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about-face: a reversal of direction, attitude, behavior, or point of view
(from Merriam-Webster’s Collegiate Dictionary, 11th Edition)
Everywhere girls and women look, they see messages about their bodies and their selves, telling them they must be tall, blonde, tan, and sexually available. In fact, a woman can rarely separate her feelings about her physical body from her self-worth, especially in our media-saturated society. And the messages even the youngest girls are seeing and hearing are skewed, sexualized, and sexist.
These messages — part of what About-Face calls the “toxic media environment” — are contributing to a host of girls’ and women’s ills, including low self-esteem, depression, persistent anxiety over weight and appearance, extremely unhealthy diets and exercise regimens, and eating disorders. All of these problems interfere with a woman’s ability to function to the best of her abilities.
About-Face equips women and girls with tools to understand and resist harmful media messages that affect their self-esteem and body image. They have three programs: Education Into Action media-literacy workshops; Take Action, which enables girls and women to develop and execute their own actions; and About-Face.orgAbout-Face is based in San Francisco, California (USA). At this time, their workshops and action groups reach throughout the San Francisco Bay Area.
Their goal is to imbue girls and women with the power to free themselves from the burden of body-image problems so they will be capable of fulfilling their varied and wondrous potentials.
They’re = They fucking are.
Their = Shows fucking possession.
There = Specifies a fucking location.
You’re = You fucking are.
Your = Shows fucking possession.
We’re = We fucking are.
Were = Past fucking tense of “are”.
Where = Specifies a fucking location.
Than = A fucking comparison.
Then = A point in fucking time.
When you haven’t been on tumblr in months.
That awkward moment when you realize you’re bipolar.
My name is Robin, a 19 years old musician, and my love for who I am comes from the journey I went through in high school.
I used to weigh 400 pounds, and I was tortured about it, but when I joined marching band and found supportive friends, I dropped 150 pounds and learned to accept the fact that I’m just a big, cuddly black guy who isn’t ever going to be skinny.
A lot of my “friends” weren’t so receptive to my new found confidence, so I lost a lot of people close to me, but it didn’t matter, because I found twice as many people who accepted me for the real person that I am. I also started growing my hair out the day I decided to drop the weight, and it’s been 2 and a half years rockin’ the ‘fro. I’m proud of myself for becoming stronger, both physically and mentally, and embracing my quirky weirdness that makes me myself!
