I get sucked into a Google search time-wasting vortex when I’m trying to get work done sometimes…
I made a Vine comic about my posture! (Spoiler alert: It’s not very good!)
Hey-ooo! Follow me on tumblr dot com!
(For the record, I *do* know the whole “eight glasses” thing is outdated information, tumblr, but it’s very nice of LOTS you to make sure I know about it! I’m making a conscious effort at the moment to drink lots of water, for personal reasons—and to follow up on New Year’s.)
True story. I found out about this last night right before I went to sleep, via iPad! (Thank you, tumblr!!!)
This happens all the time. Every car horn, every whistle, every cat call and lewd exclamation, strengthens the lesson I’ve been taught over and over and over again throughout my entire life: as a lady, my body is on public display and open for judgment—from anyone.
Most men who will see this are decent, rational guys who will sympathize with my feelings. A small, vocal handful of dudes will send me private messages about how women like me can’t “take a fucking compliment.” This is not for either of you. This is for the guys who don’t know yet that attracting unwanted attention doesn’t make women feel good, no matter how nice their intentions are. I can’t speak for everyone, but I can say that I personally get embarrassed, often scared, and always—ALWAYS—ashamed, in some way, in how I look.
So… now that you know, cut it out. Tell all the girls how nice they are and how amazing they are at their jobs instead.
Seriously, though, I found out just today that this is a thing. What new and amazing insecurities there are to discover every single day! It’s a magical world.
Moral of the story: Your thighs are fine. Work it, ladies. You’re all gorgeous.
My siblings and I were all born via cesarean section and, for the longest time, that’s how I thought all babies were born. (Full disclosure: I wasn’t very thrilled when I found out about the alternative, either.)