There goes my conscientious objection to buying women’s magazines

Girl, get it. GET IT.

Though… Fuck me, now I have to buy Cosmopolitan.

Ashley Graham: “I’m Giving Curvy Women a Seat at the Table”AG.jpg

Graham Slams

I know I’m basically obsessed with Ashley Graham at this point, but… but…

C’mon, y’all, godDAMN.

Notes to self:
— Obtain first bikini
— Go to beach


“Hide your crazy and start actin’ like a lady…”

I am obsessed with this song — it’s my new Sassy Strut/car singing/Pull Yourself Together song. In addition:

a) Miranda Lambert looks better unkempt than I do when I bring my capital-A game. I need more eye makeup, like, immediately.

b) I’m pretty sure I’ve HAD this conversation with my mother.

c) You can write it off because it’s country music, but it’s a bawdy, curvy, big-haired blonde sangin’ ’bout drankin’, and that there is some of my favorite comfort music. (For obvious reasons.) This song is the twangy, guitar-driven equivalent of “Conceal, don’t feel” — Miranda Lambert is basically Elsa, and you KNOW that movie would’ve been way better with whiskey and pills.

Who run the world? GIRLS.

Finally a GOOD story about a women’s magazine! I’m glad I subscribe to this one.

High five, Women’s Running! #WhoRunTheWorld? #GIRLS

Women’s Running praised for curvy cover model: ‘Runners come in all shapes and sizes’ 

Hey, humanity? We can stop this any time.

It makes me sad to see things like this on Facebook.
Sure, I’m curvy. (And the ride? EPIC.) But thin girls are also beautiful, and they shouldn’t be made to feel bad for NOT having “curves” any more than I should be made to feel bad about having them. I don’t need to insult other women’s bodies to feel better about mine.

I understand it’s meant to be funny and “empowering” and that curvy girls get a lot of media grief. But imagine if this message were reversed to favor thin girls: “A woman with curves is like a winding road: a tremendous hassle to navigate and you’re exhausted and irritated when you arrive at your destination.”

Stop hating, ladies. We’re fine, OK? Different strokes, etc.

(I won’t even get into — heh — how this sort of reduces an entire woman to the quickness with which someone can penetrate her.)