I wonder why they didn’t just tell us?
This is very important. This whole dialogue is very important. Because it shows how messed up our society is and how the standards of it intoxicate our thoughts. Here you have Izzy is ashamed of her body and how she didn’t look perfect as Chloe. And then you have Rae who thinks Izzy is perfect. You always think you’re never good enough, you are never pretty enough, you are never skinny enough, you are never enough. But if you could just for a moment to see yourself from the people who loved you eyes, you would understand you are perfect just the way you are and you are worth.
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im calling the fucking cops
i have obama on the phone
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"He loves me, he loves me not….he loves me"
This is a piece I did for my thesis and zine, titled Love Thy Self. It is a series of sketches for my body-positive zine and this is the centerfold. It was not meant to be a portrait of my boyfriend and I but I realized when I was finished sketching it, that it was us. I am very proud of this. Not because it’s the best drawing or painting that I’ve done, but it made me realize something that I didn’t know I was repressing. My boyfriend is thin and athletic and I’m the complete opposite. When we first starting dating, I was in constant fear that he would be grossed out by my body and dump me. I dreaded the day when and if he would ever see me without clothes on. I figured he would really be disgusted by me then. But he wasn’t and he isn’t. I find that even now that we are an official couple, I still fear that he doesn’t like the way I look. I know he does or else he wouldn’t be with me. I know he loves me for who I am and how I look. He has inspired me to create, work hard, and live life with no regrets. That’s something I’m working on, but being with him makes life so much better.
Sorry for the lengthy details. Here’s the official statement for the painting for when I was going to submit it to an upcoming show at school:
"For a long time, most of my life, I’ve been insecure about my weight. So I decided that for my thesis, I would do a body-positive theme. It is not only therapeutic for me, but I hope it is for others as well. This piece is part of my thesis and was inspired by my boyfriend. When we first started to date, I was always nervous that he would dump me because of my weight. I was nervous because he’s thin and athletic and I’m the complete opposite. I know that he doesn’t care about that and I know he think I’m beautiful but even to this day I still get scared. This piece was not meant to be a portrait of he and I but when I finished the sketch I realized that this was one of the first moments when I knew my weight didn’t matter to him. It was just a simple thing but it had an impact. He loves me and I couldn’t be happier. He inspires me and my work always has a bit of him in it. When I doubt myself and the way I look, he helps me through it.”
I want a Patrick in my life
Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”
It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.
And I got angry.
Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”
Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)
If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.
Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:
I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.
I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.
I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.
I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.
I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.
I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.
I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.
In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:
Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.
Your eternally interested guy,
This post is, of course, dedicated to my daughter, my Cutie-Pie. But I also want to dedicate it beyond her.
I wrote it for my wife, who has courageously held on to her sense of worth and has always held me accountable to being that kind of “boy.”
I wrote it for every grown woman I have met inside and outside of my therapy office—the women who have never known this voice of a Daddy.
And I wrote it for the generation of boys-becoming-men who need to be reminded of what is really important—my little girl finding a loving, lifelong companion is dependent upon at least one of you figuring this out. I’m praying for you.
— Dr. Kelly Flanagan
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Because you’re right
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