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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.
The world is unbalanced my friends. We have been lied to on countless occasions. Just know that here, you are never alone and that if you ever need it, I'm never too far. My ask is always open and you're more than welcome to add me on my messenger accounts.
Love,
Taylor
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Pictures of fat bodies help to normalize fat bodies.
[Trigger: Fat shaming in OP’s post]Apparently there is a “fat fashion” tag on tumblr.
Yeah, I know, just so many politically incorrect parts of that sentence.
Anyway, being a girl who likes people to look good, I’m gonna send a few tips, because some things I saw just weren’t something I advise people to emulate. Ever. Whether you are a skinny chick or a chunky chick.
For heavier people, you want to look like your stomach just disappeared. There are a few easy rules to follow, that usually, if not always, are something you should do.
- Never wear a tight waist! I know, it sounds counteractive, right? Wrong, if you wear something tight on the waist, you get the muffin tops, rolls, and the chunk. You always want to look smooth, and trust me, the moment anyone see a roll, you go from plus sized beauty to chunky fashion mistake.
- Flimsy cloth is a NO-NO. You want to get a thicker cloth, because it will act as a smoother, and when your smooth, everyone sees hips and boobs, not stomachs.
- NO BELTS ON WAIST. EVER. I’ve seen so many beautiful sweater shirts, dresses, and regular shirts ruined because you can tell the belt they’re wearing CUTS INTO THEM. It looks wrong and makes poof. YOU DON’T WANT POOF.
- No pencil skirts. THIS ONE IS A DUPER. But, I’ve found a simple test to see whether its good or not. When you try it on, you look for three things. 1) No Saddlebags. 2) No between thigh hollowness. If the skirt sinks in between your legs, please burn it. 3) Appropriate length is knee length. WHY? Because you hid the thigh to knee dimples. I have them too guys, and you don’t want to see them.
- No leggings as pants. Leggings go under two things. Dresses and skirts. And even then use with caution.
NO WORKOUT PANTS. EVER. IF YOU’RE IN PUBLIC GET RID OF THEM. Even at the gym, don’t wear them. Get sweats. Look appropriate.
- Shoes. Try not to wear strappy, booties, or anything with ankle strappings.
- Careful with sleeves, please. No rolls, no side boobs, no arm puff. Please.
- Solids are your friend. Small stripes? The enemy. Big Stripes? Cute. Polka dots? Possibly. And whatever print you do, keep it to one area. One shirt, one skirt, one half of the dress. Kapeeche?
This is kind of a load of horse shit. Just because fat bodies don’t “look good” to you doesn’t mean that they should have to hide the fact that they are, in fact, fat bodies.
“For heavier people, you want to look like your stomach just disappeared.” Oh, do we? That would be really convenient for you, wouldn’t it? If all fat people just decided to hide their fat parts just because you’re not comfortable with looking at them.
Sorry, but seriously fuck this and other guides dictating what fat people can and can’t wear because it’s not “flattering.” Flattering is just another word for covering up and being ashamed of the parts that you have and should love.
There’s nothing inherently wrong with muffin tops, chub, chunk, sideboob, or having a stomach.
So what if a belt “cuts into” you? If you like the belt, fucking wear it. Look. If I want to wear a pencil skirt that shows the outline of my tummy, or comes above the knee, I’ll fucking do it. Small stripes, work out pants, leggings? If I want to wear it, I will, and there’s nothing you can do or say about it.
So, here’s myDEFINITIVE GUIDE TO FASHION FOR FAT (AND ALL OTHER) BODIES:
- If you like it, wear it. Your body is yours, it is beautiful, and I promise you can rock it. And don’t let anyone tell you different.
Wow um 80thstreet you are a fucking asshole. Trying to save us fatties from ourselves? Fuck off. I honestly I wish I could scream at you right now.
Excuse me while I go debunk these in a sec…
man FUCK ALL THAT SHIT OP SAID.
fat people. rule.
don’t hide shit. flaunt ALL of it.
also pencil skirts or rather pencil mini skirts, belted waists, and sheer cloth shirts are some of my FAVORITE THINGS EVER ON ANYONE AND MY ROOMMATE WEARS THESE ALL THE TIME AND SHE’S FUCKING AWESOME AND BEAUTIFUL AND FAT.
fuck op. fuck them with a rake.
I purposely wear clothing that shows off my fat, my rolls, my chunkiness, my chub, my saddlebags, my belly, my celulite, my muffintop— all my lovely curves and waves and squish and “poof”. BECAUSE I THINK IT’S FUCKING SEXY AND FABULOUS AND WONDERFUL.
As a matter of fact, I love pencil skirts that show off my belly and thighs.
I’m currently wearing a long sweater with a waist belt that does cut in but looks fabulous, and the sweater shows off all my bulges— AND I’M WEARING TIGHTS UNDERNEATH
gosh
I’m naughty, huh
Sorry I’m subjecting you to my fatness and making it obvious instead of hiding it behind potato sacks
Eat my shit, tho, OP. Eat my fat shit.
Tight waist/belted waist, Flimsy cloth, Pencil skirts, Leggings, Sleeveless, Prints, Ankle straps? WHaaatt? Those are some sexy things, let me show you OP!
