#tw: fat shaming

[diejager]

Can you do a chubby reader? Asking for me 👉👈

Unconditional Cw: body shame, fluff, protective Gaz, self-hate, tell me if I missed any.

You often wondered to yourself why Kyle was still with you, someone unlikable, someone unfitting of the universal standards, someone so clumsy and so self-conscious —someone so fat. You weren’t like him, an adonis walking in the human world, his beautiful brown eyes, so warm and adoring, his smooth skin in the prettiest shade of chocolate that had you salivating and his smile, oh did it make you swoon, eager to drop on your knees for a man like him to give you a second of his attention.

Yet you wouldn’t have to beg for him, to drop to te ground with pleas when he already did it, whispering lovely things to you while he kept his eyes on you, never fleeting towards anyone else as if you were his whole world —you were. He loved you; he adored you, willing to do anything for a smidgen of your time, a small, tender smile of your pretty lips, the softness of your thighs and your warm body, always keeping him safe in the cool, winter times. He made sure to voice his devotion, speaking loudly and proudly how he loved you, unbothered by the venomous and envious stares of picture-perfect women with a model-like complexion. You held a piece of his heart as much as he had yours.

You told yourself that you were just lucky to find yourself someone so accepting, and he would tell you that this was fate, that he was bound to find you and fall head over heels for you despite your imperfections and queerness. He placed you on a pedestal that he was unwilling to let you move from, the shining star in his life, the gem in his eyes. He was chivalrous, a gentleman in today’s standards, treating you so well and confessing his love whenever he could. He took you out and fought to pay for you, reasoning that he was better paid than you and that he had to since he was the one who invited you (despite your exasperated complaints about wanting to repay him without depending on him soo much).

Perhaps that’s why your appreciation bloomed so brightly in your heart in moments like these, his beautiful face screwed in an offended frown, brows pinched and lips curled down. He showed his annoyance through small ticks: gritting his teeth, playing with his hands or jerking his foot beneath the table, but they were so small, inconsequential that most people ignored it for his pretty face.

“Hey, is this seat taken?” The woman - stranger - who’d approached your table looked like a model, a slim hourglass bodice, swaying breasts and round hips. She walked with confidence, her face curled with an air of sensuality and pride, so sure of herself when she had a perfect body.

Despite Kyle’s unamused expression, his eyes dulling, she fluttered her lashes, beating her long, doe extensions, expecting him to tell her what she wanted to hear. She’d probably been given everything she’s ever wanted, using her seductive appearance to garner attention and material with lower men, lonely and tired men, but Kyle Garrick was none of them, he was soft, he was gentle and he was sympathetic, much more human than people would give him credit for, for being a SAS soldier.

“Yes, sorry,” his tone was mellow, hiding well his distaste for her blatant ignorance of you, pushing you aside to make herself the center of his attention. She liked basking in attention. “I’m on a date.”

Her expression tore between shock and offensiveness, hardly containing her scoff when she glanced at you, chubby cheeks, round eyes and softer curves than her sharpness. Her narrowed eyes and little sneer made you flush in embarrassment, the shame boiling in your guts with a destructive self-consciousness about your weight and appearance. You avoided her gaze, preferring to stare at your fumbling hands, fingers knotting together in a mix of anxiety and hate. Kyle caught that.

“Are you-”

“I bloody am,” it was blunt, coldly snapping at her. It shocked the both of you, your demure boyfriend changed for something vicious and guarding. His usually comfortable and easily-approachable character became tall and imposing, someone you wouldn’t want to anger as he completely ignored her in favour of reaching out for you, taking your hands in his soft and warm ones. “Excuse us, but we have places to go.”

Rounding the table, he walked you out, arm wrapped around your pudgy stomach, the rolls plush under his hold, kneading your hip in soothing comfort. He leaned over to place a soft kiss on your forehead, smiling at your avoiding eyes, flushed and oh, so in love with the man you dated.

“Don’t worry, darling. You’re the only one in my eyes.”

