i’m built like that. christina hendricks, yes? i promise you from the bottom of my weary heart that it makes very very little difference. maybe it’s changed a little bit now but when i was younger it just made me a target. & it made me a target quickly cos people were INFURIATED w/ me cos they thought i could look perfect if i only tried & i clearly was too lazy or too crazy or to something to make the effort.

it does attract men. it does, i wont lie about that any more than i will about anything else. but they are the most FURIOUS of all. they think it is their right to possess someone who is the media ideal, in order that they might impress their friends. & they are angry at themselves that what they are attracted to is not what the media tells them they should want, & every successful man has. & all of this gets taken out on the person w/ the biggest b00bs they have ever seen [& the reason they went out w/ the owner of that particular breastplate in the first place].

again: it does not, i promise you, make any difference. we need to fight the fight for all of us, no matter what we look like, for so very many reasons & an exponential number of people. & to do that we must not even call ourselves things like “hourglass” or “apple” or “pear” or, well, anything—& we mustnt think of ourselves as any of those fruits of denigration too.

this is a battle that has been going on, very slowly, for almost half a century. since before many of us were even born. i think it’s finally winnable. forget about the divisions imposed upon us by people we will never even know. push the rotten remnants of misbegotten thought & wretched words away. at long last, it’s time.

[ps. apologies if this is not as well written as i would like. i have had a pretty exhausting week. the sentiment is still valid. & important, & kind, no matter who says it.]

~Dawn