We have these standards because we see men as individuals and other women as competitors.
“WELL, I THOUGHT THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SUPPORTIVE GROUP, BUT NOW I SEE PEOPLE FOR WHO THEY REALLY ARE. I’M LEAVING BECAUSE I DON’T NEED THIS NEGATIVITY IN MY LIFE. ALL I EVER WANTED WAS SUPPORT BUT I JUST GOT JUDGMENT. THIS JUST ISN’T THE GROUP I THOUGHT IT WAS. GOODBYE, LADIES.”
Like manna from heaven this hashtag is giving us life. Here are our favorite tweets:
I do not tell him that I feel uncomfortable in my own body, trapped by the breasts and hips and stomach and thighs. He blankets his body with mine. He wouldn’t understand.
“I don’t care what you think of me, unless you think I’m awesome. In which case you are right.”
How often do we not say I’m sorry? How often do we just say it so we won’t have to feel sorry in the first place?
Why, why in God’s green and vast and beautiful earth, would you want to murder pussy?
“Love does not appear with any warning signs. You fall into it as if pushed from a high diving board. No time to think about what’s happening. It’s inevitable.”
I am no more sexually available—I am no sluttier—in my shortest skirt than I am in my baggiest sweats.
Women are incredible. Remember that.