Happy Valentine’s day my lovies! Spend the day with someone you love. Whether that be a romantic partner, a family member, a friend, a pet, but most importantly, yourself. Spend the day in the bath with some chocolate and your favorite record on. Spend the day in those nice panties you’ve been saving for that date and drink whine and write poetry.
Make sure you remind your thighs and tummy and arms and hips and whatever else that you love it. Appreciate the amazing things your body lets you do.
Have a wonderful day of love!!
Now that we’ve demonstrated that I am wildly liberal and politically angry, back to our regularly scheduled artwork. Thank you for bearing the brunt of my art block.
This is an amalgamation of two things: my need to see body diversity in art, and my recently discovered love for poster making. I never understood why ‘thunder thighs’ was an insult. It sounds powerful to me. Reminiscent of an almighty, unstoppable ruckus in the clouds, a veritable fucking rock show of giants, Bikini Kill on amps the size of mountains.
Thunder thighs, huh? I can dig it.
print available here: society6
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