Tag: ugh

For fat women, being stylish isn’t a luxury. It’s often a necessity to get hired, to get access to healthcare, to get treated like a human being.

Fat women have all kinds of narratives about sloppiness, laziness, dirtiness to overcome. Sometimes heels are a crucial part of looking “put together” in a way that sufficiently convinces people that we care about ourselves, that manages to counteract pervasive cultural narratives that fat people don’t care about ourselves. That we have “let ourselves go.”

Being “put together” is part of the way many of us convey to a judgmental world that we are worth caring about.

I get treated completely differently at a $20 hair salon if I’m dressed up or dressed down. Two totally different experiences. I get treated differently at the doctor’s office, and at the emergency room. I can’t go to the ER in sweatpants, because I’ll get shittier treatment. In an emergency, I have to worry if I am dressed up enough to prove that I deserve respect and care.

Melissa McEwan: Fat Fashion  (via albinwonderland)

Can We Create Something Beautiful and Destroy It?: I’m going to sever my foot, ok?

Can We Create Something Beautiful and Destroy It?: I’m going to sever my foot, ok?

less-tentacles-more-anchors:

Ok.

But seriously this plantar fasciitis is THE WORST thing to ever happen to me. It feels like my foot is on fire. Like a fucking burning knife is being stuck into it and twisted whilst a hammer is pounding my foot.

I don’t even know how many ibouprofen I took today. It was definitely more than…

I finally decided to research my heel pain tonight, since the split heel seems to be healed and my foot still hurts like crazy bad. Everything on the internet suggests that it’s a textbook case of 

Plantar fasciitis

dun dun dunnnn. 

The above post accurately describes the pain. For some reason, I’ve gone months without trying to figure out what it is – probably because my heels were so dry I thought that HAD to be the cause. But uh… it’s not getting any better… and I have to get up several times during the night, and every time the steps are absolutely excruciating.

Which is part of why I have been putting off going to the gym because it just… HURTS. Even putting lotion on makes me want to gasp and cry out in pain. Haha. awesome. o_o

Anyway, I have a lead on it now. That is cool!