This morning I overheard a commercial on the radio for some kind of bodysculpt liposuction surgery. The sales pitch was based around “Make your body a work of art”
I felt sad that people actually believe that the only way their bodies are beautiful or “a work of art” is if they’re thin. As an artist myself, I felt appalled by this. How can anybody say that one’s body is more beautiful than another? We are all brought to this planet, made from our parents, or strangers, or whomever; these are our homes, the places we have to live in, and love, and deal with everyday. How could my size lead to me being anything less than a piece of art? Our size does not, and will not ever determine our beauty or worth. We are all beautiful, we have to remember this.
I played with a baby wallaroo this morning
ONLY IN ‘STRAYA MATES !
So, you could afford glasses, but not a shirt?
Well I can’t see without them so yeah I sort of have to wear glasses to function.
If I choose not to wear a shirt it’s because I feel like not wearing a shirt, not because I cannot afford it.
How about you reblog the thousands upon thousands of pornographic material with topless woman in it and ask them if they can afford clothes.
Oh wait, that wouldn’t be a problem would it, because a woman can only be topless if it’s in a sexual scenario.
Reblogging for her right onnn comment!
They’re flirting telepathically.