Put another fucking pit in front of my fucking door one more time and I trip and fall, I’ll break you.
This is killing a human life.
At 23 weeks chances are good that this fetus is being removed because it is:
a) Already dead
b) Suffering abnormalities such as it developed no brain, or had a serious genetic condition that would kill it quickly.
c) Was actively dying (not dead yet but would be within a few days, 100% guarunteed, 0 chance of saving it)
d) Was actively killing the pregnant person.
Late term abortions, as shown here, make up only 1.5% of all abortions. The above four reasons are the only reasons such procedures are performed. Almost every abortion performed after 20 weeks is done on a wanted pregnancy. So you know what that means? You’re calling people who miscarried murderers. You just implied people who had a miscarriage or would have died murderers. How dare you call yourself pro life for that.
Now for the fun fact: They used to use a different procedure for these abortions in which they removed the fetus intact and allowed these people to grieve for the intact fetus, have pictures, etc. Pro lifers decided people losing a wanted pregnancy should not be allowed to grieve an intact fetus and we were left with this.
Congrats. Your movement is the reason they use this one now when people lose a wanted pregnancy late into the pregnancy. Your movement is intentionally making it harder for people to recover from the lose of a much wanted pregnancy. It’s your movement who left grieving people with this instead of allowing them something easier to deal with, something that would let them hold their deceased fetus.
Congrats. If you think you were ‘saving’ something think again. You’re hurting born people. You’re hurting people who lose a wanted pregnancy by shaming this abortion procedure. And you’re movement is the reason this is procedure doctors are forced to use now. You’re probably an awful and mean person to tell people losing a wanted pregnancy that they’re killers.
ARE WE NOT GOING TO DISCUSS HOW SHE FOLDED HER HIJABS TO LOOK LIKE THE HAIR OF THE CHARACTER, THAT IS SUCH A LOVELY AND GREAT IDEA. OHMYGOD
this, this hijab twirling, this could be the new form of silently revolutionizing a place. because it essentially does the job that the hijab asks for, but mistreats it by braiding it like hair, and in so, appearing like how they may naturally be. so it’s bending rules, and I think it’s fucking cool, and if they wanted to do it, to change a culture, I think this might be a start (if said culture wants to be changed that is, I’m not advocating it, but I am saying, I suppose, that it is an act, or can be an act of rebellion that girls can use if they don’t like wearing it, and I think that Idea, that idea right there is the neates
Just as a heads up.
If I tag some stuff later where I say read more, I might start posting some risqué stuff. Just a fair heads up to the friends who follow me who may wish to not see that, here is your warning.
"Image Credit: Carol Rossetti
When Brazilian graphic designer Carol Rossetti began posting colorful illustrations of women and their stories to Facebook, she had no idea how popular they would become.
Thousands of shares throughout the world later, the appeal of Rosetti’s work is clear. Much like the street art phenomenon Stop Telling Women To Smile, Rossetti’s empowering images are the kind you want to post on every street corner, as both a reminder and affirmation of women’s bodily autonomy.
"It has always bothered me, the world’s attempts to control women’s bodies, behavior and identities," Rossetti told Mic via email. "It’s a kind of oppression so deeply entangled in our culture that most people don’t even see it’s there, and how cruel it can be."
Rossetti’s illustrations touch upon an impressive range of intersectional topics, including LGBTQ identity, body image, ageism, racism, sexism and ableism. Some characters are based on the experiences of friends or her own life, while others draw inspiration from the stories many women have shared across the Internet.
"I see those situations I portray every day," she wrote. "I lived some of them myself."
Despite quickly garnering thousands of enthusiastic comments and shares on Facebook, the project started as something personal — so personal, in fact, that Rossetti is still figuring out what to call it. For now, the images reside in albums simply titled “WOMEN in english!" or "Mujeres en español!" which is fitting: Rossetti’s illustrations encompass a vast set of experiences that together create a powerful picture of both women’s identity and oppression.
One of the most interesting aspects of the project is the way it has struck such a global chord. Rossetti originally wrote the text of the illustrations in Portuguese, and then worked with an Australian woman to translate them to English. A group of Israeli feminists also took it upon themselves to create versions of the illustrations in Hebrew. Now, more people have reached out to Rossetti through Facebook and offered to translate her work into even more languages. Next on the docket? Spanish, Russian, German and Lithuanian.
It’s an inspiring show of global solidarity, but the message of Rossetti’s art is clear in any language. Above all, her images celebrate being true to oneself, respecting others and questioning what society tells us is acceptable or beautiful.
"I can’t change the world by myself," Rossetti said. "But I’d love to know that my work made people review their privileges and be more open to understanding and respecting one another."”
From the site: All images courtesy Carol Rossetti and used with permission. You can find more illustrations, as well as more languages, on her Facebook page.
Oooh. I reblogged a partial version of this recently but I didn’t know how many more there were! I LOVE these!
OK SO THERE ARE TONS MORE OF THESE OF THE ARTISTS FB PAGE. GUYS THESE ARE AWESOME.
LETS APPLAUD CAROL ROSSETTI EVERYONE
That is an Orphan Black shirt at Hot Topic.
I might have gotten a bit too excited about seeing that on the wall.
My name is Katie B. I am 21 years old, I run a feminist fashion blog and I have a lot of hair. I’ve been following this blog for years now and I stand firmly in my belief that representation of all different kinds of bodies is beyond important. How are we meant to feel like our body is legitimate, or real, or good if we aren’t given access to different kinds of bodies?
Where does that leave us?
As far as I go, I can tell you this. I used to be bulimic, I used to struggle with my weight, I used to struggle with my body, I used to struggle with myself. And I still do. Loving your self is a process, and it’s not easy, and that’s what makes it a beautiful, beautiful process. We’re not going to wake up one day with a crispy clear idea of ourselves. And we don’t have to. Self-acceptance is less about telling yourself that you are a special wonderful flower, and more about being okay, and breathing, regardless of what’s in front of you. You will always have your breath,and as long as you breathe, you’re doing well.
I write a bit about body acceptance, curvy butts and’ throwing like a girl’ here in this blog post of mine! Feel free to come say hallo. You are all good, you are all really really good.
My measurements are 37-28-42. I am 5’4. But theres a limit to what this measures and what this means. I can’t measure my accomplishments, breaths and cups of tea with a piece of tape. And neither can you.
Love, Katie. xxx
This girl is what I wish I looked like.
In a relationship, you need somebody who’s going to call you out, not somebody who’s going to let everything slide. You need somebody who doesn’t want to live without you, but can. Not somebody that is dependent, but somebody who is stronger with you. A relationship is two people, not one.
Angelica & I are watching Baggage Claim, which is another of those ‘your true love was right beside you the whole time’ movies.
I lean over and take Angelica’s hand. “You know what this means?” She raises an eyebrow. “You’re going to end up marrying me.”
She raises her eyebrow yet further and says, “You going back to being a man?”
I grasp her hand a little tighter and say “Not a chance in hell.”