He brushed away that pretty girl for you. It made your heart throb hotly, something warm weighing on your chest. It didn’t hurt, rather, it soothed your ache and fears, washing away the dark clouds of doubt and hate that hung over you.

Perhaps you truly were fated to be together.

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[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

In JJK the likes like Satoru, Mahito and Sukuna WILL fatshame chubby Darling, but Geto, I think, will totally do it too, as he is grown up, he became a lot meaner and petty and if you are not sorcerer it will tad worse for you chubby self

I had the dumbest thought of Mahito going "I can get rid of your excess body fat if you want! Here 😊" And he literally removes chunks of your fat and turns it into a Curse by imbuing your fear, pain, and body shame. Like it's a walking lump of fat just waddling around and bc it can tell it came from you it treats you like a parent. And Mahito has the gall to ridicule you for being so freaked out after he fucked up your body proportions and put your life at risk (imagine liposuction but without a sterile environment and no attempt at preparation or outpatient care). "Whaaat? You said you wanted to lose weight! I helped! It's a lot faster than dieting or exercise. And if you gain more weight again, I'll just make another one! It's a nice little incentive to not get that size again."

#tw: fat shaming #plus size darling #Mahito is best when hes fucking horrifying and inhuman #what the FUCK is empathy and compassion they sound cringe. look at the flesh monster i just made. lookit. #.jjk #.mahito #yandere jjk #yandere mahito #tw: body horror

[pastafossa]

Don't worry, ladies. The Men Designers have heard our cry for bigger better pockets, and have decided what we REALLY mean is that our tiny lady pockets make us look fat, so we still get tiny ass, useless pockets, BUT NOW THEY SQUISH YOUR PESKY BODY IN, YOU'RE WELCOME.

#tw: fat shaming #in other words i went jean shopping today #and saw this tag while shopping #and briefly went 'secret pocket???' like damn if i can't get bigger ones i'll at least take more #but no #because they have heard our cries for bigger pockets #and decided #that what we really want is SLIMMING pockets #YOU GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKERS I JUST WANT TO PUT MY PHONE IN MY POCKET #OR MY FUCKING KEYS

[holylulusworld]

TW: Anon hate

Dear pathetic anon in my inbox,

thank you for the laughter.😂😂😂 I really needed that.

I don’t know why you're having a problem with protected sex in fanfic (seriously??) ... but okay... 🤐 Being dumb is not a crime, I guess ... harassing people on the other hand is a crime...

Try and touch some grass yourself.

I never got cheated on in my life. It’s called imagination. My blog also mentions AB/O and I'm not an omega... And you should decide whether you believe I'm an old virgin or if my husband has cheated on me and my stinky pussy (she smells great by the way). You can’t have it all.🙃

An advice for the next time you want to send someone hate to criticize their writing and insult them:

The first thing you need to do is learn how to write a proper sentence.

Don’t send them word vomit. It is essential to use punctuation marks as well as capital and small initial letters.

If you hate my stories so much, simply stay off my blog and read something else.

It's not that hard acting like a decent person on the internet.

All you have to do is scroll past something you don't like.

#tw: anon hate #tw: anon trolls #don't be an askhole #tw: fat shaming #tw: virgin shaming #another askhole bites the dust #reported and blocked #I hope you choke on your dumbness #what a dumbass #go touch some grass

[dustylava]

Plump Y/n is doing the usual shopping in a regular store.

Some ramdom guy on the left, points his finger at Y/n and says to his girlfriend, with a figure like a Victoria's Secret model: "if you don't stop eating your fucking cinnamon buns, you'll be like her!"

The girl, first looks at her boyfriend with incomprehension, then looks at Y/n: "ugh, how disgusting... Okay, yes, you're right, need to stop with this. Let's go. What if fat is contagious..." Both laugh and leave.

This guy, having already moved away to a decent distance, loudly announces: "no normal man will have a boner for such squalor! Never!" Both, he and his girlfriend laugh out loud.

