Becoming Super-Ro

This is an exercise regime I can get behind.

Wed, 24 Apr 2013 08:00:47 +0100

This is an exercise regime I can get behind.

"Discussing her “scary” image today, Jones says: “When I perform on stage I become those male..."

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 18:56:14 +0100

“Discussing her “scary” image today, Jones says: “When I perform on stage I become those male bullies, those dominators from my childhood. That’s probably why it’s so scary, because they scared me. I enjoy being feminine, but I like role swapping.”

She leans confidentially toward me. “It’s nice to have your boyfriend cook, don’t you think?” she asks. “And to put some heels on him once in a while, hmm?” She cocks an eyebrow at me. “You should say ‘let me see you walk in these and feel what I feel a little bit’. It’s important that the sexes understand each other. And actually if a guy has really nice legs, a beautiful muscle that can look really good, really interesting. Mmm…” When I ask Jones what she would do if she were a man for a week, she picks a fishbone delicately from between her teeth and tells me she’d run for President. And laughs.”

- The Telegraph: Grace Jones At 60 (via dandymackay)

GRACE JONES PEOPLE.

Stella Angelova Super slow motion (by stellaangelova) Bulgarian...

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 09:11:23 +0000

Stella Angelova Super slow motion (by stellaangelova)

Bulgarian World champion gymnast and stunt woman Stella Angelova. This was a test shoot, that turned into a promo spot for IDT camera. At a normal speed it is under 4 seconds long.

Wow. I want to be HER.

nautilid: Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French...

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 16:01:38 +0000

nautilid:

Julie D’Aubigny was a 17th-century bisexual French opera singer and fencing master who killed or wounded at least ten men in life-or-death duels, performed nightly shows on the biggest and most highly-respected opera stage in the world, and once took the Holy Orders just so that she could sneak into a convent and bang a nun. If nothing in that sentence at least marginally interests you, I have no idea why you’re visiting this website.

One of the most badass human beings ever produced by France was born in 1670 into a life of wealth, privilege, and one-percenter opulence that meant she could have just spent her entire life chilling out Real Housewives style without ever so much as having to shank a single human being in the eye in a hellacious fit of rage, but, as we shall soon see, that sort of malaise really wasn’t this chick’s bag. Her father was the Grand Squire of France, meaning that he was pretty much the number-one dude responsible for training King Louis XIV’s pages and maintaining the Royal Stables, and this guy wasn’t really the sort of hard-drinking drill sergeant motherfucker who was going to let his little daughter grow up without learning the finer arts of dishing out knuckle sandwiches to her enemies or running would-be suitors through the small intestines with the pointy end of a rapier. This French R. Lee Ermey trained young Julie the same way he trained the King’s Squires, and as a young woman she learned the finer points of necessary life skills such as horseback riding, horse maintenance and repair, drinking excessively, gambling, fistfighting, avenging your honor, and stabbing people in the fucking face when they don’t have the good sense to step off when you’re threatening them. Growing up surrounded by tough men, this tall young beauty with the dark auburn hair and piercing blue eyes was forged into an instrument of badassitude.

Julie D’Aubigny got started early on her career of banging and/or killing everything in sight when, at the age of sixteen, she started having an affair with her father’s boss. The young Mademoiselle D’Aubigny soon proved herself way too hot for that guy to handle, however, so before long he gave her father a promotion, then got her married off to some spineless jackass-non-gratta known only as Monsoir Maupin so that she would leave him alone. Maupin was a Count or Viscount or Demi-Count or some shit, and he lived in one of the colonies across the sea and rarely spent time in France, and since this chick wasn’t about to move out to bumfuck nowhere and be a quiet little housewife in some malaria-infested corner of the world she rarely saw him and he doesn’t factor into her life story in any appreciable manner at all. The only real thing this guy provided was a title, some money, and a wedding ring, all of which allowed Julie to use her marital status as a way of being able to do promiscuous shit she wouldn’t have been able to get away with as an unmarried woman.

