Comments on: Feminists With Disabilities Love Their Bodies http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/ FWD (feminists with disabilities) for a way forward Thu, 30 Dec 2010 17:29:21 +0000 hourly 1 By: Beautiful Imperfect « Kilting the Kirtle http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/#comment-3177 Beautiful Imperfect « Kilting the Kirtle Sun, 22 Nov 2009 23:43:28 +0000 http://disabledfeminists.com/?p=504#comment-3177 [...] 22, 2009 by carterhaugh One of my favourite posts on one of my favourite blogs is this one. Some of the regular writers on FWD/Feminists With Disabilities discuss why thy love their bodies. [...] [...] 22, 2009 by carterhaugh One of my favourite posts on one of my favourite blogs is this one. Some of the regular writers on FWD/Feminists With Disabilities discuss why thy love their bodies. [...]

]]> By: Ouyang Dan http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/#comment-339 Ouyang Dan Sat, 17 Oct 2009 11:44:49 +0000 http://disabledfeminists.com/?p=504#comment-339 *hugs Wonder* Yay! Always good to see you around the 'tubes! *hugs Wonder*

Yay! Always good to see you around the ‘tubes!

]]> By: Wonder http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/#comment-295 Wonder Fri, 16 Oct 2009 21:15:07 +0000 http://disabledfeminists.com/?p=504#comment-295 my name is Wonder, and I love my body because it's mine. I mean, there are other reasons, but I've learned in recent years how variable they really are. Looks, ability, sexiness, even feeling good, those things are all great if and when they are working for me, but I realized a while back I had to find a way to love my body when those things aren't working for me, and that's where I landed. My body is mine. It's my home, be it ever so humble. my name is Wonder, and I love my body because it’s mine.

I mean, there are other reasons, but I’ve learned in recent years how variable they really are. Looks, ability, sexiness, even feeling good, those things are all great if and when they are working for me, but I realized a while back I had to find a way to love my body when those things aren’t working for me, and that’s where I landed.

My body is mine. It’s my home, be it ever so humble.

]]> By: Tera http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/#comment-282 Tera Fri, 16 Oct 2009 15:56:22 +0000 http://disabledfeminists.com/?p=504#comment-282 I love my pianist fingers, though I do not play. I love my John Waters moustache. I love the way the <a href="http://sweetperdition.wordpress.com/2008/03/24/sinister/" rel="nofollow">left side</a> of my body feels: <blockquote>"I’m sorry I let people who don’t know you tell me you what you are. They don’t know how good it feels to twist your fingers as hard as I can with my right hand, or to let them dangle in mid-air. They cannot feel the music in the ka-THUNK! ka-THUNK! ka-THUNK! when we walk together. They cannot know the way you feel to me, the way you affirm your difference from my right side in ways I can’t explain."</blockquote> There are parts of my body I don't love. I often think: "If my breasts weren't the way they are, a man wouldn't have tried to touch them." I'm working on this. I absolutely love this post, and all the responses. .-= Tera´s last blog ..<a href="http://sweetperdition.wordpress.com/2009/10/12/new-blog-of-awesomeness/" rel="nofollow">New blog of awesomeness</a> =-. I love my pianist fingers, though I do not play.

I love my John Waters moustache.

I love the way the left side of my body feels:

“I’m sorry I let people who don’t know you tell me you what you are. They don’t know how good it feels to twist your fingers as hard as I can with my right hand, or to let them dangle in mid-air. They cannot feel the music in the ka-THUNK! ka-THUNK! ka-THUNK! when we walk together. They cannot know the way you feel to me, the way you affirm your difference from my right side in ways I can’t explain.”

There are parts of my body I don’t love. I often think: “If my breasts weren’t the way they are, a man wouldn’t have tried to touch them.” I’m working on this.

I absolutely love this post, and all the responses.
.-= Tera´s last blog ..New blog of awesomeness =-.

]]> By: OuyangDan http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/#comment-270 OuyangDan Fri, 16 Oct 2009 07:00:25 +0000 http://disabledfeminists.com/?p=504#comment-270 I didn't contribute b/c I have been a little low on spoons... ... and... Well, I don't love my body...but <a href="http://randombabble.com/2009/02/10/my-erasure-from-history/" rel="nofollow">I am trying</a>. I am. I talk about body acceptance w/ anyone that will listen because I want to love my body too. And this post...right here...is why I love being a part of this blog. This group of women together recognizing that we have "imperfect" bodies and loving them anyway, even when they seemingly turn on us, brings me closer to that goal of loving myself. Because I have <a href="http://randombabble.com/2008/06/07/bc-you-never-know-a-quasi-confessional/" rel="nofollow">come a long, long way</a> towards loving my body. .-= OuyangDan´s last blog ..<a href="http://randombabble.com/2009/10/16/iraq-veterans-asked-to-seek-treatment/" rel="nofollow">Iraq Veterans Asked to Seek Treatment</a> =-. I didn’t contribute b/c I have been a little low on spoons…

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and…

Well, I don’t love my body…but I am trying. I am. I talk about body acceptance w/ anyone that will listen because I want to love my body too.

And this post…right here…is why I love being a part of this blog. This group of women together recognizing that we have “imperfect” bodies and loving them anyway, even when they seemingly turn on us, brings me closer to that goal of loving myself.

Because I have come a long, long way towards loving my body.
.-= OuyangDan´s last blog ..Iraq Veterans Asked to Seek Treatment =-.

]]> By: mouthyb http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/#comment-267 mouthyb Fri, 16 Oct 2009 05:10:47 +0000 http://disabledfeminists.com/?p=504#comment-267 I love how hard I have been to kill, how my body has survived being beaten, ODs and alcohol poisoning. I love the slight cant to the left I have from having my inner ear broken by a mugger and still being able to drive home, with blood coming out of my ear. I love the way my body clings to life, how hard it can be pushed and still let me keep breathing. My body is cranky, but tough. I love my freckled nose, my barrel chest and the strength in my fingers. I love the translucency of my skin, and the way my tattoos look like they were drawn on paper. I love the long blade of my nose and the way my lips are always wry when I smile. I love the way my hair falls down in long waves. I love how my mind is stubborn and rational and how I have a hard time ignoring the things which bother me, the way I turn things over and over in my mind until I understand them. I love how deep my voice is, how it can cut through conversation and how people seem to listen to it. I love the ridiculous strength in my body, the strength of my stomach, the muscles of which have been severed three times by surgeons punishing the unmarried pregnant woman. I love the color of my eyes, a weird shade of washed out green, gold and golden brown. I love the scar under my lip where I bit through it after my hand got stuck in the tracks of an automatic door, the scars on my hands from the jobs I've worked through the years. I love my breasts that hang a little from breast feeding, the way they mound up when I press my arms together. I love how much I can love to be touched, how I have learned to fold into people and be loved. I love that I can love all this, instead of wanting myself to be perfect, instead of bemoaning all the ways I am not. I really liked reading that post. I love how hard I have been to kill, how my body has survived being beaten, ODs and alcohol poisoning. I love the slight cant to the left I have from having my inner ear broken by a mugger and still being able to drive home, with blood coming out of my ear. I love the way my body clings to life, how hard it can be pushed and still let me keep breathing. My body is cranky, but tough.

I love my freckled nose, my barrel chest and the strength in my fingers. I love the translucency of my skin, and the way my tattoos look like they were drawn on paper. I love the long blade of my nose and the way my lips are always wry when I smile. I love the way my hair falls down in long waves. I love how my mind is stubborn and rational and how I have a hard time ignoring the things which bother me, the way I turn things over and over in my mind until I understand them. I love how deep my voice is, how it can cut through conversation and how people seem to listen to it.

I love the ridiculous strength in my body, the strength of my stomach, the muscles of which have been severed three times by surgeons punishing the unmarried pregnant woman. I love the color of my eyes, a weird shade of washed out green, gold and golden brown. I love the scar under my lip where I bit through it after my hand got stuck in the tracks of an automatic door, the scars on my hands from the jobs I’ve worked through the years. I love my breasts that hang a little from breast feeding, the way they mound up when I press my arms together.

I love how much I can love to be touched, how I have learned to fold into people and be loved.

I love that I can love all this, instead of wanting myself to be perfect, instead of bemoaning all the ways I am not.

I really liked reading that post.

]]> By: meloukhia http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/#comment-265 meloukhia Fri, 16 Oct 2009 03:45:39 +0000 http://disabledfeminists.com/?p=504#comment-265 I am loving the comments on this post. That is all. I am loving the comments on this post.

That is all.

]]> By: lauredhel http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/#comment-261 lauredhel Fri, 16 Oct 2009 02:37:38 +0000 http://disabledfeminists.com/?p=504#comment-261 I didn't contribute to this post originally because I've felt a bit at war with my body this week - we just came back from holidays, I'm very low on spoons, and it's hit my with a viral respiratory tract infection, so ... I couldn't quite come up with something in time. But I do love my body. Even while I'm battling this cold, I love that my immune system does its job, buzzing my temperature up to make life hard for the bugs, coughing them out, telling them "NO". I love that my body grew a whole kid from scratch. I love my breasts which have worked hard in their lives, I love my soft stretch marks. I love that my body tells its story, in the scars that testify to my survival in some rough odds, in the aches and pains that remind me of my sporting days, in the freckles and wrinkles. I love the soft tickly hair in my armpits, I love the silken skin inside my elbows and at the top of my tummy. I love my hands, that can touch type my thoughts and cook my food and comfort my child and caress my partner. I love my fingernails, which are strong and smooth. I love the tiny birthmark behind my knee. I love my tattoo, which reminds me my ability to set and meet my goals. I love my sense of smell, with which to mix my fragrances for soapmaking, or give warning of an environment of allergens. I love my myopic eyes, which are a window to my emotions, a clear blue when I'm happy but a dull grey when I'm not. I didn’t contribute to this post originally because I’ve felt a bit at war with my body this week – we just came back from holidays, I’m very low on spoons, and it’s hit my with a viral respiratory tract infection, so … I couldn’t quite come up with something in time. But I do love my body. Even while I’m battling this cold, I love that my immune system does its job, buzzing my temperature up to make life hard for the bugs, coughing them out, telling them “NO”. I love that my body grew a whole kid from scratch. I love my breasts which have worked hard in their lives, I love my soft stretch marks. I love that my body tells its story, in the scars that testify to my survival in some rough odds, in the aches and pains that remind me of my sporting days, in the freckles and wrinkles. I love the soft tickly hair in my armpits, I love the silken skin inside my elbows and at the top of my tummy. I love my hands, that can touch type my thoughts and cook my food and comfort my child and caress my partner. I love my fingernails, which are strong and smooth. I love the tiny birthmark behind my knee. I love my tattoo, which reminds me my ability to set and meet my goals. I love my sense of smell, with which to mix my fragrances for soapmaking, or give warning of an environment of allergens. I love my myopic eyes, which are a window to my emotions, a clear blue when I’m happy but a dull grey when I’m not.

]]> By: Tlönista http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/#comment-260 Tlönista Fri, 16 Oct 2009 02:15:40 +0000 http://disabledfeminists.com/?p=504#comment-260 I've come to love my body. My soft moustache, my big, beaky nose, my dry, chapped hands, my hardy feet. Most of all, my brain in all its various extremes. Serotonin fog and anxiety and utter isolation. The quick fierce high leaps when I'm thinking through a philosophical problem, using both wordless intuition and linguistic subtlety. The way my brain feels like it's button-mashing in Super Smash Bros. when I try to dance. I've learned how to read my body's signals, give it the food and rest it needs, how far I can push it...but I had to love it first. I’ve come to love my body. My soft moustache, my big, beaky nose, my dry, chapped hands, my hardy feet. Most of all, my brain in all its various extremes. Serotonin fog and anxiety and utter isolation. The quick fierce high leaps when I’m thinking through a philosophical problem, using both wordless intuition and linguistic subtlety. The way my brain feels like it’s button-mashing in Super Smash Bros. when I try to dance.

I’ve learned how to read my body’s signals, give it the food and rest it needs, how far I can push it…but I had to love it first.

]]> By: EKSwitaj http://disabledfeminists.com/2009/10/15/feminists-with-disabilities-love-their-bodies/#comment-252 EKSwitaj Thu, 15 Oct 2009 22:12:57 +0000 http://disabledfeminists.com/?p=504#comment-252 You know, I secretly (not so secretly now I guess) love the incredible clumsiness of my body. Sure, I sometimes wish I could've been a dancer or something like that (and falling sometimes hurts!), but I also enjoy the way it occasionally forces me to make a dramatic entrance or just to create an indelible impression. You know, I secretly (not so secretly now I guess) love the incredible clumsiness of my body. Sure, I sometimes wish I could’ve been a dancer or something like that (and falling sometimes hurts!), but I also enjoy the way it occasionally forces me to make a dramatic entrance or just to create an indelible impression.

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