Y/n, who is already used to it: "oh, fuck, how original... Is there some kind of factory for stamping banal and identical insults?" Actually upset, but won't tell her husband.

Jesse, who installed all kinds of tracking and wiretapping devices in your jewelry, which he himself gave you, - well-well-well, everyone has different tastes. It happens, yes. Yes... - Already knows where this couple lives and what their dog's name is, - everything happens in life.

#laid to rest #laid to rest 2 #chromeskull #jesse cromeans #chromeskull x reader #chromeskull x you #jesse cromeans x reader #jesse cromeans x you #x chubby reader #x plus size reader #chubby #plus size #horror movies #slasher movies #slashers #tw: fatphobia #tw: fat shaming #movie

[taldigi]

#bun comix #digit's art tag #tw: weight #tw: fat shaming

[100yearoldcomics]

July 9, 1922 Everett True by A.D. Condo

[ID: Everett stands grumpily in a cigar lounge, talking to a man who lounges casually in an armchair. Both men smoke. The armchair man grins stupidly from ear to ear as Everett glares at him. /end] Armchair: Everett, how does it feel to be as fat as you are?

[ID: Everett sits down sideways on the armchair, on top of the man, his legs resting on the armrest. The man struggles uselessly to get out from underneath him. A spectator pokes his head into the panel to smile joyously at the scene. /end] Everett: I'll let you be the judge of that!!!

#newspaper comics #vintage #history #1922 #everett true #transcript available #1920s #tw: fat shaming #tw: fatphobia #everett true - patron saint of fat pride

[bradshawsbitch]

I'LL FIGHT HIM

that’s very nice of you but he’d probably kill you💀

#it’s just sad because I posted that pic in spite of me thinking I looked fat because I was just having such a great time #and now it’s ruined I feel #oh well #tw: fat shaming #alex answers

[burningchandelier]

Oh wow the fans are really on one today, huh?

I am a lifetime survivor of bullying, first and foremost based on my weight (because bullies are unoriginal and weight is the easiest target) and I'm here to tell you this:

Fuck the fuck off if you're in anybody's business about their body. Be it positive, negative, or anything in between. Nobody needs or wants your opinion. Go the fuck away. -signed, a fat fuck who fucks fatly

#yes you can reblog no matter your size #tw: fatphobia #tw: fat shaming #tw: weight mention #tw: body talk #fat positvity

[muffinrecord]

Oh boi i sure do love it when stories have fat shaming :)))))

#Magia Record #Muffin Record #Mixed Summer! #Rena & Kaede Swimsuit Alt #tw: fat shaming #Muffin Liveblog #Rena & Kaede (Swimsuit ver.) Magical Girl Story Liveblog

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Oikawa can go from cold and sadistic to sweet and cuddly so fucking fast with his chubby Darling, man

He'll walk his Darling to his apartment, a hand firmly on their shoulder or around their waist the whole way. And when they're at his door and they just stand outside, he narrows his eyes and tightens his grip. "It's rude to not walk through a door that your boyfriend opens for you," he says. His smile is unsettling. "I know I've called you a pig sometimes, but you weren't really raised in a barn, were you?"

And once they're inside, he's back to being sweet and charming while giving them a quick tour. When he stops at the bedroom, he sits on his bed and pats the space next to him for them to sit next to him. And if they hesitate, he narrows his eyes again. "Are you worried about breaking the bed? You won't, I promise." He smirks and looks them up and down with a perverse glint in his eye. "Well, we might wear out some of the springs before the weekend's over..."

He just keeps pushing their limits further and further with them: first talking while leaning on their shoulder, then laying his head on their lap, then insisting that their zipper's hurting his head. They should pull their pants down a little. Ooh, those panties are cute. Were you expecting him to take you home today? Oops. Looks like the tip of his nose bumped you down there. Oh whoops, now his chin did too! Say, what material are these panties made of? Let him play with it a little and try to find out...hey...why's it damp right here? Yeah, this spot...riiiight here...