So, while her husband was off doing god-knows-what in Africa or India or wherever the hell he was, Julie D’Aubigny moved to Marseille and started hooking up with a badass fencing master who just so happened to be on the run for murder after he stabbed some dude to death in an alley outside Paris. The homicidal fugitive swordsman trained D’Aubigny in the finer arts of fencing for a while, but as soon as she realized the student was now the master she ditched his broke ass and started giving sword exhibitions across Marseille to hone her skills and make a little extra dough. Basically it worked like this – she’d pull out her sword, sing a song or two, and challenge anyone in the audience to battle her in a duel. If someone stepped up, she’d sing a humiliating song about them, then make them look like assholes who couldn’t tell the difference between a sword and a limp piece of linguine. Her skills were so lights-out gonzo that one time some jerkwad in the crowd called out that she wasn’t really a woman, but was some badass cross-dressing cavalier musketeer motherfucker who was ripping everyone off. She responded by ripping open her blouse and telling the audience to “judge for themselves”.

Oddly enough, kicking peoples’ asses for money eventually led to a completely unrelated job prospect – a career as the star attraction of the Paris Opera. Apparently, while this chick was singing songs to humiliate her enemies in the dueling circle, some powerful record execs were in the audience, and they were so impressed by her melodious contralto voice that they decided she should be doing better shit than stabbing people in the balls for spare change. In the span of a few months, the woman known in Marseilles only as “La Maupin” (meaning “The Mapuin”) went from a completely untrained street performer to the lead actress in the world’s most respected Opera, playing roles of badass Classical chicks like Pallas Athena, Medea, and Dido. In addition to her flair for the dramatic and innate musical talent, it also helped that La Maupin had a near-photographic memory and rarely needed to read her lines more than once before committing them to memory.

Of course, her fiery temperament in love and combat meant that she slept with or swordfought with most of the men and women in the opera at various points during her career. Like, one time some jackass doucheface pretty-boy actor was being overly-aggressive while talking to one of Julie’s actress friends, so La Maupin told that asshole to take a chill pill and show the lady some respect. He told her to fuck off and mind her own bitch business. Later that night, as he was walking home, he found La Maupin standing in the street, weapon drawn, challenging him to a duel for honor. When the guy refused to pull his sword, she fucking beat his ass with a wooden cane, stole his pocketwatch, and left his dumb ass in an alley. The next day, the dude came to work with a couple black eyes, and when people were like, “WTF is up with your face,” he told them he got jumped by three big black dudes armed with hammers and baseball bats. As soon as he said this, La Maupin pulled out the dude’s pocketwatch and called him out a lying liar from Douchebagville. Then, to make matters more humiliating, she then forced the dude to kneel and beg forgiveness in front of all his co-workers before he could get his shit back.

La Maupin was also kind of a hardcore bisexual, and some of her tales of badass awesomeness dueling over female lovers and seducing chambermaids read like they were perpetrated by musketeers or pirates or some other ultra-daring swashbuckling male heroes of eighteenth-century literature. Of course, being a woman, Julie D’Aubigny could pull off some feats of romantic badassitude that most men could only dream of. The most notable example of this was the time that she became a nun just so she could hook up with one of the sisters in the convent. The story goes like this: One time the Mademoiselle D’Aubigny got some super-hot lusty blonde to fall in love with her. When the blonde’s parents found out their daughter was a lesbo, they had their “ravished” daughter put into a convent, totally unaware that this wasn’t going to be nearly enough to deter La Maupin – D’Aubigny took the holy orders, entered the convent as an initiate, created a diversion by setting the fucking convent on fire, and then kidnapped the blonde nun, snuck her out of there, and shacked up with her for like a month. Are you kidding me with this?

Of course, this chick was a lover as well as a fighter, and sometimes she was actually both at the same time. Like, one time a trio of drunk assholes were giving Julie shit while she was performing her songs in a rowdy tavern, so the star of the Paris Opera took all three of them out into the grassy courtyard, and when they all jumped her at the same time with their swords she drew her blade and made sure every single one of them was suffering from multiple stab wounds before she went back to the tavern. The next day she felt kind of bad about stabbing the fucking ass out of one of the dudes, so she went to his room to see how he was doing, and then ended up seducing him and getting busy with him relentlessly for like three weeks straight. You know you’re a fucking baller chick when you can shank a dude through the abdomen with a rapier and then still get it on with him. I mean, guys are easy, but they ain’t that easy.

