Content Note: Fat Acceptance, Disability Acceptance
(Is it only an "addiction" if it causes harm to my daily life? Until then, can I just call this Tumblr a guilty pleasure? While I keep recommending it at least once a month?)
This month's winner (as determined by me) because I'm so bloody sick of comic artists forgetting about Legs and Arms because they're not Boobs and Butt.
In other news, I actually walked into our local comic book store with Husband the other day because he wanted to buy new card sleeves for his Magic: The Gathering cards. (He's teaching me; I do a lot of yelling. Progress is being made.) Only it turned out that the tiny comic book store was packed because there was (coincidentally) an actual Magic: The Gathering informal tournament-meeting-thing going on there that night.
I've been house-bound for almost two months since the surgery and going to small stores filled with lots of strangers has begun to intimidate me even more than it usually does. (Target and Walmart are fine. Teeny-tiny comic book store where you basically have to brush up against 3+ people to get to the card sleeves in the back? Not fine.) And this isn't helped by the fact that I have hearing issues that boil down to "if there are 8 people in a room talking simultaneously, I can't hear anyone clearly, period" and when I can't hear, I bottle up even further lest someone try to talk to me and I'll have to fake my way through a one-sided conversation with grins and smiles and polite laughs.
So in trying to find something to make eye contact with that wasn't a person (who might then try to talk to me), I landed on this:
Yeah. (That link cracks me up, as it notes that her "'assets' aren't as in-your-face as they were in the comics". Great gravy, what does she look like in the comics, if that's the case?)
I love my body, at least as much as I can in a society that tries its best to shame me for being fat and invisible me for being disabled. But this sort of thing makes me uncomfortable, especially when I'm already anxious in a noisy crowd full of people who I secretly believe are all looking at me funny. (If they were, I'm sure it was because of the back brace and not because I fail to conform to Power Girl standards of beauty. But still.) I'm not uncomfortable because there's anything wrong with looking like this or with liking this. I'm uncomfortable because, as I panned my eyes around the comic store, this was pretty much the only way all the girl character statues looked. And the older I get, the less hopeful I am that there will ever be a major comic book character that looks, well, like me.
I now have no idea why I typed any of that, but I'm not deleting it.
RECOMMENDS! Ramble at will.