gemmafemma:

From my Limited Edition zine You Don’t Know Me, made for Sticky Institute’s Feed The Animals 2014 (now all sold out, sorry!)

More of my zines and artwork on my Etsy store <3 <3 <3

www.gemmaflack.com

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ziggyp0p:

You are not defined by your body.

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somelikeitfat:

Foxy Floating Fattie: Cyd Delicious

somelikeitfat:

Foxy Floating Fattie: Cyd Delicious

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theperksofbeingdisabled:

Photoshoot by the American photographer Aaron Paul Rogers.

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theperksofbeingdisabled:

my-trex-life:

Who says Wheelie Kids aren’t punk rock?

She’s so cool :)

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disabledpeoplearesexy:

disabledpeoplearesexy:

"Ragazza" by Debbie van der Putten

going through and reblogging some of my favourite old posts

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sugaryumyum:

Harnaam was just 11 years old when the beard started appearing and she spent her teenage years desperately trying to remove it. She would try to remove it by waxing twice a week.

The primary school teaching assistant endured vile abuse at school and would be stared at in the street.  She became so self conscious she refused to leave her house, except to go to lessons. At her lowest point she began self harming and even considered taking her own life.

 But at the age of 16, she found the courage to accept her facial hair after being baptised as a Sikh.  The religion dictates that the body should be left in its natural state and body hair must be left to grow.

Harnaam was determined to show that she was beautiful no matter what she looked like.

Video

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fatcandance:

thisclockworkheart:

I find it interesting that the photos of me that gather the most attention are those that are taken from “unflattering” angles. I wonder if people are trying to find love for themselves when I flaunt my belly, my hips, my thighs. I wonder when I gave myself permission to do so. Years ago I would have been horrified to post a picture that had not been liquefied or narrowed. Now I am broader, and so are my horizons- my ability to see that a line is not broken because it is thicker.
One of these days I will learn to stop dressing my body like it is an apology, but right now all I know is this: I only feel beautiful when I dance. So I will dance. Unapologetically, unabashedly, until the rest of me catches up with the flight I have started.

This is beautiful.

fatcandance:

thisclockworkheart:

I find it interesting that the photos of me that gather the most attention are those that are taken from “unflattering” angles. I wonder if people are trying to find love for themselves when I flaunt my belly, my hips, my thighs. I wonder when I gave myself permission to do so. Years ago I would have been horrified to post a picture that had not been liquefied or narrowed. Now I am broader, and so are my horizons- my ability to see that a line is not broken because it is thicker.

One of these days I will learn to stop dressing my body like it is an apology, but right now all I know is this: I only feel beautiful when I dance. So I will dance. Unapologetically, unabashedly, until the rest of me catches up with the flight I have started.

This is beautiful.

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