I love my body. It’s a scrapbook of my heritage. I have my mothers eyes, my fathers nose, my grandmas figure, my aunts hands, my great grandmas waistline. If society has a problem with my body, it has a problem with my heritage. And that shit don’t fly with me. No one has the right to shame who you are and where you come from. That stuff is sacred in a mundane world dictated by fascist fashionistas who make their money off of tiny scraps of fabric and your low self esteem. Love who you are, Fuck the haters.
(via fuckyeahgirlswithtattoos)
