YesikaSalgado

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    Expose: Shedding Light on Collective Beauty by Laura K Photography

    Found these pictures through The Militant Baker’s website. Through each picture you can see women as they actually are and every single one of them is beautiful. 

    (via positivebodyimageinspiration)

    Rosy and Ginny Liuli and Amalie Sable and Aisling Molly and Meena Megan and Andy Chloe and Carmel Viette and Sabina Mercedes and Una

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    throneroom-of-the-damned:

    Body Positivity for the win.

    9 out of 16 are WoC from 9 different nationalities - Spanish, Native American, Middle Eastern, Greek, Hawaiian, South African, Indian, African-American and Chinese.

    Even the “white” people don’t all come from the same place - French, Irish, American, Scottish, German, and English.

    I’m really sorry if I left out YOUR nationality or YOUR body type, but if I kept going to include every single possible woman in the world I’d never have time for sleep or school work.

    Pretty sure I reblogged this before. Definitely worth reblogging again. Body positivity, diversity, et. al. is more than one particular shape and size.

    I fucking love this

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    buttonpoetry:

    Yesika Salgado - “How Not to Make Love to a Fat Girl.”

    "In the past, I’ve apologized for my size with silence."

    Performing during the July 2014 slam at Da Poetry Lounge in Los Angeles. Subscribe to Button on YouTube!

    The lovely folks at Button Poetry shared my piece about being a fat woman and what that means when it comes to sex.

    First Taste

    He. Christmas. Seventeen. You. Virgin. Sixteen. A garage. His father’s. Rolled up carpets. Beneath bodies. Your hands. His jeans. Unbuckled. Your knees. Soft lips. Mouth. Brand-new. No one. Knew. Secret tongue. He hard. You closed. Eyes. Taste. Salt. Skin. Found. Something. Mouth full. Throat. Slide. Warm. His hand. Your face. You kiss. His love. Dark. Good. Dark. Warm. Virgin. Still. Still You. Still yours. Keep. Him. Keep you. Your mouth does what the rest of you pretends has yet to happen. Him. Taste. Still. After. Days. Remember. You. You. You. You. Virgin. You. Christmas. “She, smiles like The Virgin doesn’t she?” your mother said when you returned to the dinner table.

    Facebook users’ Top 100 book list

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    Facebook has published a rating of the world’s 100 most popular and influential books, based on an internet book meme that has been raging on social networks for the last few months.

    Favorite books are something friends like to share and discuss. A Facebook meme facilitates this very interaction. You may have seen one of your friends post something like “List 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take more than a few minutes, and don’t think too hard. They do not have to be the ‘right’ books or great works of literature, just ones that have affected you in some way.” If not great works of literature, what are the books that have stayed with us?

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    carrierudzinski:

    So real. This is patriarchy. This is misogyny. This is rape culture. This is what life is for women. 

    Tinder. An Erasure Poem.

    the following is a poem I pieced together only using lines men have messaged me through the online dating application named Tinder. 

    hello gorgeous

    do you like what you see?

    do you

    lick

    during dinner?

    hello sexy

    lets hook up

    beautiful

    woman

    thing

    tease

    you don’t talk much do you?

    I want

    you

    your feet

    that mouth, what does it do?

    do you like me?

    lips

    lips

    lips

    let me

    lips

    bite them

    lips

    tease

    what do they do?

    why won’t you talk to me?

    you are such a tease

    hey

    hello

    beautiful

    secret

    big woman

    I have always wanted

    your hands

    your nails

    would you?

    why are you here?

    I hope I am not being rude

    Fuck you

    I want to fuck you

    hey

    hey

    hey

    hey

    let me eat you

    dinner maybe?

    why do you say no?

    tease

    such a tease

    let us see something

    I am not thirsty

    let’s have a drink

    champagne in the back seat somewhere

    free shots on me or you

    wink, wink

    why are you so quiet?

    you seem like you could be exciting

    are you a good girl?

    am I your daddy?

    you haven’t answered my question

    what do you want?

    why are you here?

    why won’t you answer?

    I am talking to you

    come over

    come here

    free

    drinks

    free

    me

    you, owe me

    free

    where are you?

    babe

    baby

    boo

    bitch

    cunt

    I am talking to you

    why won’t you answer?

    why are you here

    if you’re not

    answer?

    do you have it like that?

    (why) don’t you wan’t me?

    you

    fatass

    give me

    that

    fat ass

    hey

    big bitch

    hey

    sexy

    give me that mouth

    bring that body here

    are you there?


    write a poem about me 

    Señorona

    when you are thirty and unmarried
    all your Tia’s and Tio’s
    ask about when you will find
    someone to save you from yourself
    they remind you
    that you will be left to dress saint’s
    meaning God
    will be your only option for love soon
    you are thirty
    and you paint your lips red
    you wear your nails and hair long
    you keep your bed full of books
    your womb is empty
    your mouth full of adventure
    you are thirty
    and they call your alone
    something brave
    something like sky diving
    something like fire swallowing
    something like living the way
    only men
    are expected to

    aprilranger:

    My body

    in all of its yes

    arches up,

    in all of its yes my body

    is a cathedral of sweat

    built on trust,

    choired with a one-word
    hymn: yes

    in all of its yes my body gives

    & takes, this yes

    is a listening yes,

    an O God Yes,

    a Please, Yes

    What a great mouth I have,

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