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and like. do we have to keep gently phrasing things to protect naturally-thin people's feelings. in my life it has never been fashionable to be fat. "fat" is still a bad word. there has never been institutional power pushing people to gain weight; no trillion-dollar industry to "fix" skinny people. a larger body type has never been over-represented in models, influencers, celebrities. sure, people might say "i'm worried for your health," but they do it with respect and gentleness, like they're talking to a scared deer.

every single fucking time i talk about this, i have to be so careful with what i say, in case i offend even one skinny person. it is just true that skinny people have social capital across many cultures. there is a reason you almost never hear someone say "i wish i was fat," but you will constantly see people say "I wish i was thin." and yet inevitably some skinny person will tell me: i thought you wanted body positivity. it is the same fucking attitude as when a cis man says "when you say men have power, well, i've been bullied for being a man. i thought you believe in mental health awareness. don't you know men have a higher suicide rate?"

two things can be true at once: your experience being bullied for being thin was terrible. and people with larger bodies probably have it worse.

i have been big and small. i know many other people who have been big and small. trust what i'm about to tell you: being small is much easier. the world is kinder to you. people treat you better. honestly, this pattern occurs pretty much regardless of gender - my guy friends have confided that they'd rather be bullied for being thin than be bullied for being fat. if you're skinny, the pressure might be to gain weight, sure, but it's often to do so in a way that keeps you skinny - to gain muscle, specifically.

thinness is seen as innate and natural, genetic. whereas carrying any fat - that is a moral failing. it is assumed to be related to your character, your personality. i have seen people equate it to discipline, to hygiene. that bias is why we need to talk about this.

- it’s fun to be awake & in an upright position

- consciousness is a gift

You can come into my inbox with demands any time lol.

Heres a snippet of a Frank Castle x reader fic me and @hellilovedit are collaborating on hehehe 🤩

“You okay, sweetheart?” Frank asks, a low rumble compared to the surrounding shrieks of joy and pounding tennis shoes running house-to-house high on sugar. “Awfully quiet, hm?” With a squeeze to your hand in his. “Talk t’me.” 

You glance up at him, startled out of whatever thought had carried you away.

Your eyes soften when they land on him. A smile tugs at your mouth. 

"I'm okay."

Frank narrows his eyes immediately. "That's not an answer."

"It is." You protest.

"It ain't." He argues right back. 

A quiet laugh escapes you. The sound settles somewhere deep in Frank's chest.

You look ahead again, watching a cluster of children sprint across a lawn toward a house decorated with glowing ghosts.

"I was just thinking."

"Dangerous." He teases. 

"Frank."

"What?" He shrugs. "You start thinkin' too hard, next thing I know you're reorganizin' the kitchen at midnight."

You bump his shoulder. “Yeah that was one time, okay? And you never let me live it down!”

He grins.

For a moment neither of you says anything. You just walk.

Crunching leaves.

Distant laughter.

The rustle of Opal's costume wings every time Frank shifts her higher against his chest.

Finally, you speak.

"I was thinkin’ about this. Us. The three ‘a us I mean."

Frank blinks. "What ‘bout us baby? Everythin’ okay?”

Your heart softens at the worry in Frank’s voice. “Yeah everything's great actually. Just... thinking about..this." You gesture vaguely. "The neighborhood. Halloween. Opal passed out on your shoulder."

Frank's grin widens.

Then you continue. "And you."

Frank swallows. “Me?”

"You're a good husband."

Frank makes a face. " I feel like ..I ain't sometimes."

"You are." you pause.  "And you're a wonderful father."

"Now you're definitely lyin'."

You laugh again and smack his arm. He never could take a compliment. 

“I’m serious.”

The sound rings through the autumn air, that sound that Frank chases every day of his life. 

Frank looks at Opal, then back to you. His smile sharpens. 

His girls, his whole world. 

Marvel Swimsuit Special: Brand New Beach Day #1 (2026)