I don’t care who you are, so long as you possess the cuntmentality. I want you naked. I want you clothed. I want your stories. I want your differences. I want you just the way you are and I want you on this blog.
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What's the Cuntmentality anyway?
A few things first. You don’t have to own a cunt to have the Cuntmentality or even want one. Cunts exist all across the gender spectrum, and affect a wide variety of people. Though just a disclaimer, cis men should tread carefully here, I don't have time to hold your hand and break that down for you.
The Cuntmentality is raw power, derived from a sea of unlimited thoughts, experiences, opinions, fears, dreams, goals, and so forth. It is a call to remove genitals from gender, for cunts are not wed to only one dot in the entire Universe of Gender. It is an idea, an undying answer to those who are need of a safe space, of acceptance and acknowledgement of your pain or shared with others like you. It is the force that bashes back, that doesn't give in, that raises a fist against every oppressive force trying to drive you back into the cultural rot so you can degrade in ignorance and in false messages that claim you're unworthy or that who you are isn't good enough. This is you, this is me, this is every follower that I have in a collective of uncensored beauty that doesn't follow the direction label of the magazine rack. This is the be who the fuck you want to be so long as you're not hurting anyone else mentality. This is the stand up for the people around you mentality. The fuck you I'm queer mentality. The I don't always love myself but today I might mentality. The I'm fucking fabulous mentality. This is the change in perception, the challenge of social norms that dictate how you think, and breathe, the acknowledgment of institutional oppression and every voice that has had the courage to speak up about it, mentality.
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My friend made a comment that really bothered me, that my sister was so skinny that she was far from being a ‘real woman’.
Because ‘real women’ have curves.
Now my friend is not tiny, so I asked her if Jamie said that she [my friend] was too big to be considered a real woman, would she be offended? She said yes, said it was obvious, then said that it was a completely different thing.
NO IT’S NOT.
I know for a fact my sister would love to be a curvy girl, but she wasn’t built that way, and she will never have big boobs or an ass or hips, and frankly, she is still beautiful and she is a still a ‘real woman.’
I hate that, people think that just because girls are skinny it’s ok to make negative comments about their body. They think it’s ok to call them anorexic or bulimic or tell them to eat a sandwich, etc. etc. It’s not.
It’s not ok to make negative comments about anyone else’s body, we all have our issues. We’re all aware of our bodies and it does still hurt to hear things like that, no matter what size or shape you are. Stop it. Just stop it.
Nobody wants to hear they are too fat or too thin or too short or too tall or whatever. Just get over it, all of our bodies are different, and that doesn’t make you any more or less of a woman.
So what is your ‘friend’ implying? She’s a fake woman?
Even more so, who is she the one to judge what constitutes as a ‘real woman’? Where is she getting her definition from exactly? Who says it’s right to define a woman by the curves she lacks, or has, her organs, her hair, or any other small detail that has nothing to do with her cuntmentality? Women cannot be defined. What makes up a woman is her own individual thoughts, experiences, life, and so many other beautiful things. We come with too many talents, too many flaws, imperfections, sizes and shapes to cluster our beauty in one single definition.
I hate when someone puts real in front of woman. No shit we’re real! This isn’t a fantasy, we live in reality. And in this real world, you’ll find so many different types of women it’ll blow your mind just thinking about it. I’m sure that your sister is fine just the way she is, and all the woman anyone will need. Your sister is very lucky to have you, not a lot of people would challenge what their friend might say, even if it’s about a loved one or they know it’s wrong.