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"Image Credit: Carol Rossetti

When Brazilian graphic designer Carol Rossetti began posting colorful illustrations of women and their stories to Facebook, she had no idea how popular they would become. 

Thousands of shares throughout the world later, the appeal of Rosetti’s work is clear. Much like the street art phenomenon Stop Telling Women To Smile, Rossetti’s empowering images are the kind you want to post on every street corner, as both a reminder and affirmation of women’s bodily autonomy. 

"It has always bothered me, the world’s attempts to control women’s bodies, behavior and identities," Rossetti told Mic via email. "It’s a kind of oppression so deeply entangled in our culture that most people don’t even see it’s there, and how cruel it can be."

Rossetti’s illustrations touch upon an impressive range of intersectional topics, including LGBTQ identity, body image, ageism, racism, sexism and ableism. Some characters are based on the experiences of friends or her own life, while others draw inspiration from the stories many women have shared across the Internet. 

"I see those situations I portray every day," she wrote. "I lived some of them myself."

Despite quickly garnering thousands of enthusiastic comments and shares on Facebook, the project started as something personal — so personal, in fact, that Rossetti is still figuring out what to call it. For now, the images reside in albums simply titled “WOMEN in english!" or "Mujeres en español!" which is fitting: Rossetti’s illustrations encompass a vast set of experiences that together create a powerful picture of both women’s identity and oppression.

One of the most interesting aspects of the project is the way it has struck such a global chord. Rossetti originally wrote the text of the illustrations in Portuguese, and then worked with an Australian woman to translate them to English. A group of Israeli feminists also took it upon themselves to create versions of the illustrations in Hebrew. Now, more people have reached out to Rossetti through Facebook and offered to translate her work into even more languages. Next on the docket? Spanish, Russian, German and Lithuanian.

It’s an inspiring show of global solidarity, but the message of Rossetti’s art is clear in any language. Above all, her images celebrate being true to oneself, respecting others and questioning what society tells us is acceptable or beautiful.

"I can’t change the world by myself," Rossetti said. "But I’d love to know that my work made people review their privileges and be more open to understanding and respecting one another."

From the site: All images courtesy Carol Rossetti and used with permission. You can find more illustrations, as well as more languages, on her Facebook page.

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Frank Ocean | Wisemen

“Frank Ocean wrote a fantastic ballad that was truly lovely and poetic in every way, there just wasn’t a scene for it. I could have thrown it in quickly just to have it, but that’s not why he wrote it and not his intention. So I didn’t want to cheapen his effort. But, the song is fantastic, and when Frank decides to unleash it on the public, they’ll realize it then.”

— Quentin Tarantino explaining why he didn’t use the song in “Django Unchained.”

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Guess who’s ill yet again

I’m ill.

I got sent home from work cos even with my full face of slap on, It was obvious I was very poorly.

I hate being ill, but I hate being ill and alone more.

I remember the last time I was really ill, I had someone taking care of me, reminding me to eat and generally not taking any of my bullshit.

I had to force myself to leave the house this evening to go eat cos despite taking four doses of medicine, I had somehow gone the whole day completely forgetting to eat.

I’m not old enough to take care of myself, why do I think I’m an adult? 

All I want is for someone to show up at my house with a warm body, some tissues that wont hurt my nose (I think I’ve bruised myself cos I’ve been blowing my nose non stop for three days) and a flask of hot tea.

I’m an overgrown baby.

I had to ask to get the flu and pneumonia jab ‘cos it’s clear my body loves to betray me and since I keep getting sick every month, something had to give.

theijeoma:

my grandpapa don dey old oh! 
a hundred years e no be joke oh!
my grandpapa no get e class
he prefers everyone but his own children
him get big e big e house
but we dey sleep for gutter
but my grandpapa don dey old oh!
a hundred years e no be joke oh!”

One of the best songs ever made about Nigeria by someone in my generation. This is the kind of track Fela would have been so proud of. Perfect description of the state of Nigeria.

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galaxie-rot replied to your post “Victim Blaming”

wow, all those men are pieces of shit. i’m sorry you had to go through that :(

I honestly felt so angry but I like the fact that I know it’s cos they’re all idiots. I know not all men are that foolish and that’s probably my only source of joy. Thank you sis :)

grassfedbitch replied to your post “badass-bharat-deafmuslim-artista replied to your photo “Bubble tea -…”

LOL omg at Yaya for still claiming she’s 5ft 9.

She cussed me out so much then infected me with her flu all because I reminded her that 5’8 should not be taller than 5’9 unless she’s actually 5’7 LMAO!

I laughed so hard. I swear best thing we’ve ever learnt is that you’re taller than her. Let’s bring her down to human levels :D

I’m really a twelve year old child. Honestly. However, my mommy said I’m gorgeous so I don’t care!!!! ☺

I’m really a twelve year old child. Honestly. However, my mommy said I’m gorgeous so I don’t care!!!! ☺

Lianne La Havas - Same as me

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Victim Blaming

I went to a very shit bar last night.

