I am a PR major at USC. I am 6', 162lbs and I train for races and obstacle courses. I will not pretend to be an expert on nutrition, weight loss, or training, but it is my passion. I love this shit.
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Eh, I don’t like when people be like “black girls watch out cause white girls getting booty these days” cause to a black girl’s ears it kinda sounds like “watch out because your only value is your fetishized body and once that’s gone you’ll truly be worthless”

Tonight was the first night that I had honestly felt scared and alone in such a long time. I had forgotten the feeling. Walking back to my apartment from the library, I wasn’t able to talk to my mom, R, S, or my dad. Dad had weird sleeping hours so when I was walking back alone from the gym or library between 10pm-1am, I would always call him and every single time, he would pick up. He was always working on his stamps or watching some documentary when I called. Recently, Ryan has been that person that I call. And every night he picked up the phone, until tonight. Tonight I walked home scared and crying, thinking about how I was unable to call my dad and talk to him about the paper I’m writing in our favorite subject, history. Why can’t I call him? Because he’s dead. He’s not here anymore. He’s fucking dead.

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Telling a young girl she can’t wear what she wants because it’s not appropriate encourages the idea that men’s reactions should dictate society’s norms, and that all women are meta-Eves, tempting and ensnaring men with our sultry-eyed gaze. My parents’ culture is steeped in patriarchy, in the philosophy of the one-step machismo machine, where there is just one kind of man, and two kinds of women: the angel and the whore. These limited ideas of masculinity breed men who want ownership of women. By Fariha Roison (via girl-violence)