#thots #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #.oikawa #yandere oikawa #.haikyuu #yandere haikyuu #plus size darling #tw: fat shaming #.myshit

[koishua]

😐😐 anger issues going crazy leave sunoo tf alone and hold your precious boys accountable ffs

#tp #just. this makes me so fucking mad. #this is why i cant bring myself to write for them these days #stikes a very personal nerve :/ #they really should put them in their place idc if they're friends or not #their jokes ain't funny. they're not funny and that should be drilled into their thick skulls #sunoo himself said that sunghoon and riki take the teasing too far and that he told themto stop multiple times #and they dont take a fucking hint?? #great friends they are 😐😐 and then they go and act oh so concerned when sunoo doesnt eat much #fuck that #tw: fatphobia #tw: fat shaming #saw someone defending them wtf??? #no. #'oh riki is just a kid he doesnt know better' well that's hilarious. really. gtfo.

[holylulusworld]

Dear, attention wh*re in my inbox

TW: anon hate, fat shaming, bad writing skills and grammar (anon), stupid person, an askhole, a pathetic person seeking attention in my inbox, language

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣😈

Man, I wish I could fantasize about Stucky railing me, or each other all day. BUT: I got a job, I got a boyfriend, I got a family, friends, a house and pets to take care off. In other words - I GOT A LIFE OUTSIDE OF TUMBLR.

Unlike you.

Who’s pathetic? Someone writing a story for a person asking nicely to help them see themselves in the reader? OR Someone like you coming to my inbox to harass me for writing a plus-sized reader.

I wrote a short reader before too. Do you hate short people too? And if you ask me, I write a skinny reader too. I don’t have a problem with different sizes, you have.

Honey, people come in different sizes, colors and gender. All of them are beautiful.

AND: Don’t you dare to believe piggie is an insult. Pigs are smart and beautiful animals. In other words:

Now kindly stay the fuck off my blog.

You don’t have to read my stories. If you hate them, write the story you want yourself.

#tw: anon hate #tw: anon trolls #tw: fat shaming #anon hate #language #don't be an askhole #an askhole #tw: stucky hate

[dustylava]

English is not my native language, and i have no sense of humor, so, i'm so sorry.

A couple of reasons, why it's not so bad to be a friend of Homelander.

Naturally, the very first reason, is that it is unfeasible to offend you.

Well, it's possible to hurt your feelings, of course, but no one can avoid paying for it. Even if you don't tell John about it yourself, he'll still guess, that someone hurt you. Homelander, in any case, will find out and punish those, who upset his precious flower. Even if it's some old grudge, Homelander will gladly, and completely gratuitously, avenge you. And if someone dares to lay a hand on you... Let's just say, this brainless suicider is doomed to long torment. It doesn't matter to him, who did it and how long ago, only the fact, that this person dared to offend you and how he did it are important. No matter, who it is and when, the degree of cruelty of the supe, will depend on how you reacted to, what this walking corpse did.

If you have long hair.

As soon as you let down your luxurious hair for the first time, Lander will fall in love with them. He will already reach out to touch them, but remembered, that he himself does not like it, when his hairstyle is touched without permission, and ask if he can? And later, when you let him comb your length, he will find a new, favorite way to relax. And if you teach him, how to braid braids, John will be delighted, that he does it, and that you praise him, what a good fellow he is. Just, please, make him be careful. He doesn't want that, but he'll still pull out a couple of clumps of your hair. -John! -Fuck, I'm sorry... I didn't do it on purpose... -Do you even know, how long I've been growing them? It's not like you, woke up, spat on palm and smoothed three hairs! Firstly, it hurts, and secondly, do you even know how much effort it takes? -Actually, it takes me a while to do my ha... -John! -What "John"? What should I do now, glue it back on your head?!

You're both not always smart.

