virginity.
Once you lose it you can’t get it back.

Ohhhh. I thought you were gonna say “Weight should be like virginity: a societal ideal by which we shouldn’t measure our personal worth.”

B A M

projectunbreakable:

Submissions from projectunbreakablesubmissions@gmail.com.

After learning my flight was detained 4 hours,
I heard the announcement:
If anyone in the vicinity of gate 4-A understands any Arabic,
Please come to the gate immediately.

Well—one pauses these days. Gate 4-A was my own gate. I went there.
An older woman in full traditional Palestinian dress,
Just like my grandma wore, was crumpled to the floor, wailing loudly.
Help, said the flight service person. Talk to her. What is her
Problem? we told her the flight was going to be four hours late and she
Did this.

I put my arm around her and spoke to her haltingly.
Shu dow-a, shu- biduck habibti, stani stani schway, min fadlick,
Sho bit se-wee?

The minute she heard any words she knew—however poorly used—
She stopped crying.

She thought our flight had been canceled entirely.
She needed to be in El Paso for some major medical treatment the
Following day. I said no, no, we’re fine, you’ll get there, just late,

Who is picking you up? Let’s call him and tell him.
We called her son and I spoke with him in English.
I told him I would stay with his mother till we got on the plane and
Would ride next to her—Southwest.

She talked to him. Then we called her other sons just for the fun of it.

Then we called my dad and he and she spoke for a while in Arabic and
Found out of course they had ten shared friends.

Then I thought just for the heck of it why not call some Palestinian
Poets I know and let them chat with her. This all took up about 2 hours.

She was laughing a lot by then. Telling about her life. Answering
Questions.

She had pulled a sack of homemade mamool cookies—little powdered
Sugar crumbly mounds stuffed with dates and nuts—out of her bag—
And was offering them to all the women at the gate.

To my amazement, not a single woman declined one. It was like a
Sacrament. The traveler from Argentina, the traveler from California,
The lovely woman from Laredo—we were all covered with the same
Powdered sugar. And smiling. There are no better cookies.

And then the airline broke out the free beverages from huge coolers—
Non-alcoholic—and the two little girls for our flight, one African
American, one Mexican American—ran around serving us all apple juice
And lemonade and they were covered with powdered sugar too.

And I noticed my new best friend—by now we were holding hands—
Had a potted plant poking out of her bag, some medicinal thing,

With green furry leaves. Such an old country traveling tradition. Always
Carry a plant. Always stay rooted to somewhere.

And I looked around that gate of late and weary ones and thought,
This is the world I want to live in. The shared world.

Not a single person in this gate—once the crying of confusion stopped
—has seemed apprehensive about any other person.

They took the cookies. I wanted to hug all those other women too.
This can still happen anywhere.

Not everything is lost.

Naomi Shihab Nye (b. 1952), “Wandering Around an Albuquerque Airport Terminal.” I think this poem may be making the rounds, this week, but that’s as it should be.  (via oliviacirce)

rorymouse:


1926

I’m afraid I’m LOVING all this queer vintage stuff. There may be quite a few of these on here before long.

rorymouse:

1926

I’m afraid I’m LOVING all this queer vintage stuff. There may be quite a few of these on here before long.

(Source: actionbird)

Faded Disney (from @incurablehippie on Streamzoo)

Faded Disney (from @incurablehippie on Streamzoo)

oliviarrrr:

so about an hour ago my mum came running into my bedroom and told me to look at my window. naturally, i tweeted the scene:

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secret-thinker:

Bloody fabulous.

secret-thinker:

Bloody fabulous.

(Source: chocolatelovesme5)

fat-grrrl-activism:


Sharon Rooney, star of My Mad Fat Diary, has a facebook page (and is also on twitter: @sharonrooney!)

fat-grrrl-activism:

Sharon Rooney, star of My Mad Fat Diary, has a facebook page (and is also on twitter: @sharonrooney!)

lipsticklezzie:

grrrl power.

lipsticklezzie:

grrrl power.