i turned in my last paper yesterday. it felt sooooo good to be done with it. i actually stayed for the lecture as well. there were only 5 of us out of 30. so we moved into one of the fancy Phd conference rooms with an amazing view of portland. so nice! it was a great lecture on working with the aging population. i now have a list of books i need to read. the good and bad of grad school is i could probably take classes for another 10 years and still find things i am interested in learning. i really do love school, just hate the homework. ;)
I participated in a photo shoot for an event called the #suitupcampaign. It is the hope of the woman organizing it to have a more varied representation of body types in swim suits, which would in turn invite other women to feel comfortable "suiting up" for summer if they saw bodies that looked like theirs. I was asked to submit a picture of my suit and so I set out to take a couple selfies. As I was going through them and I started to notice something; I looked beautiful. As a fat, white, cisgender, femme-presenting, often mis-identified queer woman who is currently partnered with a cisgender man, I have received many messages about my body over the course of my life. From a very young age my body was labeled as fat. I understood the resounding message that my worth was directly tied to in how much space I was supposed to take up in the world. I understood that it was always open season on my body - from family, friends, doctors and even stranger...
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