The name is Flor (as in Flower). Proud Chicana/feminist. I promote body positivity. Happily taken. I'm from sunny southern California. I am a Bio major at Cal State University San Bernardino. I'm currently minoring in Chicano Studies, but biology is sucking my life dry. My aspiration is to some day become a medical doctor in family practice; I'm still light years away from that. Simply, I'm a college nothing.
I tend to post things that amuse me. I also blog my feels. I do not apologize for anything "offensive." Feel free to follow me, OR unfollow me; whatever floats your boat. Hopefully my seemingly mundane blogs can paint together a portrait of who I am to you.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
This is how I felt this past week with my parents trying to impress our Saturday dinner guests.
(Source: forever90s)
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To say that I’ve gotten here on my own is an understatement. You have been the pillar to everything I’ve accomplished in my life. You taught me from the beginning to not be “just another statistic,” to not let boys “bajarme la luna y las estrellas,” and you’ve taught me that beauty is not the definition of my worth. You are a fierce, strong woman; the first feminist in my life. You never take anyone’s shit, but you always give your heart to those you love. I know I can be moody. I know that in the past we’ve had our huge disputes, but you seem to manage to forgive me each time and you continue to believe in me. I love you more than you can ever, ever imagine. You carried me in your womb for nine months during a time in which you had to work at a factory, during a time that you couldn’t afford food except top ramen. During a time in which my father was injured and unemployed and you worked your beautiful ass off to support your family. You braved raising us in a home where you were the “arrimada” and my father’s family treated you like crap. I love you, because you did all that for me without even seeing me. I love you for all those times I come home crying to you because school kicks my butt, because my job is unfair.
God, I just love you to pieces. Happy Mother’s Day to the strongest woman I know.
Oh, my stars and garters!
PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW ME, YES, I AM TALKING TO YOU!
I’d appreciate y’all’s input, but I’ve been wanting to post nude-ish pictures of myself, since this is where I “express” myself in many aspects… including my body. Now, I trust y’all aren’t sleazy ass perverts that will use my pictures for nasty ass shit, or that you’ll have a huge problem about it. But if you are/do… well
I’ve mentioned before that I don’t apologize for anything that I post, well I still abide by that. But I’m nice enough to give you a heads up in case you are uneasy about nudity. So don’t be surprised. I’ll mark em’ as “read more” for your convenience.
Last one for tonight. :) A little self love ne’er hurt anyone!
But sometimes I can rock the pudge pretty well, don’t you think? #fatgirl #selflove #ireallyamtrying
Sometimes I hate this shell, but I got to try and love it anyway. It’s the only one I have and I need to treat it well. #bodypositivity #selfloveisalongprocess #imworkingonit
Because telling fat people that they are in fact humans that deserve dignity and respect automatically means you’re ~*GLORIFYING OBESITY*~
By the way, don’t dribble on to me saying you worry about a fat person’s ‘health’. That’s just a bullshit excuse to voice your unwanted opinion on a fat person’s body considering you wouldn’t give a single flying fuckadoodle about someone’s health if they were skinny. Besides another person’s health is none of your damned business anyway. Run along now and preach to a choir that actually cares.
I’m going to be honest, so long as you’re not hurting anyone, you can eat soy sauce and milk duds all day long for all I care.
thank you so much for this comic imp.
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