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How I loathe group-empowerment movements that exist to eradicate individuality, that exclude intelligence as a factor in any facet of their cause and discourage it by way of bland, homogenous platitudes that overuse the words "fuck" and "fuckin'". How I loathe the "fat-acceptance" movement, which is ridiculously radical, to the exclusion of anyone with any eye towards trying to change themselves for the sake of mental and physical health. How I loathe websites like this, where, instead of intelligent, articulate individuals, fat girls are lumped together as "goddesses" and "divas" and there are tips on how to turn bedsheets into goddess-robes, and faerie costumes you can make yourself, and diatribes against Ricki Lake, their fallen hero. Are overweight women faeries now? Do we need wings? Do they realize that some of us don't want to be goddesses or faeries, and that buy promoting their narrow view, they damn us all anyway? Do they realize that in attempting to make themselves powerful, by straining for some new definition of "special", they succeed in making us all ridiculous? Oh, yes, by all means let's try to adjust public consciousness so that we all look like bitter morons attempting to cover up our own self-loathing by dressing in flowing gowns and weilding glittery sceptres. If I hear the fat women/real women equation one more time, I'm going to vomit my low-carb breakfast all over the keyboard. Can we only define ourselves by our physical trappings? Aren't we supposed to be bonding over something a little more substantial than cup-size or cottage-cheese thighs?

(No, see, the faerie in the lower right-hand corner isn't supposed to be me.)

Why are you in Tavie's head? 4:41 PM | shower me with attention