Of course, the ultimate moment of being Female in Public comes when a woman, deep in thought, is told by a strange man to SMILE. (And this happens only to women.) Gentlemen, let’s get this straight. There is no part of my body that belongs to you, not even my facial expression.
From a devastating essay from Laura Lippman, author, about what it’s like to be a woman in public.  (via emilyvgordon)


I am the fat friend.

I am the sexiest friend, no matter what I wear, because I am the curviest.

I am the oldest looking, even if I am actually the youngest in the group. 

And it doesn’t matter how bad I see myself, I always stand out. It can be both a blessing and a curse.

But it doesn’t have anything to do with how I look. It is because of who I am, and to be honest, I don’t think anyone can carry my skin the way I do.