On another occasion, La Maupin was at a Royal Ball in the palace of King Louis XIV, attending as the guest of Louis’ brother, Prince Philippe of France. She showed up to the party dressed as a man in a scarlet tunic and immediately started dancing with all the hot bitches, showing up all the young dudes looking for hot young wives. This was fine and all, but when La Maupin had the audacity to tongue-kiss a particularly fine-looking blonde marquise right in front of the entire Royal family, three jackass noblemen got a little bent out of shape about it and told Maupin she needed to start acting like a lady and stop macking on all the hot babes. La Maupin offered to take it outside, defeated all three men in three consecutive duels, then came back to the party while the trio of poseurs were still lying bleeding in the street like dogs. This event drew a little heat on the Maupin, so while she waited for things to cool down she decided to go to Brussels for a while and have an affair with the German Prince who happened to be the guy in charge of ruling over the Spanish Netherlands (no biggie).

Julie D’Aubigny, La Maupin, the most badass swashbuckler of 17th-century France, did eventually settle down a little, returned home to Paris, reunited with her husband, resumed her career as the star attraction of the Paris Opera. She died in 1707 of unknown causes at the age of 37, living fast, dying young, and leaving a good-looking corpse.

thegreensage: stefanhayden: This is Rear Admiral Grace Hopper....

Wed, 23 Jan 2013 08:01:03 +0000

thegreensage:

stefanhayden:

This is Rear Admiral Grace Hopper. She worked for UNIVAC in 1949 who made some of the first computers ever. In 1951 she discovered the first computer “bug.”. In 1952 she had an operational compiler. “Nobody believed that,” she said. “I had a running compiler and nobody would touch it. They told me computers could only do arithmetic.”

You might not know what a compiler is, but it’s the reason you have an Operating System with programs on or a phone with apps. There would be no Windows or Apple or facebook or twitter or tumblr without her.

Today 14% of engineers are female. Some thing when wrong. Grace Hopper is a BAMF and more people should know.

GRACE HOOPER ROCKS!!!

Hero.

anndruyan: siderealsandman: So she became Secretary of State...

Wed, 16 Jan 2013 22:06:05 +0000

anndruyan:

siderealsandman:

So she became Secretary of State instead

Hero.

When does she get to be president?

Update 25

Sun, 13 Jan 2013 13:02:53 +0000

So, this is not a flattering photo. Oh hai, there, double-chin.

I’ve actually done two jogs since my last post - I should have posted for the other one, but I am a bad Ro. The first job was a short run into work, after which I had a pain in my leg that stopped me from jogging for a few days - do NOT want to get injured again - I *think* I’m better, now.

Today was a proper jog - a full half hour. Not as fast as the one last weekend, but steady. Again with the trying not to injure myself.

I’m also thinking of trying a new squats thing a friend put me on to: twohundredsquats.com . Basically, it’s like Couch to 5k, but for squats. You’re meant to move week by week through a plan that will take you to 200 squats at the end of 6 weeks. I did the initial test today and came out as ‘average’. So tomorrow I’ll start on the first week. I don’t know if I’ll actually have time to do this, so I may stop, but I’ll let you know how I get along, and it might be a good thing to do if I get injured again and can’t run.

Measurements

Bust: 42”

Waist: 35”

Hips: 40”

My waist is currently the same size my bust used to be. SO DEPRESSING.

Oh well, not giving up.

Update 24

Sun, 06 Jan 2013 17:00:45 +0000

Hi guys! It’s been a while, I know, but I decided that two months of resting my foot after breaking my toes was long enough. Also, you know, New Years’ resolutions and all that. I still want to become like unto a superhero, and I don’t count not-running-because-you-broke-your-foot-by-high-kicking-an-armchair as giving up. Also? It had the positive effect of making me stop trying to run with shin-splints, which I am pleased to report have entirely cleared up.

I actually did my first run on Friday, where I ran into work - only about a 10-15min run when I go directly, which I did, as I wasn’t sure what my fitness level would be. Also, I was late. It was surprisingly easy and I was totally buzzed the whole morning. But then in the afternoon I got depressed because I’m out of my meds and I tried to make an appointment to see my doctor, and he’s not available until the 17th and it takes the surgery 2 working days to process a prescription and I knew I was gonna go a bit mad and shitty without them. So I went a bit mad and shitty and I wasn’t up to photographing myself and making a post by the time I got home.

But the good news is that I found a small supply of pills yesterday, and I’m feeling just a little better, now, and after a nearly useless day I managed to get up and do my run. I ran for a whole fucking 30mins. And it waseasy. Not only like I’d never stopped, but actually better than when I last ran (probably helped by not having shin splints. I felt like I could have just kept on running. Except I have other things to do today, so I didn’t. Also, I was sweaty and cold.

