There’s so much amazing writing and layering in the season two finale of Veronica Mars, but the one that got me this rewatch was the emphasis that was put on how Veronica wasn’t a killer. Even when she was pushed to the absolute brink (thinking that Mac and her Dad were both…
What? My boobs are great.
See? Perfectly fine.
I mean, yeah, they jiggle and wobble and don’t sit high up on my chest. But that’s normal.
Like what do you think I should do about it? I mean
My boobs just do normal boob things. They’re A-okay normal healthy boobs.
Moral: Boobs are really diverse. Do your boobs sag? Normal. Do they have hair? Normal. Do they have stretch marks? Normal. Do you get pimples on them? Normal. Are they different sizes? Normal. Big nipples? Normal. Puffy dark areola? Normal. Not facing dead ahead? Normal. Small? Normal. Big? Normal. Normal Normal Normal.
And they’re your boobs. If you can change any of those things and you want to, go ahead!
But don’t let people tell you that your breasts are wrong just because they’re affected by gravity.
You’re fine. They’re fine.
I love the body positivity my friends have
PERFECT. I’m so happy this exists!
As much as I enjoy the movie Frozen, stop saying it’s the only movie that teaches girls they don’t need a man to save them. RAPUNZEL FUCKING SAVES FLYNN AND BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF PEOPLE WITH A FRYING PAN. MERIDA WAS ALL “FUCK YOU I’M 15 AND I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED. “ MULAN SAVED THE FUCK OUT OF CHINA, SHE SAVED A FUCKING COUNTRY. So, would you politely shut the fuck up and stop.
it could be raining men and id still be single