Do you think that I'd still hate my body
If I grew wings and disappeared into the sky?
I don't think anybody's words would matter
When I could swoop down and kill them from thirty feet high
a vibe
Do you think that I'd still hate my body
If I grew wings and disappeared into the sky?
I don't think anybody's words would matter
When I could swoop down and kill them from thirty feet high
a vibe
I am sitting down in the shower It is this dirty type of clean That keeps me trapped in here for hours Still, I scrub and scrub until my body bleeds Convince myself I am coming clean Forget and ignore who I used to be That kid is never coming back
Bathtub - The Front Bottoms.
Wouldn't it be such a shift of perspective for fatphobes if they could see what goes on in our daily lives as plus sized people?
I'm over here trying to convince myself it's okay to eat lunch and that I don't have to hide my food from my family members. My 120lb home girl? She just had pasta, a hot dog, a piece of bread and half of a bagel.
WHERE DO YOU SKINNY FOLK PUT IT ALL?!
Pretty messy and quick. Didn't put much into this one, just needed emotionally release. But I thought someone might be able to relate so I'm posting it anyway. Enjoy.
I'm not afraid of the dark.
Perhaps that's part of the problem.
More vent art, this time featuring one of my personifications. Sometimes it makes your issues seem more beatable if you characterize them. Give it a shot🖤