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I am Panda an aspiring fashion designer. This blog is for my sketches, WIP's, and finished projects. Feel free to look around!

Also introducing Tiger my business partner and one of my best friends.
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Another one of the prom dresses. This one is a Mermaid.

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My adorable under classmen asked me to make their prom dresses for nest year. They decided they’ll all be mythical creatures. This one is the Phoenix dress.

Fat Anorexics
Some: But fat people can't be anorexic, the DSM says so.
Others: But what if the DSM's wrong? It's been wrong before. Many times. Disastrously so.
Some: It's not wrong this time. Fat people aren't anorexic. The idea of fat anorexics is laughable.
Others: Can't fat people -- and in fact, many do -- exhibit the same behaviors as anorexics (like hating their bodies and starving themselves)?
Some: It's not the same.
Others: Why not?
Some: ...
Some: ...
Some: Fat people should hate their bodies. Fat people are icky and deserve to starve!
Others: There it is.
Dear White Peeps

thisiswhiteprivilege:

Stop asking us questions. No more questions.

No more

  • “how is this racist?”
  • “is this racist?”
  • “How do you feel about x?”
  • “How do you feel about y”
  • “Well is it racist when a, b, c?”

Do you not see how this is exerting privilege? Especially when you literally have the world at you fingertips and can find anecdotes, studies, journals, pictures and everything your lil hearts desire about your questions.

anotherlgbttumblr:

wolvensnothere:

ikenbot:

Melissa Harris-Perry’s open letter to Steubenville survivor

So much respect for that.

Well, at least one 24-hour news reporter got it right.

If you have a moment, read the letter as a whole:

“Dearest Beloved Girl,

This letter is an apology. An apology for being an adult who has failed to make the world safe for you. Because you should be safe. Even when you make the sometimes stupid, often naive choices that teens make, you should be safe.

Your vulnerability should not invite assault and attack of your body or your spirit. And so I am sorry, because we have failed to teach your male peers that they have no right to touch you without your consent or to use you to meet their needs or to discard you if your victimization does not fit their life plan. I am sorry we have failed you.

This letter is also a note of gratitude for your willingness to report this crime, to take the stand, and to endure the viciousness hurled at you this week. I know the words that run in a loop in your mind. Don’t tell. If you tell, no one will believe you. If you tell, everyone will think you are a whore. Sometimes he is the one who says them first, spewing the words like mold spores that grow in the darkness of your silence. Sometimes it’s your own voice telling you, I can’t tell. No one will believe me. It’s the reason 54%of survivors never report the assault. It’s the reason I kept my secret for nearly a decade. But not you, beloved. You demanded the right to be heard.

You may have lost your voice that night, but you found it again when you told the truth–even though you knew, didn’t you? You knew just how relentlessly they would try to silence you. You knew that neighbors, and friends, and even members of the national media would mourn the loss of your attackers’ football careers more than the loss of your innocence. You knew that even those who claimed to be sympathetic would pass along the pictures of your assault with a tone deaf voyeurism that seeks to make you a thing instead of a person. I think maybe you knew, or suspected these things, but you spoke out anyway.

And that…that is astonishing. And I want to say thank you, because you did what so many of us never find the strength to do. You spoke for yourself. You spoke for the 44% of rape victims who are under 18–and you spoke for my 14-year-old self, who still hears that threat echoing in my head, “Don’t tell. No one will believe you.”

So, this is my apology and this is my gratitude. This is me saying, “I believe you.”

And I believe you are inherently valuable. Not as a character in some grotesque news cycle where your assault is all we know, but as a girl with hopes and dreams and ambitions and vulnerabilities and so much more growing up to do. I never need to know your name, but I need you to know you are not alone. Surviving is not a single occurrence, it is a lifetime of making choices that honor you and your right to speak. You have begun surviving. You will continue surviving. And if you ever get down, or wonder how you will go on, take out this letter and read it to yourself.

I believe you.

Sincerely,

Melissa

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I remade it. The elastic isn’t as tight as the last one but it’s a lot prettier. It’s 8 in x 29 in . 

" Weight and body oppression is oppressive to everyone. When you live in a society that says that one kind of body is bad and and other is good, those with “good” bodies constantly fear that their bodies will go “bad”, and those with “bad” bodies are expected feel shame and do everything they can to have “good” bodies. In the process, we torture our bodies, and do everything from engage in disordered eating to invasive surgery to make ourselves okay. Nobody wins in this kind of struggle. "
—Golda Poretsky (via lovethyfatness)

(Source: embracefreespo)

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I think this is what you were looking for right? 

So instead of doing homework I do this. It’s not particularly neat or good looking cause it’s for me. But I love it! It’s approximately 7.5 inches X 22.5 inches. It is currently holding 68 color pencils but i’m sure I can fit more comfortably. (seriously I put like 80 in there and it still had room to spare)