The Modern Feminist

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We are a group attempting to create a physical feminist zine (on real paper!) using Tumblr as one of our sources. We would love your stories about how you became a feminist and why you think feminism is important. If you like you can also include a picture of yourself as long as you don't mind it appearing in our zine, just so we can show the diversity within feminism. We want to show the world that the common, negative perception of feminists is a myth, and that we come in all shapes, sizes and sexes. Anyone is welcome to contribute, whether you have a vagina or not! Additionally we should note that we have sex positive ideas and lean towards equality feminism.

--Edited: As of now the zine is on hold, but this tumblr will continue to collect stories until its resumed. In the mean time, this will be an active space where amateur feminist ramblings are spewed, and such.

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A little something about aging

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Last week my friend and I were taking a trip to the grocery store, as she drove I was touching up my eyeliner in the car mirror when I noticed that I had a slight wrinkle under my eye. Being 21 years old, my immediate instinct was to internally panic, and as soon as we got the grocery store I abandoned my mission of finding vegan cookies and dashed to the beauty aisle. While I was looking at the anti-wrinkle creams (priced at $15 or more) I decided to do some Aisle 4 soul searching. My first question to myself was “what are you doing?”, and really what was I doing? I am a feminist, and a body acceptance advocate, why did a slight change in my skin cause me to abandon rational thinking and consider paying $15 for an anti-wrinkle cream? Even though I know the bullshittery of the beauty industry, I had considered this because I have been programmed from a young age to fear aging. Beauty ad’s always rave about products that stop the signs of aging, television characters have break down’s on their 30th birthday’s and runway models retire at 18. When you are bombarded by all of these things since childhood, it’s hard to reverse your mindset. So when I saw a small wrinkle I wasn’t upset over the wrinkle, I was upset over the notion that I was losing a small part of my worth. This was a pretty heavy discovery to happen in a grocery store, but once that hit me I felt better. I put down the $15 eye cream, and realized that I didn’t need it because changes in skin will not make me feel like I am losing my worth. I will proudly wear any wrinkles that life throws at me because aging is not something to prevent, hide, or reverse, it is something to celebrate. Celebrate another beautiful day lived, another year of lessons learned, and celebrate the wisdom you’re gaining. The only reason aging became a bad thing was because companies decided to make products to ‘fix’ it, the moment something claims to ‘fix’ something then there is the assumption of a problem. If lotions fix aging, then aging is a problem. The next time you feel badly about any feature you have (whether you have wrinkles, or cellulite or stretch marks) remember that these are not ‘flaws’, they are simply a part of your body and were dubbed flaws by people who want your money. This rant is getting a little long, but it was just something I wanted to address here.

(source: themodernfeminists)

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