Here’s my victory pose:

Usain Bolt’s like a superhero, right?

Incidentally, if anyone fancies controlling what I do, submissions of poses to my ask box are totally OK. Rad, even. Except for stereotypical female superhero poses (you know the kind I mean) I won’t do those. Fresh inspiration is always welcome, though. I quickly get through the poses I can think up on my own.

But back to my fitness. I’m pleased that I can now comfortably run for 30mins. This is a basic requirement of zombie apocalypse survival, so I’m really pleased to find I still have it under my belt. It may not reach the criteria for superhero status, but it’s a start.

On the other hand, you can see from the photo that I now have quite a belly on me. Basically I only exercised my arms for two months and I ate MORE shit because I was feeling stressed, and THEN Christmas happened… Yeah. I have never weighed more than I do now, and even if it’s clear that some of it is muscle, some of it is also clearly fat.

Measurements

Weght: 11st 8lbs (I was 11st 10lbs on Friday :( )

Bust: 42” (43” on Friday !!!)

Waist: 35” (35.5” on Friday

Hips: 40” (39.5” on Friday ???)

So, you can see some stuff has shifted around, but things are still basically Not Awesome. I am pleased that my base fitness is still with me, though, and look forward to taking my body back over the next few weeks.

latxcvi: Superhero candidate: ACCEPTED.

Wed, 26 Dec 2012 11:40:53 +0000

latxcvi:

Superhero candidate: ACCEPTED.

guerrillafeminism: During WWII, Irena Sendler, got permission...

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 11:29:29 +0000

guerrillafeminism:

During WWII, Irena Sendler, got permission to work in the Warsaw ghetto, as a Plumbing/Sewer specialist. She had an ulterior motive.

Irena smuggled Jewish infants out in the bottom of the tool box she carried. She also carried a burlap sack in the back of her truck, for larger kids.

Irena kept a dog in the back that she trained to bark when the Nazi soldiers let her in and out of the ghetto.

The soldiers, of course, wanted nothing to do with the dog and the barking covered the kids/infants noises.

During her time of doing this, she managed to smuggle out and save 2500 kids/infants.

Ultimately, she was caught, however, and the Nazi’s broke both of her legs and arms and beat her severely.

Irena kept a record of the names of all the kids she had smuggled out, in a glass jar that she buried under a tree in her back yard.

After the war, she tried to locate any parents that may have survived and tried to reunite the families.

Most had been gassed. Those kids she helped got placed into foster family homes or adopted.

In 2007 Irena was up for the Nobel Peace Prize. She was not selected. Al Gore won, for a slide show on Global Warming.

In MEMORIAL - 65 YEARS LATER

You don’t really get that much more like unto a superhero than that.

nestofstraightlines: Alanna of Trebond. (Or of Olau and...

Mon, 26 Nov 2012 17:26:12 +0000

nestofstraightlines:

Alanna of Trebond.

(Or of Olau and Pirate’s Swoop, depending)

To go with my Daine, this is another Tortall badass from the pen of Tamora Pierce.

Not how I saw her, but I like it. Alanna is TOTES a hero. She didn’t just pretend to be a dude so that she could be a knight, she practiced extra at night to build up the muscles she needed to compete with the boys (as it’s harder for women to put on muscle).

Alanna is awesome.

Also? Magic. Which makes her a superhero, too!

star-spangledpanties: I just want to say that this is why...

Fri, 23 Nov 2012 20:33:26 +0000

star-spangledpanties:

I just want to say that this is why minority representation in the media matters. Mae Jemison was inspired to become an astronaut after watching Nichelle Nichols as Uhura on Star Trek.

Uhura: hero. Nichelle Nichols: human being with worth beyond value.

megsokay: davebluvband: life: dreammason: Margaret Bourke...

Tue, 20 Nov 2012 08:00:56 +0000

megsokay:

davebluvband:

life:

dreammason:

Margaret Bourke White. Just doing her job.

Just another day in the life of Maggie the indestructible.

Maggie Burke White. Man, oh man, Maggie Burke White.

She was in my picture book of heroines that my mom gave me when I was ten!!!

Yes, I had a picture book, or rather a glossy anthology of essays about inspiring and groundbreaking women in history when I was growing up and IT WAS THE BEST. It was my favorite book next to the D’Aulaires’ Book of Greek Myths I stole from my older sister (because she never read it and I think ownership of a book passes to the person who reads it more).

