You asked: Favorite way to deliver a love confession?
I answer: The best time a first “I love you” tumbled out of my gaping maw—- I was drunk and eating pizza, but most of all—I meant it so fucking much I had to say it, I had to say it now, I had to say it with marinara sauce on my teeth.
“If you are a white woman and you want to call yourself a feminist, you must acknowledge that your whiteness affords you a privilege that shields you from a lot. You must also acknowledge that you are afforded privileges that some men in this country do not have. Racism and sexism are tightly intertwined. You cannot fight one while ignoring the other.”—(via thecouscousqueen)
“Do you say that tree isn’t pretty cause it doesn’t look like that tree? We’re all trees. You’re a tree. I’m a tree. You’ve got to love your body, Eve. You’ve got to love your tree. Love your tree. (Leah)”—
Eve Ensler (on women’s body image)
[Pause from regularly scheduled fandom blogging for a mo to talk about something that is very important to me. This quote is not just about body acceptance but also about realizing that everyone’s body is just DIFFERENT, and that it’s neither bad, nor good. It just IS.
In this quote, Eve was actually quoting a woman from Africa, to whom she had asked, “What do you think of your body?” And the woman was extremely confused. She responded: “My arms are strong, I love my hands,” etc. The idea that a body had to be a certain thinness or a certain way aesthetically had never occurred toher.When Eve still didn’t seem to understand, she said this about trees— “see that tree? That tree is beautiful. What about that tree? It’s beautiful too. But just because the first tree doesn’t LOOK like the second tree, does that make it less beautiful? No. It’s still a beautiful tree.”
Your body is your tree. Love your tree for what it is.
I have struggled with an eating disorder for almost 14 years. I wish I had just learned to accept my “tree” for what it was long ago. I had never thought about the fact that spending this much time and energy hating it was NOT worth it.
I’m strong. I run marathons. I run triathlons. I sing. I dance. I feed my body. I don’t starve it anymore.
I don’t talk about this often, even to close friends. It’s hard. I know it is. But if anyone ever wants to talk to me about any of this, please do. I’m here.