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People are full of sh!t

It's funny how people who are the standard don't speak out against things like colorism and body shaming until it has a negative impact on them. How many of our lighter skinned brothers and sisters used to (and still do when they think no one is watching) laugh at jokes when they were aimed at darker skinned people? How many skinny and/or in shape women laugh at jokes when bigger women are the target?

 But as soon as a darker skinned person brings up colorism, it's "oh in school people called me red bone or yellow." Or as soon as a plus size women brings up her being body shamed and how women our size are not the standard of beauty, skinnier and/or in shape women want to discuss how someone called them small or skinny or bean pole even. Now you want to discuss body shaming, sis?

This is why I think so many people are full of sh!t. If you are standard and have laughed at those of us who the world doesn't see as conventionally beautiful because of our shape, size, and skin tone, then you don't get to try to use our for real, every day struggle to talk over us.

A lot of you are just full of sh!t and hate for those who haven't been considered the standard to get any kind of recognition or shine. It's just like when "others" cry about reverse racism. There is no such thing. Hurt feelings do not equate to the absolute diminishing of a person as a human being because they don't fit what the world in general consider beautiful or attractive.

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