since abercrombie an fitch destroys its unsold clothes and wont donate bc poor people wearing their clothes gives them a bad image i say everyone should donate as much abercrombie and fitch brand clothing that you have to homeless shelters so you can simultaneously piss off a shitty company and help those in need
just the girly things
who on earth coined the stereotype that girls are obsessed with changing clothes i’ve been wearing the same t shirt and pajama pants for two days now and the same bra for like three
OOH OOH I KNOW THIS ONE! so in the elizabethan era queen elizabeth couldn’t appear like she was having That Time of the Month in front of the male members of her court, and you bet your ass if she had to remain in the public eye while she was bleeding from the snatch then the rest of the female courtiers did too. because they didn’t have handy dandy tampons back in the day, they would basically shove a rag down there and inevitably bleed onto the inner layers of their clothes. she what did they do? changed clothes. about eight times a day to be precise, and they did that all month long, so none of the delicate male constitutions would be offended by unseen yet implied bloody lady parts. this is part of why fashion was such a huuuuuge cultural item (and the secondhand clothing industry was such a huge part of society) because they had to appear like they were just doing it out of vanity/showing off their wealth. this became pretty much the standard mode of behavior for ladies who had to be out and about during shark week, right up until some nurses realized that the specialized gauze pads they used to plug up bullet wounds would work great for other such bleeding holes.
so yeah if you were wondering why dudes think women change their clothes a lot its because they don’t understand periods.
It always comes down to men not being able to handle periods
stop telling girls with thick thighs that they shouldn’t wear light wash jeans because they’re “unflattering.” stop telling short girls that they shouldn’t wear high-waisted jeans because they make them look shorter. stop telling girls with big thighs to stay away from baggy clothes and boyfriend jeans. stop telling petite girls they can’t wear capris. stop telling telling tall girls to avoid wearing heels so they won’t “intimidate” people. stop telling skinny girls to only wear tops that give them the illusion of having hips. stop telling girls with big boobs to avoid shirts and dresses without a waist. stop telling chubby girls to stay away from patterns and horizontal stripes. stop telling girls with cellulite to wear long shorts. stop telling short girls to wear heels and vertical stripes to make themselves look taller. stop telling pale girls they can’t wear warm colors and stop telling dark girls they can’t wear cool colors. stop telling girls to be ashamed of their body type.
• you are strong
• you are valid
• no, your body looks just fine
• tomorrow will be better
• eat a snack
• drink water
• brush your teeth
• get up and stretch
• take a break
• text a friend
• make some tea
• listen to some music
• focus on your breathing
• you are allowed to eat
• go for a walk
• draw/doodle
• watch your favorite show
• play with your pet
• get in comfy clothes
• make a blanket fort
• take a shower
• organize your bookshelf
• dust your room
• you are not stupid
• you are important
• don’t pressure yourself
• you will finish your homework
• everything will get better
• it’s ok to be sad sometimes
• crying doesn’t make you weak
• go to bed early and get some rest
tomorrow will be better.
Life Hack: Instead of burning your ex’s clothes and contributing to global warming, give them to charity! You’re helping an organisation in need and are being a better human than they will ever be.
I am a woman,
not your toy.
I do not belong in your drawer of sex toys and scandals.
I may be a bitch, but I am not a dog.
So do not whistle at me.
Do not yell at me from across the street.
Do not touch my thigh and expect me to say thank you.
Do not shame me for my clothes, because I love the way I choose to express myself.
My eyeliner is for me,
My blush is for me,
My ravishing red lip color is for me.
So do not shame me for making myself feel contempt.
The length of my skirt is not an accurate measurement of the length of my self worth.
If you want to talk to me do it for my brains,
not to look down my shirt.
If you want to praise me do it because I deserve it,
not because you want to sleep with me.
I am not your English homework,
do not annotate me.
Do not comment on my weight, or my clothes, or my ass.
I am not your thing,
I am not anyones thing,
I am my own,
and I am a woman.
