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1 month ago | 71,144 notes

anarchistmom:

I love sex, and I want lots of hot, sweaty sex. I’m definitely a slut!
the-altar:

I’m a slutty motherfucker.

7 months ago | 15,585 notes

fuks:

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1 month ago | 2,300 notes

stophatingyourbody:

In history class, we are taught about the corset. The restricting, body contorting undergarment women wore in 1800’s to 1900’s to give themselves Barbie proportions to get a husband so they could pop out a few babies, get tuberculosis and die. Lovely.
We are also taught about foot binding, where in ancient China upper-class women (predominantly princesses and the elite) would wrap their feet during childhood in order to stunt their growth, because men found small feet attractive and desirable. These women were then unable to walk, and had to be carried around by gigantic men. I would include a picture, but I’m sure most of your teachers have pulled up some pictures of this during your World History Class. If you haven’t, quick, right now; open up a new tab and google dat shit. It’s nasty.
But today, we have nothing of the sort! We are liberated, we are free, we are women who are at peace with our role in society………..

…….wait, what the fuck is this?
Now you know, of course, that the brief history lesson I just gave is referring to women’s new best friend. That’s right, the bombshell, the wonderbra, or as Chris Rock calls it “The visual lie.”
All of us girls have rocked one of these of some point, whether it was for a dance, important date, or even a job interview. But let’s be real; are these things comfortable? No. Do they make your boobs look unreal? Yes. But have any of you think about what you’re doing to yourself when you get dressed in the morning and hoist those puppies up?
Two years ago in sophomore year, I lost a considerable amount of weight. But the thing was I was only 130 pounds to begin with! I constantly complained about my body, cried about my stretch marks and prayed for an answer. God, I was such an idiot.
I lost 20 pounds from the end of 2009 to the beginning of 2010, and the first thing to go was the twins. Goodbye c- cups, hello b- cups. And for some reason, instead of being satisfied with the body I had hoped for, I was even more depressed. I started drinking and doing speedy drugs heavily that summer, and did stupid things to make myself feel desirable.
I am, by no means whatsoever, a busty woman. I read so many posts from luscious, beautiful women on this website. I want to reach out to them and tell them how lucky they are for their curves, and not to take them for granted. For a long period of time I felt worthless because I didn’t feel like a real woman; I was a boobless freak, and despite what anybody said to me I wouldn’t listen.
   I’ve done a lot of growing up within the past year, with the help of my boyfriend, friends, and pure maturity when it comes to how I treat my body. I stopped making myself take pills to keep down my weight; my fears of regaining baby fat and the fear of forever being a boobless freak no longer contradicted themselves.
And most importantly, I have stopped considering getting fake boobs as a result to my self-esteem problems!! Ladies here’s the truth; saying that you’ll be happy with yourself after losing those last 5 pounds is a flat out lie. Change needs to come from the inside out, and the most important part of self-acceptance is realizing that there is absolutely nothing wrong with you.
So here are a few womanly commandments I need to share with all of you reading this.
First off, to all us ladies who aren’t rocking double ds:
-      Thou shall not think thou has small boobs. Thou shall not get fake boobs because they are an item made up by men for men, that fool women into thinking men only like that kind of girl. Guys ( and I know this for a fact) will love you for you, and by love I mean absolutely worship.
-      Thou shall not wear push up bras, because they too were invented by men in order to make girls feel inadequate. By wearing these, thou art degrading themselves by saying “My boobs aren’t big enough in this tee shirt, therefore I need to push them in your face to feel better about myself.
And to all you ladies who don’t appreciate your curves:
-      You and your body are absolutely stunning. Be grateful for that voluptuous, womanly body that God gave you, and don’t say bad things about it to Her. You are lucky in a way that you might never understand, but just know that you are beautiful, graceful, and feminine in a way that I might never feel.

I’m trying to start a movement here. The anti- push up bra, breast augmentation movement. One were us girls start to take back our bodies, stop hating ourselves, and stop wearing uncomfortable underwear because some stupid commercial says you should. Your boobs are your boobs, and no guy or girl should dictate what you do with them and how you look. Every time you feel ashamed of your breast size, you are being ashamed of every girl with that very same breast size. Push up bras jut make all us girls feel like we are never good enough, and we should be ashamed if we don’t have ginormous disproportionate boobs. It’s ridiculous! I know every girl needs her crutch, and I know a few girls who would never step foot out of their house without their miracle working bra. But this needs to stop or else we will never be happy with ourselves.
As I look into the future, I hope to see one where all girls know that double D or double A, we all know that boobs are boobs; and having boobs is totally awesome.
Viva La Vulva!
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

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6 months ago | 83,554 notes

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