The funny thing about the book is that everyone thinks my mom gave it to me with some sort of feminist motive, but she actually just picked it up with a stack of other books she found on a dollar cart and I snatched it from her and never gave it back.

Oh, God, I was such a weird feminist child, railing against the inequities of the Girl and Boy Scouts when I was 8 and telling other kids at lunch about Margaret Bourke White.

I have been introduced to a new hero.

(Sorry there’s not much fitness news on this blog atm. The broken toes are still preventing most everything.)

beingashadowmoth: Marks of Contact Shiim, one of the two...

Sat, 17 Nov 2012 16:36:18 +0000

beingashadowmoth:

Marks of Contact

Shiim, one of the two fundamental Marks, is a blow delivered with the edge of the blade. It usually inflicts superficial wounds, but if you have any opening in battle you should be quick to seize it.

Shiak, the second fundamental Mark, pierces an opponent with the blade’s point. Preferred for its precision, it is a Mark that indicates you are in control of the blade and the Force is in control of you.

Sun djem, as you read under Form II, can disarm an opponent by destroying his weapon or forcing him to drop it.

Cho mai is more direct. It severs the weapon hand entirely, leaving your opponent alive but unable to continue the fight, and is thus a merciful conclusion to battle.

Cho sun removes the entire weapon arm at a point above the elbow on most humanoids. Not as precise as cho mai, it will nevertheless end a battle quickly.

Cho mok severs a different limb, such as a leg. Maiming of this nature should be done only if an opening exists and you do not think you can otherwise win the fight.

Mou kei is a forbidden variant, literally meaning “to dismember.” It involves the act of cutting through several limbs at once. You should never need to use mou kei against a living being given the many alternatives.

Sai cha is the act of cutting an enemy’s head from his shoulders. It is never the intention of a Jedi to extinguish a fellow life, for even the worst of us exists as a luminous being in the warmth of the Force. But when required, a lightsaber can also kill. If a shiak thrust through the heart cannot be done, this is the preferred method for a fatality.

Sai tok slices an entire body into two halves. This act is rightly considered barbaric and evidence of the furious emotions of the dark side. Unless you’re fighting droids, no student of mine should ever use sai tok.

-The Jedi Path: A Manual for Students of the Force

Jedis are a type of hero, so this is relevant to my interests, even though I don’t have a lightsaber and am not actually intending to fight crime with violence.

Also, I know it’s relevant to some of your interests.

dglsplsblg: Shirley Chisholm Shirley Anita St. Hill Chisholm...

Thu, 08 Nov 2012 08:00:59 +0000

dglsplsblg:

Shirley Chisholm

Shirley Anita St. Hill Chisholm was an American politician, educator, and author. She was a Congresswoman, representing New York’s 12th Congressional District for seven terms from 1969 to 1983. In 1968, she became the first African-American woman elected to Congress. On January 25, 1972, she became the first major-party black candidate for President of the United States and the first woman to run for the Democratic presidential nomination.

“I want history to remember me not just as the first black woman to be elected to Congress, not as the first black woman to have made a bid for the presidency of the United States, but as a black woman who lived in the 20th century and dared to be herself.”

Wow - I never even heard of this woman. HERO.

rosalarian: jlnicegirl: So I would just like to take this...

Wed, 31 Oct 2012 16:01:24 +0000

rosalarian:

jlnicegirl:

So I would just like to take this moment to say that firemen are fucking superheroes. They are regular people who go into burning buildings and save every life they can. Even animals. It’s the best.

When my house burned down, I was afraid the firefighters would be like “We got better things to do than find your cats, lady,” but they totally did go out of their way to find them, and brought them out in little cat sized oxygen masks wrapped in towels. They said most of them have pets, and they know how important it is. Pic #6 might be the cutest picture ever.

Fire-fighters: superheroes.

Friends don't let friends high-kick the armchair

Tue, 30 Oct 2012 21:00:44 +0000

So there I was, waiting for the kettle to boil, feeling bored. But unlike most similar times when I would take the opportunity to do some reps with my weights, I decided to do a high-kick. That’s right, a high-kick. Sometimes I just do them for fun because they are superheroic and stuff.

Unfortunately, it seems I misjudged the proximity of the armchair, and this was the result. It’s actually worse than it looks. The bruising goes all the way around the back of my little toe. It’s most likely broken, not that a doctor can do much about broken toes, from what I hear.

