I am not Mike Brown. I am white. I am middle class. I am female. I am small. I am not considered a threat. When police see me they see someone who looks like them. They see their mothers, their daughters, their sisters, themselves. I am not at risk of being shot by police for existing while black. I am not at risk of being shot while unarmed. I am not at risk of being shot while armed with nothing more than a BB gun. I am not at risk of being shot for reaching for my wallet. I am privileged.
But I am outraged. And if you aren’t outraged, then you aren’t paying attention. This is America in 2014. This is our reality. It’s so easy to get jaded and to ignore these atrocities, to act like this doesn’t affect us. It’s so easy to get apathetic. In the past it was the youth who protested. Where is the rage of the youth? Where is our rage?
Like I said, I am not Mike Brown. But I am outraged.
This is the episode in which Mollfie’s evil clone goes around terrorizing the local townsfolk and the real one has to get to the bottom of this conondrum
What if I’m the evil twin?
DUN DUN DUUUUN
Apparently I’m doing a terrible job of it.
I downloaded snapchat and my username is taken…
I don’t know what I specifically do, if anything, but I know that I try to not eat a lot of sugar, I try not to have too much salt, I drink lots of water and tea, I don’t eat a lot of dairy and I have soy milk in drinks, I go swimming once a week, I’m on my feet a good 24+ hours a week at least and I already have pretty decent core muscles anyway which helps hold it all in. I also try not to overeat, which is easier said than done.
My weight likes to sit on my hips/under my naval and my bum so I tend to also pick jeans etc that cover that, which I think makes my stomach look smaller than it is. It does stick out a bit, I swear!
Aaand, I’m trying to be more body-positive in general. I’m sure you’re adorable.