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Its been awhile since I've sat my butt down in front of the laptop to blog, but today I feel the need to vent.
My vent stems from the Calvin Klein "Plus-Sized" controversy. Honestly, I wanted to vent prior to this when I read some of the ridiculous comments regarding Meghan Trainor's song, All About That Bass.

Here's my first thought. Do you not have anything better to do? There's quite a few things that I think are worthy of gaining attention for women other than their size. I have weighed anywhere from 103 - 143 and guess what - it didn't change who I am as a person. My clothing size may have gone from a 3 to a 9, but I still had the same values and beliefs, and I continued to function in my life without any setbacks. My weight doesn't define who I am as a human being. Also, if you're not directly associated with me my life is really none of your business. I  think that most of the women that don't fit into your cookie cutter mold will tend to agree.

Save your thoughts on eating disorders because I feel you complaining about women sizes causes several disorders, which makes you part of the problem that your screaming about. How about using your voice for women in shelters that have been through horrifying situations. I'm sure their weight is not on the top 10 of their to do list. We have young girls and women being sold for sex slaves - Scream and complain about that!

Will there ever be a day when women will just focus on being a good example for our young girls by showing them how we can respect and empower each other? I don't care what color you are, where you come from, or what size you are. If you are living a life of good and not intentionally hurting anyone, I am proud of you.


Let's quit being petty and jealous, shall we?


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