Whoopi Goldberg, New York, 1987 by Herb Ritts
In the fashion world “urban” is code for “stolen from black people”.
What? My boobs are great.
See? Perfectly fine.
I mean, yeah, they jiggle and wobble and don’t sit high up on my chest. But that’s normal.
Like what do you think I should do about it? I mean
My boobs just do normal boob things. They’re A-okay normal healthy boobs.
Moral: Boobs are really diverse. Do your boobs sag? Normal. Do they have hair? Normal. Do they have stretch marks? Normal. Do you get pimples on them? Normal. Are they different sizes? Normal. Big nipples? Normal. Puffy dark areola? Normal. Not facing dead ahead? Normal. Small? Normal. Big? Normal. Normal Normal Normal.
And they’re your boobs. If you can change any of those things and you want to, go ahead!
But don’t let people tell you that your breasts are wrong just because they’re affected by gravity.
You’re fine. They’re fine.
I love the body positivity my friends have
If you haven’t seen this, it’s gives a whole new perspective
it’s truly amazing how some white women get so threatened when a black woman is shining.
y’all say male egos are weak, but let’s try the ego of a white woman when a black woman is garnering a lot of positive attention.
watch how suddenly they want the rules to change. gone is the solidarity that a woman’s body is her own, oh no, not for black women. now she needs to cover up and speak less.
SAY THAT SHIT
Testing the out Wacom’s Android tablet.
I think I found my new illustration style.