I am pretty sure it's this damn hot weather, and I am totally a grumpy pants. I noticed it this morning. I didn't sleep well last night, and was thrown off this morning when everyone on Team Mongoose was up and about. I didn't have any of my normal time to my self and that is kind of a rough way for me to start the day. I just wanted to go to bed tonight, but my bedroom was 83 degrees. I do better about 20 degrees cooler than that. All of this has led me to be Princess Grumpy. I am hoping that by sleeping with my new secured windows open, fan running, cool wash rag on my neck and ice packs on my feet that I will drift off into lala land and leave my princess status behind.
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...
Comments
Post a Comment