Ben and I watched Good Hair tonight. After his daughter asks him, ” Daddy? Why don’t I have good hair?” Chris Rock delves into what it takes to have “good hair” as an African American ( something I obviously know nothing about). 

While the trailer is promoting this film as a “comedy” ( and in a way it is), I found it to be eye opening, sad and at times really disturbing. It made me realize, that while women in general are constantly being held to these ridiculous standards of beauty, there is a whole ‘nother set of standards for women of color and it’s pretty fucked up. 

I’d say it’s worth a watch. 

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turquoise-o-c-e-a-n:

beauty.

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I have always been a fatty…like since forever, and since forever I have been taught to hate myself because of it and I’m a very fast learner. I have taken on the agendas of others, who have told me ” You won’t believe how much better you’ll feel once you get the weight off.” or ” Don’t you want people to respect you? You have so much to offer, and you hide it with all that fat.”  I followed their instructions of calorie counting, burning, and restricting. I have allowed myself to be schleped to AA type meetings where I could be “properly motivated.” 

And I am tired. Physically and emotionally of trying to fix what everyone else has told me is wrong. There are some changes I have made recently, at the instruction of my doctor and I intend of keeping up with those changes. But I refuse to continue to let it be something that consumes my thoughts every second of the day. I am a healthy eater. I cook everything I eat, and only a small amount of the things I cook come from processed food. Especially now that we have been using the Farmer’s Market, almost everything in our apartment is a “whole food”. I eat until I am not hungry, sometimes that means a serving size is enough, sometimes it’s not. I try to excercise when I can, but the truth of the matter is I’m lazy and it’s not an enjoyable thing for me. On top of that, the summer is nearly impossible for me to exercise at length because my asthma is at it’s worst at that time of year. I have lost weight, I’m “smaller” than I was a year ago, and I think if I continue doing what I’m doing, I’ll probably loose a little more or at least keep off what I’ve lost already. But I am not going to stress about this shit anymore. I expressed this sentiment to a friend of mine and she said ” Well maybe getting engaged will be the motivation you need.” 

I didn’t say anything at the time, because I knew she was just trying to helpful and encouraging, but I kinda felt like she missed the point of what I was trying to say. 

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The Tree Stands Alone

“Nautilus from the side.”  Palau Micronesia. Photo by Lee R, Berger

theworldwelivein:

Deep in the South of New Zealand (by Stuck in Customs)

bamboukoura:

Iceland