“The sustainability of the regime.”

My response to the haters trying to silence me for sharing my story.

I’m so glad to hear that Lindy has friends like this! I follow Lindy on twitter, and I am in awe/horrified by how much shit she puts up with daily and how well she deals with it. I LOVE a good Lindy twitter burn. Keep fighting the good fight, ladies!

I’ve used the tactic of shutting down the pro-lifers in my IRL life who start opining about abortion, and how it destroys women’s psyches, etc with “I had an abortion. Actually, I’ve had more than one.”

I have a friend who had one, as I did, and she was always kind of afraid to discuss it. I told her I understood it’s not something to run around the office talking about, but never feel bad that you had a tiny bit of cells scraped from your uterus when you were 6 weeks pregnant. My generation fought to get that…

Hopefully a comedian will mention this during his act in about 20 years so people will pay attention.

She’s terrible enough without using her weight as reason to hate her.

Black Girls are Magic! It’s lit as hell!

Words like “perfect” and “brilliant” are completely overused these days, so I say this sincerely: the use of that Tubman quote in this situation was both brilliant and perfect.

I CRIED, next to Lupita’s speech at the Oscars I feel so validated and represented. I’m glad I get to grow up with all these woc as role models. Viola is the reason I keep growing out my natural hair.

My mom’s dad had a pretty shitty childhood. After his mother died, his dad married months later to a much younger bimbo who decided she wanted her kid, but not his two. My grandfather was known, even at 13, for his work ethic, so a neighbor offered to take in the kids and pay for his brother to go to college and leave…

I always thought I was really fat (meaningfully fatter than my classmates) while growing up and through development years, as my parents were concerned with weight, putting on weight and so on.

Weight also sits differently on everyone. I weigh a lot more than people would guess, and I’ve seen the opposite.

That might be 100% true and very valid, but I feel like people are completely glossing over the fact that a) she says she has body dysmorphia and b) she acknowledges that “a lot of people wouldn’t consider [her] fat.” I don’t know, I have BDD so maybe I am either projecting or I just understand where she is coming…

Uh...sorry, but I don’t see any expression of privilege here. Is there some level of adiposity you need to be in order to get the “true fat” trophy that lets you call yourself fat?

My mom used to send me care packages, timed so I could pick them up after football games on Saturdays. They contained cookies and hot cocoa. And coupons for tampons, cause Mom.

My dad didn’t cry but he stole me some silverware from Longhorns because we forgot to buy any for my apartment. That’s love.

I think we can expect that from the whole Obama clan, I’m actually excited about it. No strings, nothing holding him back from doing whatever he wants without the Oval Office and all it stands for looming over his head.

My dad cried when I finally moved away from home and when I saw the tears and I cried even more because that man didn’t even cry at his mother’s funeral, and he LOVED his mom. I was 30 years old.

I am going to miss this guy. (Whomever replaces him)