I need feminism because the term ‘beautiful’ is now a compliment on the same level as ‘smart’ or independent. I don’t want people to cheer me up by telling me that I look good, I want to be complimented on worthwhile skills that I truly excel at and posses.
I need feminism because society has made it that women as a general population look down upon their looks and therefore need to be complimented with only ‘you’re beautiful’s or ‘you look perfect’s.
I need feminism because it is assumed that all women look down upon themselves and anyone who doesn’t is therefore considered arrogant or even slutty when she is confident in herself and her abilities.
People need to remind me of this. Every day. Because I am one of those smart girls constantly down on herself about looks and I shouldn’t feel that way
So, I’m still undecided on my feelings about the whole NATO thing and the protests and stuff. But I’ve been following the Chicago Tribune’s liveblog of it most of the day, and I can say that I am very very glad I didn’t have to go in to work tonight. It looks like there have been a few scuffles down that way, close to the dorm I used to live in (which means 4 blocks from work). I have to go in tomorrow morning though, and I’m really hoping things cool off so I can get there and back home without incident. I just want people (protesters AND police) to be safe and respectful and keep the city as nice as it is. Chicago is probably one of the best/coolest/friendliest cities in the country (in my opinion, of course), and I’d hate for that to change.
“I grew up hard and am still hard and I don’t care. I did not choose this face or this body and I have learned to live with it and love it and celebrate it and adorn it with tremendous drawings from the greatest artists in the world and I feel good and powerful like a nation that has never been free and now after many hard won victories is finally fucking free. I am beautiful and I am finally fucking free.
I fly my flag of self-esteem for all those who have been told they were ugly and fat and hurt and shamed and violated and abused for the way they look and told time and time again that they were “different” and therefore unlovable. Come to me and I will tell you and show you how beautiful and loved you are and you will see it and feel it and know it and then look in the mirror and truly believe it. If you are offended by my anger and my might at defending my borders and my people you do not deserve entry into my beloved and magnificent country.”—