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curveswithmoves:

Ditch the Fear of Jiggles and Just Giggle!!!

I often talk about being a big dancer and how I’ve overcome obstacles…but today I want to take a more positive and celebratory route…join me in the passenger seat won’t you?!

I have been modeling for this AMAZING photographer, Nina Méndez Martí, for her project on dance as a form of insanity, joy, exhaustion, all sorts of emotions! Working with her I knew that I had to let go of all my inhibitions, my fears, my concerns, EVERYTHING. So there I was in her studio, dancing in a leotard, on a bed with all my glorious jiggle spots dancing with me…and for a moment….I didn’t feel self conscience or uncomfortable….for a moment…. I felt so….. FREE! I was having so much fun and embraced my leotard riding up and falling down. I let go because this wasn’t about me, it was about the moment! And as soon as you let go of the worries, you begin to realize, “Shit, I’m having a blast!!!”

In a time where we use Instagram, blogs and Facebook to record our everyday adventures, we get caught up in the “omg my arm looks fat here” or “ugh my face is a mess, delete!” we forget about the actual moment. So what your face looks a hot ass mess…it’s because at that moment you were getting low, having fun and didn’t care about posing for the camera phone. So I say post that picture where you think “omg my ass looks flat/huge/weird/etc…” and instead say “omg jumping on the bed for this shoot reminded me of jumping around with my sister when we were young! So fun!” 

Dance It Out!

Jessie

A girl in my Sociology class turns around during a class activity on goals to start a conversation with me. Her opening line is: ‘I want to get married.’ I nod and smile. She does not ask me my goals, just continues telling me the sort of guy she’d like to be with and how many kids she’d like. Thoughtfully, she adds, ‘My mom told me to meet someone and marry them. You don’t wanna date around because you wanna be fresh for the guy and not a….you know what.’

My cousin’s Facebook ‘About Me’ lists things she would like in a man. There is nothing about her or the things she does, only qualities she finds attractive. ‘Looking for someone who can play the guitar and cook a great dinner,’ she wrote. I can hear her bubbly, singsong voice while reading it. She is thirteen years old and has told me that girls ‘oughta only kiss their husbands and that’s it.’ When I ask her what she wants to be when she’s older she says, ‘Married.’

My male friend tells me that he has no problem with what girls do, but that he would not date a girl who’s ‘been around’ because she’d be ‘dirty.’ I wonder if each time someone touches you, a part of you is soiled. If there are piles of dirt in the spaces where others’ fingers once rested. In the shower, I try to scrub the smell of dirt from myself, but come out, still polluted, with red scratch marks all over me.

Being called a ‘you know what’ taught me some things: that I do not want to be touched by somebody who will judge my past. That I am not a tally book, with others’ names burned into me. If you have to label me as something, let it be a human being.

A “You Know What” | Lora Mathis 
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thecaramelpanda:

Me as a parent.

(Source: lowellicious)

meanqueer:

"when women wear makeup theyre lying to men!1!”

idk man i don’t think anyone’s trying to convince you they actually have green eyelids

(Source: transdaphne)

(Source: fastestcatalive)

rftminges:

mra arguments

(Source: witchsistah)

chillingwithbeyonce:

Pills N Potions

chillingwithbeyonce:

Pills N Potions

thepensivebrony:

“you shouldn’t be depressed, people have it worse than you”

finally, after years of searching, the person with the worst life ever is found. formally, they are granted permission to be sad. but only them. only they have earned it. no sads for anyone else at all ever

(Source: theawolbrony)