"If there was one thing I could save from the fire,
he said, the broken arms of the sycamore,
the eucalyptus still trying to climb out of the yard -
your breath on my neck like a music that holds
my hands down, kisses as they burn their way
along my spine -or rain, our bodies wet,
clothes clinging arm to elbow, clothes clinging
nipple to groin - I'll be right here. I'm waiting." -- Richard Siken, Saying Your Names
What to expect: poetry, tattoos, photos, quotes, TV, films, FA/HAES, feminism. For more deets, check the tags or just ask. My feminist rants are housed at femignome.
[…] weight loss is never simply about eating less and dropping pounds, and anyone who says different either has no relevant experience on the matter or is living a life of extraordinary privilege. It is about pressure, about negotiating the boundaries of what we want and want other people want for us. It is about the constant coercion to just do it, just lose weight, because culture and people we know and people we don’t all say we should, and everyone just knows that, and your individual experience and mine, and what you want and what I want, and what you know and what I know — none of it matters in the rush to fit a standardized ideal.
Lesley Kinzel @ Fatshionista