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One milkshake, two straws.

@milkshakeshame / milkshakeshame.tumblr.com

Passionate lover of creamy frozen beverages, performing arts, group fitness, Boston Terriers, video games rated E for everyone and the beautiful city I call home, Austin, TX.
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"Why don't you just..."

Any completion of this sentence will likely result in a punch to the face. From me to you. xoxo

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Beauty privilege is very real. None of us are imagining it, and if we aren’t born genetic lottery winners, our only option is to compensate with style, grace, and charm. Of course, none of that shit comes cheap. That’s kind of the whole point. It’s all meant to be aspirational and exclusionary. We’re supposed to feel depressed by our skin, agitated by our bodies, and anxious about our invisibility. That’s the insidious subtlety of social control. The worst part is that we know in our rational minds that it’s all bullshit, and yet we’re still plagued with self-loathing when we can’t live up to unattainable beauty standards. No matter how much self-acceptance we achieve, we can still look in the mirror and instantly catalog all the things about ourselves that we don’t think measure up. It’s maddening. It makes us feel like hypocrites even though it’s not our hypocrisy.
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