- Audre Lorde

yeah man. if standard beauty conventions ruled my life, based on both male and female publications, this is how things would be different:

• i would spend at least ten minutes caking things on my face in the morning.
• i would feel weird about having a “different” face when makeup wasn’t on it.
• i would feel weird about waking up with another person and not looking the same as i did the day before.
• i would have to remember to take off this face-cake before i go to sleep.
• i would have TWO DIFFERENT FACES. THAT IS REALLY WEIRD.
• i would probably make an effort to not wear my glasses and then lose the awesome ability to see average colors and text density with ease.
• i would have to be more concerned with “not wearing the same hairstyle that looks fine and works awesomely” every day. and be very unhappy while walking in the wind.
• i would probably spend some time styling my hair with some kind of heat-radiating device in the mornings. that means less time for me to do awesome-r things.
• i would feel a much stronger obligation to remove body hair even when no one would notice.
• i might have to care about getting a tan, or rather- not looking so pale.
• i would probably have to get a breast augmentation or deal with crippling body image issues (but fuck all of that negativity)
• i would probably not be as happy with my adorable, slightly squishy body.
• my feet and calves would be all sorts of fucked up from wearing heels and other feet-torture-devices
• i would feel the need to do all of these things to make myself wanted and desired by random men in bars and on the street or where-ever (like i owe them anything)
• instead of buying sweet handmade soap that smells like cherries and almonds or cake or bubblegum i’d probably be buying gross-smelling chanel “parfum” that doesn’t really smell like anything at all except alcohol-soaked…. flowers?
• i would actually have to dedicate brainpower, energy and effort to making sure my weight made me feel acceptable. that’s horrifying.
• and let’s be honest, i have never tried to restrict my food intake for any reason. i’d most likely develop some kind of lazy-way eating disorder. yay!
• at this point, i would probably feel like all of my efforts deserved something. attention, drinks, dinner- boring things. i would also hate myself by now.
• and finally, i would be a really boring, sucky human being. who the fuck can function when trying to keep on top of all this shit? as if taxes, bills and paperwork aren’t enough!
• oh, and if normal-nik saw hypersexualized-nik, she would probably vomit.

i think things are much simpler and better without that nonsense. and, if you happen to touch my face, you won’t be taking some of it with you afterwards :)

(Source: fuckyeahfeminism)