Real women have curves” was a marketing slogan thought up to sell people overpriced, ill-fitting pants. It does NOT promote body positivity – it only perpetuates body policing by turning the tables on people who don’t fit into yet another arbitrary ideal.
The job is to BUST THE FUCKING PARADIGM APART, not shift it a little bit toward the fat side. The job is to remind people, bodies are not public property and your opinion about an individual’s body is only an opinion, not a valid judgment of their worth as a human being. The JOB is to destroy systemic oppression of nonconforming, rebellious bodies no matter what those bodies look like.
TOO PERFECT, TOO PERFECT, TEARS OF WANT.
Stomach hurts from sucking up syrup stick to throat coat me in chocolate and break me open when the easter bunny forgets to hide the eggs kind of lust.
The sky will drop one day, quarter sized wishes breaking windows and shattering teeth. We will wonder why we spent so much time gazing into wells, waiting for the plunk plunk plunk. Waiting for that feeling that will for a moment, only a moment, make us feel that hope is not something left behind in childhood. Maybe there is something more to dirty metal and tepid water. So busy staring past the bricks and mortar, that we won’t notice the sky until we bleed blue.