Major love to everyone trying to kick the shit out of option B, every fucking day.

I recently told a good friend how I was bullied really bad in middle school for (among other things) being very skinny. She laughed and said they were probably complimenting me and I didn’t realize it. That hurt.

Having lost my father and sister, and dealt with so many people saying the wrong things, and not understanding that it didn’t happen for a reason, I won’t get over it, and it doesn’t get better...I love reading what she wrote. You never stop missing your loved ones, and it won’t ever stop sucking, you just learn to…

That was me in high school, I remember these two girls called me aneroxic, while I sat in class eating in and out hamburgers almost every day. Now that I’m older my metabolism has slowed a little BUT I still get comments like your sooo skinny, and other weird comments, and from all from other women even ones who are…

This is so so beautifully written and expressed. The option B part had me crying. Good for her for being so strong and for being so open. It can only help.

The pendulum is swinging to “make up for” the long term negativity towrds larger body types. But the people who perpetuate the “real women have curves” etc forget that there are actual real women who don’t have curves and we hurt just as much when we are picked apart. Instead of bashing the “other” for being…

I have to agree. I am totally on board with not making “skinny” the be all and end all of what a “woman” *should* look like, but as a tall super skinny teen, I looked similar, and would get the hateful comments about being “anorexic” and “eat a burger”. I know there isn’t as much of a hate on for skinny girls, and…

I refuse to kick a thin model when she’s down on the floor and everyone is saying she’s too thin.

Okay I need to say this because some of these comments are making me feel weird.

I don’t want to make assumptions about what it is like to have a mastectomy. But I am imagining that if I had to have a mastectomy, even if I’ve come to terms with it and learned to accept my drastically changed body, seeing a bunch of attractive young women with their perfect breasts holding a coke can in my honor…

Because no one ever heard of a “wife bonus” before this woman came on our radar last month. Because “wife bonus” is the type of silly thing that book publicists love to say to promote their product, and look how successful it’s been. Basically because it’s fucking stupid. There have always been financial incentives…

Yeah since when has “it’s human” been synonymous with “it’s okay and acceptable.” Like war, torture, suicide, genocide: also a-ok in this workplace, b/c those things are def just human things. Sometimes humans just commit identity theft, okay? Get with the program or get out.

I’m pretty sure if you’re a woman, you exist in public, and you make any decision on your own, people feel free to insert their unsolicited opinions. If you have kids you’re a boring breeder housewife, if you don’t have kids you’re a selfish spinster, whatever. What annoys me is when women take that vitriol out on each…

So your paranoia means your kid can't have a life? Cool...

It grosses me out. I totally get that as women we’re pressured to have kids and childfree people do catch some unfair flack and it might make them a bit cranky, but the whole “I HAAAATE children, keep your disgusting little bags of snot off my newsfeed” attitude is immature and reeks of overcompensation. You can…

Just like kids in the 1920s....now where did those little deviants pick that up?

I don’t know why people think the world needs to see their —-.

I can read just fine, including the fact that your temper tantrum about why people shouldn’t ever post pictures of children in public because other people shouldn’t have to be subjected to them only changed to “protecting the children” once as you got called on what a bizarre position it is.

You’re seriously asking me why people use social media to share their lives with friends and family? If that’s too difficult a concept for you to grasp, I don’t think I can explain it to you.

I used to do the “hands on hips,” “look how glamorous I am” poses alllll the time when I was a little kid in the early ‘90’s, and I know EXACTLY where I got it from: