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“I wanted to say, ‘Hey ladies, you’re beautiful,’. Hopefully, this changes things and maybe it won’t change things, but I love it.” - Nicki Minaj on the Anaconda music video

Wait…when is anybody glorifying the less curvy body?

guurrrllll, they really are. and it catches you off guard, but its there

this is just a little sus. I want to fully agree but I’d love the musical references that support this claim :)

I feel like she was hinting at miley cyrus, iggy azalea, and other lames like them. i’m also thinking about how in her video, all of the women are curvy and thick in all the right places. i would love to have some big girls in there cuz dudes are glorifying curvy bodies, skinny bodies, but never fat bodies.

but ykno that’s my own agenda n such. 

"What is citizenship in a country that dehumanizes its Black citizens? What is “the right to be with our families” in light of the murders of Eric Garner, Renisha McBride, Rekia Boyd, John Crawford, Kimani Gray and many others? Did they not have a right to be with their families?" -Marybeth Onyeukwu By Marybeth Onyeukwu, http://www.dcij.org/2014/08/15/reimagining-immigrant-rights-remembering-mike-brown-renisha-mcbride-eric-garner-rekia-boyd-john-crawford-kimani-gray-and-countless-others/

For history, as nearly no one seems to know, is not merely something to be read. And it does not refer merely, or even principally, to the past. On the contrary, the great force of history comes from the fact that we carry it within us, are unconsciously controlled by it in many ways, and history is literally present in all that we do. It could scarcely be otherwise, since it is to history that we owe our frames of reference, our identities, and our aspirations. By James Baldwin, “Unnameable Objects, Unspeakable Crimes”

I’m so en-captured, got me wrapped up in your touch
Feel so enamored, hold me tight within your clutch
How do you do it? You got me losing every breath
What did you give me to make my heart bleed out my chest? By Latch by Sam Smith