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This is NOT an accurate representation of different body styles. This is an example of ONE body type in different colors. This is what society thinks we should all look like.
This ad single handedly explains why I hate Victoria’s Secret and all of their advertising campaigns. They are not advertising to women. They are advertising to men and thus pressuring women to look like the women their husbands, boyfriends, and lovers are lusting after.
This is not okay.
This is not okay.
This is not okay.
This is not okay.

This is NOT an accurate representation of different body styles. This is an example of ONE body type in different colors. This is what society thinks we should all look like.

This ad single handedly explains why I hate Victoria’s Secret and all of their advertising campaigns. They are not advertising to women. They are advertising to men and thus pressuring women to look like the women their husbands, boyfriends, and lovers are lusting after.

This is not okay.

This is not okay.

This is not okay.

This is not okay.

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music-sav3s-liv3s:

alwaysfindloveforyourself:

You’re standing there waiting for your favorite band. They were scheduled to go on at 8, it’s 8:03. You know it’s going to happen but it still catches you by surprise. The lights go down and a deep bass note, one so deep you feel it in your chest, rumbles from the speakers. Then it happens; everyone rushes forward, pushing the air out of your lungs. Then all that matters is that band and knowing that everyone is just trying to get a little closer to a band they love just as much as you do. Everything is perfect. 

I will always reblog this

music-sav3s-liv3s:

alwaysfindloveforyourself:

You’re standing there waiting for your favorite band. They were scheduled to go on at 8, it’s 8:03. You know it’s going to happen but it still catches you by surprise. The lights go down and a deep bass note, one so deep you feel it in your chest, rumbles from the speakers. Then it happens; everyone rushes forward, pushing the air out of your lungs. Then all that matters is that band and knowing that everyone is just trying to get a little closer to a band they love just as much as you do. Everything is perfect. 

I will always reblog this