1. callingoutbigotry:

    shout-out to all the amazing fat women and nonbinary people who wear whatever the fuck they want and don’t give a shit what other people think

    but also

    shout-out to all the amazing fat women and nonbinary ppl who aren’t able to wear whatever the fuck they want and who do give a shit what other people think

    they are equally deserving of respect and love and admiration and happiness and attention (if they want it) and they are equally awesome

    (Source: official-mens-frights-activist, via fatgirldangerous)


  2. "

    By letting go of dieting, I free up mental and emotional room. I have more space, I can move.

    The pursuit of another, elusive body, the body someone else says I should have, is a terrible distraction, a side-tracking that might have lasted my whole life long. By letting myself go, I go places.

    — ~Sallie Tisdale, originally printed in Harper’s Magazine, March 1993. Full text here. (via loniemc)

    (via fatgirldangerous)

  3. elliottkira:

    Self portrait with Harley. June 2014. 

    More drawings soon! I’ve been distracted by this little bundle of crazy. 


  4. francesbabyhouseman:

    we can put a man on the moon but you can’t make clothes in a size larger than L 

    (via wtfplus)

  5. horrorproportions:


    The 12 Good Fatty Archetypes —

    I’ve just completed a comic blog post about the 12 ‘Good Fatty’ Archetypes. It’s a critical examination of how ‘good’ behavior becomes problematic when it’s used to justify a bid for social legitimacy. Click through to read the full post! http://stacybias.net/2014/06/12-good-fatty-archetypes/

    This should have about ten million notes.

    (via fuckyeahhardfemme)

  6. kiraelliottphotography:

    Self portraits - a study in resting bitchface.

    Some photos of myself (and one of my cats) from November of last year. 

    More drawings coming soon! 

    (Source: elliottkira)

  7. TW: discussion of eating disorder

    December 2013 

    During my last hiatus from working on this project, I struggled more with my body image than I have for a very long time. Getting injured again — right ankle, what the fuck? Apparently each time I decide that I’m going to train for a particular race 10 - 15 weeks away, my body conspires against me and bam! injury after injury, or massive blood blisters, ew — and not being able to run or hike or do much else particularly active, coupled with me taking time off from a project that’s supposed to be about promoting my own body love and acceptance as well as dealing with some, erm, challenging personal issues, put me in a vulnerable place for bad body thoughts. 
    For the first time I seriously considered thinning myself down in my drawings. Just a few less curves here, a little less of a double chin there, or, the most tempting, no boobs at all, like magic! No surgery required! I’d taken a break from drawing — it’s completely conceivable that I could have lost, oh, 50lbs in boobs and body fat in a month or so, right?
    No. No, that is not possible, and wanting it to be so isn’t helpful to me either. That was the reality check I needed — figuring out how to make no boobs at all happen is a subject best left between me and my doctor, not my drawing pad, so I’ve decided to start adding photos of myself as well as drawings, as evidenced by the photo above. 
    • tuxedo jacket, thrifted, 2002
    • flannel shirt, Target, 2013
    • grey pants, Old Navy, 2012
    assessment: dapper queer
  8. March, 2014

    in/out: dinner at Rudy’s Can’t Fail Cafe, standing on one leg to relieve the monotony of drawing myself in the same damn pose each time.

    • scarf, Sevilla, Spain, 2004.
    • red v-neck shirt, American Apparel, 2012.
    • black jeans, Old Navy, 2013. 
    • turquoise earrings, Old Navy, 2013. 
    • vintage jean jacket, gift, 1990’s.

    I saw the date of this photo and thought to myself, “Oh, March, that was last week,” which I feel like tells you more about where I’m at right now than anything else.

    Well, that, and this incident described in this post: I took a longer-than-anticipated pause from working on this project because I’m still struggling with what it means to be constantly misread as female and femme despite my best sartorial efforts. It didn’t seem particularly productive to draw the same outfit & the same conclusion over and over again: I love this outfit, but I hate my body in it because it gets read incorrectly, and I don’t know how to fix that. I still don’t know how to fix it without T or another eating disorder, and while T isn’t off the table for me (I’ve found Netrois.me's charting of their FTN transition particularly useful in helping me clarify some of my thoughts & feelings about transitioning; this post is particularly helpful), I’d rather / also find a way to challenge our issues with accepting fat androgyny. 

    This amazing piece on Autostraddle by Allie Shyer says it much better than I can: 

    "I do not know why fatness flattens gender expression, but I think it has to do with the predetermined expectations of bodies. Culturally, we understand androgyny to be the ability to shift between gender expressions with a facility that highlights their outlandishness, and sometimes their closeness to each other. Learning to embrace the hyperbole of my own body has liberated my gender expression, but also made it more difficult for others to understand. There is little precedent for fat androgyny. Generally our androgynous icons are svelte and lacking in secondary sex characteristics. David Bowie, Tilda Swinton, Katherine Hepburn; these small-bodied, predominately white figures of androgyny have created an aesthetic with little room for deviation. This means that for those of us with bodies that do not conform to traditional standards of androgyny, we are often misread and misunderstood, even in queer spaces. Every day I struggle to present my fat queer body in a way that is intentional and binary-defiant. Sometimes this means I don’t get what I want, Sometimes this means I am misunderstood, sometimes this means I am put into situations that make me feel uncomfortable and challenged. I try to embrace all of these instances for their learning and teaching value."

    So, that’s where I’m at right now, hi. 

    butch/femme: neither & both


  9. datingdisastersofaqueergirl:

    I wanna take a second out of my busy Supernatural marathon/cat cuddling/black berry eating self care day to talk about something that is becoming increasingly more frustrating to me.

    Tumblr, I’m gonna need you to stop posting pictures/drawings of the same type…


  10. nap-city:


    stop being concerned about whether every body you see is aesthetically pleasing to you

    #people are not decorations for ya life

    (via fatgirldangerous)


  12. scarlettentacle:



    We have, as a society, such a completely disordered, distorted perception of female bodies that the vast majority of people are incapable of recognising what “overweight” actually looks like on a woman, let alone “healthy”. As such, we’re now at a point where women are not only…

    This is incredibly on point, especially w/r/t the absurdity of widespread adoption of BMI as a measure or indicator of health. 

    (Source: fozmeadows.wordpress.com, via kirascarletscarletkira)

  13. Love isn’t a state of perfect caring. It is an active noun like struggle. To love someone is to strive to accept that person exactly the way he or she is, right here and now. 

    - Fred Rogers

    I’ve been thinking a lot about this quote in the context of self-love and body acceptance — by reframing body acceptance and self-love as active verbs, not magical be-all, end-all enlightened states to be arrived at, loving myself becomes something I can do now, not something to aspire to in an indefinite future or I’ll be able to achieve in time.  

  14. February 2014

    in/out: working at home

    • scarf, Sevilla, Spain, 2004.
    • red flannel shirt, thrifted, 2013.
    • black jeans, Old Navy, 2013. 
    • turquoise earrings, Old Navy, 2013. 
    • grey converse, Zappos, 2008.
    • Magnus, catshion accessory, scrowling since ???

    assessment: fashionably bedecked in cat-cessories, the latest in genderfluid fashion trends.