There was some proper useless weirdness before I ended up there again but I wont get into that.

The first time I walked in, the music was shit, the staff delivered poor service and the clientèle were rude and annoying as shit.

I left and reluctantly went back after my friends coaxed and apologised to me.

When we got back in there, the music got a bit better but was too fucking loud to make sense. That put me off the place completely but I still stayed cos the owner was apparently a friend of a friend. Two seat moves after, I was beginning to settle into the spirit of a mediocre night out when the suya came out (honestly they have THE BEST suya I’ve ever tasted in London.) I perked right up and placed my order but after an hour had to cancel it cos the waiters had obviously forgotten me despite sitting directly outside the kitchen door and in their line of sight…

Anyway, there was another cook/waiter fucker that was touchy feely with my friends they hated it but just shrugged it off. I wasn’t in his line of passing so he couldn’t touch or talk to me  - I was incredibly happy about that.

One time, I went to the bathroom and when I came back, was standing opposite where I’d been sitting so in the line of path of traffic and felt someone deliberately poke my butt. I turned immediately to see who it was and saw it was the touchy feely fucker.

He just walked off like nothing happened, did not acknowledge it one bit. I sat down for about five minutes debating with myself if that really just happened. Of course I knew it did but I was so shocked and so angry. I told one of my friends and told her I was going to tell the owner, she said yes I should and that the old fucker had grabbed another friend’s butt that same night!

I told my second friend who also agreed that I should tell the owner and called him over the next time he walked past us.

As soon as he came to me, I told him to caution his staff as I did not understand why I was being harassed by one of them. He asked what happened, and I told him and he asked me to identify the person. He brought the fool round and I repeated the statement - he touched my butt and walked away and the fucking twat denied it (as expected).

The owner however turned to me and said the guy would obviously not do it and I was mistaken and that got me really riled up. I asked him if he was calling me a liar and why I’d want to lie about that. My friends and I then told him that he had done the same thing to another friend. Luckily the other friend came back in at the same time and someone must have told her what the discussion was about cos she went to him and told him the fool also grabbed her.

He came back to me saying sorry, he would talk to him but my night had been ruined.

We spent about thirty more minutes in there and I got really angry and we all decided to leave.

As we were leaving, he came back to me to say sorry and I told him i didn’t want his sorry, I just wanted him to listen to me before blaming me for the shit that happened. He started asking me what I wanted him to do and that he had taken notice of it and warned the man but I told him he only had to listen to what I said before he started insinuating I was lying. And I reminded him that if my friend hadn’t come out too, he was prepared to ignore my complaint.

He said the man was an old man so he can’t just fire him. I told him I’m disappointed in him and his business and I’m never coming back to the place again. He said that’s fine but he’s saying sorry.

The whole conversation then started to really piss me off and irritate me and I said bye and told my girls I was done and we walked off.

I really fucking hate the way men will defer to protect each other before considering the validity of a complaint.

There were many layers to the interaction with the owner. I was not dressed for a night out, I do not fit beauty ideals, I really was not dressed to attract untoward attention from anyone. Earlier in the night, he tried to joke about how I speak twice and I shut him down on both occasions and my friend told him I rightfully said the ambience of his place was pretty shit the first time I walked in (extremely bad old school music kept starting and stopping blaring from one speaker at the very end of the bar which he actually admitted was right as the real DJ hadn’t started playing yet). 

But I was a paying customer, he could have listened to me; but no. Blame first, ask questions later.

I really fucking hate men sometimes. 

It’s no wonder I’ve lost all my libido, I can’t be attracted to people that don’t value me.

collections that are raw as fuck ➝ elie saab f/w 2014-15

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badass-bharat-deafmuslim-artista replied to your photo “Bubble tea - my addiction with some mad woman’s hands. In her words…”

your nails look so cute! love the color and the shape of ur nails.

Thank you! but that’s @tyrabanksonabudget ‘s nails

@darkgirlswirl replied to your photo “Boobies, waffles and coffee. But of course.”

and my invite?

You’re always invited lover!

sugahwaatah replied to your photo “Boobies, waffles and coffee. But of course.”

A+++ i was too lazy to come out and even now i only want my bed

Why didn’t you pick your phone? she was making noise about being 5’9 again. I needed back up.

Boobies, waffles and coffee. But of course.

Boobies, waffles and coffee. But of course.

Liar - Lianne La Havas

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Bramble for her, horse neck for me. She only drinks sweet drinks, so sweets all around.

Bramble for her, horse neck for me. She only drinks sweet drinks, so sweets all around.

Date with the bae @tyrabanksonabudget

Date with the bae @tyrabanksonabudget