The Circus. But Bree, the circus is so cool! Or have to wear tight collars, muzzles, or get zapped with electric prods, bullhooks and other painful tools. Killer whales performing! They are ripped away from their families many of which are killed in the process of capture and forced to live in concrete swimming pools and perform stupid tricks for their entire lives which, when kept in captivity, are very short. You know what is cool? David Blane shooting himself in the mouth!
Swimming With Dolphins at some shitty resort. But…Dolphins are smart and friendly and they love it when I kiss them. First of all, how do you think those dolphins got to said shitty resort? Have you seen The Cove?
Consider checking it out. Dolphins, when kept in captivity, experience extreme depression, anxiety, and fear some dolphins even commit suicide!!! So why do they look so happy to see me?
Because they are slaughtered if they do not do what we want them to. Horse racing. I know, I know, if you boycott the racetrack, then wear will you wear your big, fancy hat? How bout at the casino! Look stylish while betting on things you still have zero control over! A lot of horses are on drugs. A lot of horses die at the races. Can you imagine? Plus, they are whipped to the finish line. Bottom line: gross.
The Rodeo. Did you know that they use horrible torture devices to rile up the animals? Here are the events that happen after:. Calf Roping: a mounted rider yanks a calf into the air by her neck, slams her into the ground, and ties her legs together. During this performance, calves may cry out if they can breathe , defecate from fear and stress, and suffer neck injuries and death. Steer Busting: a rider ropes a steer with such force the steer flips in the air. The injury and death rates are so high that the Nevada State Veterinarian has condemned the practice.
Steer Wrestling: in this event the steer endures a high level of stress and can suffer ripped tendons, sprains and bruising, and even a broken neck. Bull Riding and Saddle Bronc Riding: bucking straps, electric prods, and spurs are used to hurt the animal and aggravate him into reacting more roughly than he would naturally.
Horse-drawn carriages. Plus, where do they go at the end of the day? Who is taking care of them? If you have anything else to add to this list, please do so. I recently did a photoshoot for a site called Me in My Place. Real women in their own place. Not too crazy and just a pinch of naughty…. By creating evocative and alluring portraits of women with body types that have traditionally been left out of mainstream media, Me In My Place is redefining a genre that has been over-run with unrealistic expectations of what it means to be beautiful.
One of the greatest achievements of the project has been the ability to empower women to control the conversation about sex appeal and body confidence. This site is basically beautiful and tasteful photographs of women of all shapes and sizes chilling in their homes —— NAKED.
Or half-naked. Or a bra and underwear. I dig that. I truly believe all bodies to be magnificent. Our bodies are the capsules of our spirit, heart, and breath. They are the very thing that holds us together, which is why I believe nobody should ever be ashamed of the skin they live in or the amount of space their bodies do or do not fill in the universe. Boy or girl.
Smart or stupid. Pretty or ugly. Labels force us to be who everyone else wants us to be instead of allowing us to be who we actually are.
To define a something as a flaw is to deem it as an imperfection. Self-hatred is worse than an internet troll. An internet troll is a stranger who calls negative attention to the parts of yourself that you despise. Self-hatred believes every word of it. I suffer from anxiety, which sometimes leads to bouts of intense depression. That mixture of mental illness, insecurity, and the gross things people have said to me over the internet, has caused me to do some horrible things to my body over the years. Things I refuse to do to myself now. Which leads me back to why I did this photo shoot.
People will question my need to take off my clothes on the internet. I actually have no excuse not to accept myself now. My image is not going to change, no matter how many times you tell me to alter it or how many times I decide to actually alter it. When I look at these photos, I see a sexy woman who is confident in both her body and her sexuality.
I hope you see that too. I trusted a photographer to capture my body in a way that would make me take a step back from my own self-doubt, and he did just that. I love the way I look in these photos. Plus, they let me pose with diarrhea on my butt in some of the pics, which is a huge win for me! Feels good to get that all off my chest.
My parents raised me to be kind to others, to always fight for the underdog, and to stand up for the things that matter most to me. A lot of the time, we allow labels to limit both strangers as well as the people we love to words that define specific characteristics or small pieces of who we actually are. The noh8campaign represents a big part of who I am and what I stand for! They promote marriage equality, anti-discrimination, and most importantly, they promote LOVE.
I posted this poem on Youtube a while back and forgot to post it on Tumblr. I get really sad sometimes. When I get really sad I think about my two options: 1. Fake my own death or 2. It equaled apples, peaches, pumpkin, chicken pot pie, cutie pie, pie hole, bye bye Miss American - pie It made zero sense to a zero like me. If I am greater than X, than Y did we break up? The number of seconds it took for our blazing bodies to collapse onto grass, or sand, or mattress Fingers in mouths, fingers in noses, fingers in toasters, fingers inside everything but text books.
The number of pills I took to stop banging my head against the wall because I was so sad about numbers. About a year and half ago, I got really sad again. I always thought I was sad about numbers but now words? That girl sounds a lot better on mute.
This girl is dumb. Get a nose job, get a boob job, get a better job. Kill yourself. They say Sticks and stones may break your bones but words can never hurt you. Words are what made me pick up a knife, and I held it to my throat in a moment of weakness.
And I imagined those faceless people, the ones that were tearing me to shreds, and I thought Who hurt them this badly? This was never even about me! Why are we all so nauseatingly affected? Words, both callous or cordial, are just words.
The number of laughs my sister and I shared as we ate pie straight out of the garbage can at 1am. I reply with this: The left side of my brain departed from the station traveling at a speed of 65 miles per hour. Later, The right side of my brain departed from the station traveling in the opposite direction of the left, it was going 75 miles per hour.
After the left side had traveled for one thousand seven hundred and eighty days, it was only a few miles away from the right side. How long did it take for both sides of my brain to man up and get back on those pills?