The media doesn’t support a positive body image
because it’s not good for business.
They want us anxious and afraid
of seeing the numbers on a scale go up.
We’re not worth our weight in gold.
It’s what we don’t weigh
My first boyfriend, who panicked when I touched him
would say “I’m fat”
the way somebody says “I should have never been born.”
They want us spending our money
on designer jeans, instead of groceries,
on concealer and diet plans, instead of an education.
Please don’t starve yourself.
Believe me, I’ve tried
and your body will start to eat itself from the inside out and
if you let it
it’ll get to some valuable stuff.
they’ll only appreciate your body when it’s a corpse.
They won’t notice you
until there’s nothing to be noticed
they’ll mourn and wish for something
that is no longer
In the second grade, I learned that
When Ursula saw us, her red lips stretched really wide to show her perfect white teeth, but her eyes didn’t smile. My brother didn’t seem to notice. He chatted away to both of them about his favourite rides, but I didn't want to look up at her face after that. When my dad went to get change from a machine, I sat next to Ursula on the bench, looking at her pointy tanned knees. Mine looked almost see-through and were soft in comparison, sprinkled with freckles like the chocolate flecked foam on one of dad’s cappuccinos.The fairground music was tinny and loud. It reminded me of the Pink Elephants on Parade scene in Dumbo.
When dad returned, I tugged at my brother’s arm poi
I just see it as you trying to control me,
Trying to turn me into something I’m not.
It’s like you want me to be sad, depressed and lonely
And that is why you break and regulate everything I've got.
Can’t you see I am doing this for your own good?
That I am trying to protect from all what is bad out there.
If I didn't do it, I can guarantee you that nobody else would.
It was never my intention to turn your life into a living nightmare.
You’re not protecting me, you’re preventing me,
Stopping me from taking and making my own decisions.
Even before I say or do anything wrong, you’re correcting me
And that is why I go to all these places without your permission.
As long as you are under my roof, you will abide by my rules.
You cannot see it now but in the future you will thank me.
That means I want you to go to and come straight home from school.
Recently your attitude stinks, so think before you speak and get an
It's no surprise that feminism found me. As the last of his three daughters, my dad claimed me early. While Kristn was a distant being somewhere in the realm of college, and Claire had given up on athletics, my dad saw to it that I rode a bike, went hiking, and played sports, and I would damn sure love it. I kept my hair cut short. I mean, my name is Alex—it's not Alexa or Alexandra or Alexandria. My folks named me Alex, with Ann thrown in the middle in homage to the middle name shared with just about every woman on my mom's side. My dad even said once that I was the son he'd never had.
None of this makes me bitter. I was a weird kid, as everyone was a weird kid, and a tomboy. Of course I loved the Spice Girls and wore glitter eye shadow in the 5th grade but my knees were constantly scraped from s
Doctors had given Bridgett a clean bill of health, and life had continued on. No one had been able to explain the enormous growth spurt that had struck her just a couple of months before. She had grown a foot in a twenty-four hour period, most of that had happened inside of ten minutes at her birthday party.
Not having an explanation nagged at most of the people in her life. It did not nag or bother Bridgett in the least. She was happy, healthy and for the first time in her life she was perfectly normal. She was no longer undersized. She was still the shortest person in her class, and was far from the tallest but that didn’t matter. She was more popular than before as people no longer treated her like a little baby. She was at least close to the same height as most of those around her.
As far as life was concerned for Bridgett it would be hard to imagine it being any better. She had a crush who Debbie said that Elizabeth said,
leans against a hickory tree, waiting for luna moths with their eyespots like embroidery. her brain is wallowing in leaf-litter and her fluttering fingers makeshift wings are ligaments and bone, not tissue-light not tissue-soft. she feels inadequate.
eclosion is her favorite verb; she looks down at her ill-fitting skin and thinks of moulting and shed cocoons as synonyms of comfort.
By the time I was nine, all the other dragons in my class had mastered their wings, and the air-hockey teams had been form
She isn’t fat, not really – just a little chunky or chubby or maybe pleasantly plump.
Not fat, but she has a beautiful little tummy, the result of so much delicious bread and the hormonal ravages of puberty which will always play wonderfully fun tricks on the bodies of young people. She has just turned 22, so puberty is behind her as are the days when she had a flat stomach. No more of that. At least not without dieting and exercise.
And she had grown a bit too lazy for exercise. And dieting meant she could not indulge her appetites for delicious foods.
The sand slips through the hourglass, and ahead of her, who knew what wonders await! Perhaps even more of a tummy from love, from comfort, from loss of love, from marriage, from pregnancy, from grief, from aging, from the gluttony of life itself.
Her alluring figure is like an hourglass where the middle bulges out just a bit too much. Her
The sound of footsteps made her jerk around, brown strands of hair stinging her eyes as she spun, another string of tears falling down her cheek. The figure pressed a cloth against her face before she could speak, delicate silk whipping away the tears before they had a chance to drip. It stayed there when she cried harder, soaking them up as her chest heave; the bra hurt. She hated it. She hated having it squash against her breasts, hated the constant reminder that she had breasts, hated the even greater reminder she got when they swung because she wasn't wearing a bra at all. She was wearing a blouse and skirt because her clothes wouldn't stay o