SUPER HOT! And also prints (with those dreaded circles) tights, sleeveless and I think there is something on the ankles though I didn’t understand what the OP was saying there, so that one is going to be hard to debunk.
ADORABLE! Sleeveless, tights (really sexy tights I might add), flimsy fabric, tight/belted waist!
WATCH OUT! BABE IN A PENCIL SKIRT! Also tights.
PRINCESS STATUS!! Look at how friggin awesome she looks with those strappy ankle shoes, the tight shirt that says, hey, look at how awesome I am!
RAWR!! Leggings as pants looking fly! And the patterns with those circles you think are somehow not hot? Whaaaat, this attractive person is here to prove you so wrong!
WHERE ARE YOUR PANTIES NOW? Bet you have just thrown them off even though this is a tight dress with a pencil skirt like bottom, strappy ankles, tights, belt at the waist!
VANITY AS AN ART FORM Tight waist, showing off the arms (also Femmes and Family is probably one of my favorite people I follow in terms of showing off all the time, be careful though, vanity/self-confidence can be contagious).
And to wrap us up, the one who keyed me into this ludicrous post:
MCGOATS BEING LITERALLY THE SEX! showing off arms, wearing flimsy fabric, those might even be leggings as pants, HOT!
I hope this illustrates why these rules are silly and hot people are hot no matter what they are (or aren’t ;D) wearing.
Quality post by oppressionisyucky! :D
To convince myself I don’t take myself too seriously, I named this file lol.jpg
[TW: fat hate, cissexism, binarism, general bullshit]
Wow anon! You’ve managed to make me very, very, very angry! Now that is quite impressive, because mostly anons like you just make me roll my eyes and hit the delete button.
So, ignoring the first part of your message- because really, I don’t care if you think I’m trans, I don’t care is you think my gender is silly and made up, and I don’t care that you find me a joke- lets move on to the second part, which is something that just so happens to hit me right in the fury zone.
You want to know why I never take photos of myself binding? Well, firstly, I don’t have a binder. I did have one, but my mum found it and cut it in half. Yeah. Sadly I’m poor, so I can’t afford to shell out another £50 odd on another binder.
So on days where I literally cannot do anything except bind I have to resort to a belt [Link is to a photo of me wearing the belt as a binder. Warnings for nudity [nipples] and visible SI scars and cuts on my legs].
See, this is quite uncomfortable, not to mention it doesn’t fucking work.
Oh, yeah, that doesn’t aggravate my dysphoria or anything. Why wouldn’t I want to take photos of myself looking like that?
This blog is my safe space. I don’t post photos of myself that actively make me want to claw my body parts off onto my safe space. Funny that.
More than that though, this body is not just the body of a FAAB trans person. This body is the body of a FAT faab trans person. You know what I do post in my safe space? Photos that make me feel good about myself. Photos that make me feel good about my fat, FAAB body.
I spent my entire life being only ever considered attractive when I wore clothes that showed off my breasts and my curves. Yeah. Because here’s the thing: fat’s not sexy on a non-man, but it can be passable, or forgivable on a non-man if it’s hourglass. If it’s not, it’s repulsive.
My transness is not separable from my fatness. They both interact with and interfere with how I feel and how I cope with my body.
Being told my entire life that I was worthless unless I was sexy- and that I could never be sexy unless I was skinny, but I could be forgiven for not being sexy by getting my tits out, for cinching in my waist, for being femme in the same way that Christina Hendricks is femme, that has complicated the fuck out of my transness, out of the crawling in my skin feeling I get some days, when I wake up and I forget I have breasts at all until I look down.
Because my self worth and my self esteem are both intimately tied up with my breasts, with my curves, with my ability to be sexy.
In the last two months I’ve tried to kill myself twice. Each time after getting my period, that friendly little reminder that my body is completely fucking wrong.
So, yeah, I take photos of my tits, of my ass, of my big bloated body. I take photos that make me feel good.
Because god knows how long that’ll last.
Charlie is an absolute bamf and this is all flawless.
Love,
Taylor
This is me. I am a queer, fat, burlesque performer. I am definitely fat from the side and curvalicious from the front!!! I am learning to love my body and I’m about 80% there….
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Fuck yes. You are so gorgeous <3
I heard it’s Love Your Body day. I’m fortunate enough to love my body every day, despite what most people would have me believe. Keep lovin’ every inch of you, everyone!
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Fat From the Side.: Wherein a Fat Acceptance blogger talks about her weirdness with weight gain...
Fact: I am at my heaviest.
I don’t weigh myself, but I know my body. It’s a body I’ve spent a lot of time examining. From years of dieting and eating disorders, to my journey of self love and acceptance — yes, I’ve spent a LOT of time with my body. I know what it looks and feels like when…
“Fat people have sex. Sweet, tender, luscious sex. Sweaty, feral, sheet-ripping sex. Shivery, jiggly, gasping sex. Sentimental, slow, face-cradling sex. Even as you read these words, there are fat people out there somewhere joyously getting their freak on. Not only that, but fat people are falling in love, having hook ups, being crushed-out, putting on sexy lingerie, being the objects of other people’s lust, flirting, primping before hot dates, melting a little as they read romantic notes from their sweeties, seducing and being seduced, and having shuddering, toe-curling orgasms that are as big as they are.” - Hanne Blank (from Big Big Love)
Photo: From adipositivity