So anyway, I can barely walk on it, so I don’t think I’m going to be running 5K next week :(. Other than that, I’m fine. I mostly just think it’s pretty funny and that I got what I had coming to me.

rhube: eschergirls: euniko submitted: interesting...

Fri, 26 Oct 2012 08:01:00 +0100

rhube:

eschergirls:

euniko submitted:

interesting references

Some pretty interesting fighting poses to look at, for those interested in some references. :)

These are FANTASTIC.

Reblogging over here because this is what I want to look like. (Only, you know, without actually fighting anyone.)

Update 23

Thu, 25 Oct 2012 17:16:22 +0100

This is my Aqua-woman pose. Yeah, baby! Excuse the state of my hair. On the plus side, I should wear this outfit more often. I did not look that thin in my swimmimg costume. *shudders*

The pool wasn’t as jam-packed as last time, but there were still an uncomfortable number of hard-bodies floating (haha) around. I choose to regard them as my future. That’s what exercise can do for you! Maybe my measurements aren’t changing much yet, but I can feel the muscle under the blubber. It is frustrating for progress to be so slow, and to not see my image changing much from update to update, but I’m trying to tell myself that this will be a useful reminder of the importance of patience should I ever need to do this again.

O’course, the intention is to stay fit for the rest of my life, but it’s not like I haven’t fallen off the wagon before.

I did 60 lengths today, which is 1,500 metres. I half hoped I could manage 80, but I’m not fast enough to do that in an hour yet, and my shoulders had started to hurt a little by the end, even if the rest of my body was willing. Still, I think 60 is respectable - it’s 20 more than last week :D

Measurements

Weight: 11st 6lbs

Bust: 42”

Waist: 34.5”

Hips 40”

Not pleased that my bust is going up rather than down, but given that I feel like I have weight-loss boob-droop, I’m going to attribute that to building muscle. No real movement on weight, but at least I’m not back up at 11st 9lbs, which came as a bit of a shock, being the heaviest I’ve ever been.

The 5K is not far away, now. I’ve been resting my legs for a couple of weeks, but I think I’m gonna have to try some running at the weekend. I’m hoping that the swimming will have been keeping my cardio up, but it isn’t really the same.

That’s about all I have to say for now: toodle-pip!

ultharkitty: deathcomes4u: snarg: when skinny people call themselves fat and you’re heavier than...

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 19:37:51 +0100

ultharkitty:

deathcomes4u:

snarg:

when skinny people call themselves fat and you’re heavier than them

Screw that, I just go with

This used to piss me off, until I lost a load of weight and it did fuck all to solve my self esteem and body negativity issues. It made me realise that when a thin person calls themselves fat, it might be thoughtless, annoying and feel like a judgement on everyone who isn’t as thin (and on you in specific because you’re within earshot), but it’s probably not that person judging everyone bigger than them. It’s more likely that they’re holding themselves up to a standard that they’d never apply to anyone else, or they have body dysmorphic issues.

And they may well be overweight even if their weight or size would not be overweight on you. People are different sizes and shapes and it’s not body dysmorphia for someone you perceive as thinner than you to still be overweight for their body-type. (Which is also not to deny the credibility of body dysmorphia.)

This attitude is just so digusting and harmful. Gah! (The first two comments, not ultharkitty.) People become really viscious and unsupportive when they assume that one person’s battle with their own weight issue is really a comment about them. STFU and stop projecting! This attitude was really, really, hurtful and harmful when I was trying to lose weight last time. My journey was really long and really hard and entirely legitimate and all most people could do was level abuse because they perceived themselves as being fatter than me and how dare I be trying to lose weight if I weighed less than them? It doesn’t matter that I am shorter and smaller boned than most people - that I have NEVER been comfortably within the BMI for someone of my hieght (and yes, I know BMI is flawed, but it’s a convenient way of expressing the fact that I have never been all that thin, but I have nevertheless been subjected to this).

And when I finally succeeded all people could do was give me the evils and tell me I was never over-weight in the first place. Well, gee, just where did that stone and a half I lost come from? Funny how losing it didn’t make me under-weight.

And yet all the while people were doing this my family was telling me I was fat. It’s not just that my family are wrong, it’s that people who have the opposite attitude are just as bad.

Just Stop. Fucking. Judging. Other. People’s. Weight.