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I saw some t-shirts recently that were being sold at a doctor's office. A doctor who does plastic surgery. No, I'm not getting plastic surgery. The t-shirts were plain white with some words in black across the chest that said, MINE ARE BETTER THAN YOURS.
I was seriously offended. Your fake are better than my real........ wow! Awesome! Glad you feel that way!! Awwriiighty then! I'm just gonna take my real saggy nursed a whole tribe of natives full of stretch mark boobs and have a pep talk with them and tell them they are just fine the way they are. I mean, I get it! I used to stuff my bra for heaven's sake! Remember?? Remember this post?? Thankfully I came to terms with my appearance. It's about believing in your own self worth. Realizing that being an object isn't real. Having your body altered so you fit the mold of what you think society thinks you should look like, isn't real! You've played into the system and become an object, or at least parts of your body!
I went to the mall yesterday and a male sales person was ringing me up and all I could do was stare at his implants! Okay. So, if it hadn't been for my son telling me how you can tell ...... Anyway, I'm looking at his chest and all I can think is, can I touch it?! I wanna poke it! I wanna poke it so bad!
His chest had become an object to me. Think about that for a second..... or two...... or three......
My natives are growing up in a world where being an object is the norm and reality is not! Not cool!! Where sexualization is starting at a younger and younger age! Don't even get me started on trying to buy clothes for my daughter!!
I for one, have a problem with all of this. Do you?!