You rarely get to go out for a walk with John. Most often, you just hang out at your house, eat, watch mind-numbing shows, talk heart to heart. Comfort each other, well, you comfort his tantrums, or you laughter, until stomach and cheeks ache. But, still, sometimes you manage to take a walk. Most often, you walk through the forest nearby to your house. This is convenient, because you don't like being in a crowd, and Homelander hates it, when someone is next to you. And it's even worse, if someone sees the two of you together. Not because supe is shy of you, no, but because you are his most intimate secret. You're literally the only part of his life, that Vought doesn't control.

You have been walking for quite a long time. You tell him about different flowers and herbs, and how they can be used. You talk about some animals, he shows you beautiful stones or a view, of how the sun's rays break through the dense foliage. He tells you interesting things and stories. You love such quiet moments with America's main favorite. -Okay, I give up, where are we going? - John tightened his grip on your hand. -What do you mean..? - You raised a confused look at your companion. - I was following you... - What..? I thought you were leading us... - You both blinked at each other in complete incomprehension. And then, both burst out laughing.

If you weren't born in America.

Sometimes, when you talk too much or tell something very emotionally, you can accidentally, without even noticing it, switch to your native language. But John doesn't stop you. He doesn't understand shit at all, but he likes the way you speak your language so much. He even learned a couple of phrases. "I love you" and "everything will be fine, my flower". With his accent, it sounds very cute and funny.

And moreover, he is just delighted, when you cook him dishes, that are not on the American menu, but are common in your homeland. Of course, he doesn't like the whole cuisine of your country, but something of it you have to cook all the time.

If you are plump.

Homelander considers himself a God on Earth. And he likes to humiliate people for their imperfections. And plus size people are no exception. And after meeting you, his attitude hasn't changed. But he loves you. Oh yes, Homelander, dual standards!

The fact, that you are already used to insults and bullying, does not mean, that it does not hurt you. And today is no exception. You didn't want to do it at all, but you had to come to the "big city", on business.  And in the evening, when you were tired and overwhelmed with emotions, returning to your hotel room, a group of young men accosted you. They made caustic, sarcastic comments, and openly mocked your figure. Naturally, you have already heard all these statements billions of times, but this does not negate the fact, that it is unpleasant. You are tired of the insults themselves and of their monotony. At some point, one of them grabbed your arm and turned you around to face them. You weren't scared, you were too tired. -You ugly, fat scum, you should be grateful, that God sent us to you. -Yes! No one will ever fuck you, of their own free will! -I bet all my money, that you have a huge, fat bucket between your legs! They laughed loudly, nastily, pointed fingers at you and talked without shutting up. -I didn't send anyone anywhere. - A thunderous voice rang out from behind these freaks. - Now, turn around and say it to  m y  face, you cowardly bitch. - Homelander grabbed one of them by the head with his big palm and lifted him up. - Is there something you don't like? Don't like her hips? So, stay out of my plate, motherfucker! - And hit him with all his might against the nearest stone wall. The remaining men in panic fear began to beg Homelander to leave them, ask for forgiveness and try to escape. But you can't escape from Homelander. - Don't ask me for forgiveness, but her. Because I won't forgive you, you pieces of shit. Your supe kept the rest of the company alive in front of you. The life and health of these people depended on you. Usually, you act as a good Homelander, usually, you persuade him to mercy. And today, people's lives have once again appeared before your court. -Once doesn't count, does it, Lander? - You bit your lip doubtfully. - Only once..! The dazzling blond maniacally smiled, and purred: "this will be my pleasure for today." Abruptly rose into the air, not letting go of your abusers. You were still in doubt, you were ashamed that you took advantage of your position like that, but you moved a couple of blocks away so as not to be splattered by these freaks. A couple of minutes later, you heard a nasty slap, and immediately after that, John's purring tone and his warm embrace.

In fact, Homelander is just in love with how soft you are in his arms. He is constantly pressing against your tummy and soft thighs. He strokes them, kneads them and gently slaps them. If he could, he would purr, lying with his head on your lap.

If you take any medications on a regular basis.

You somehow opened your eyes. With a tired groan, you reached for the phone, pressed the lock button and went blind. Even the minimum brightness of the screen was too bright for such an hour. 3:56 a.m... You don't want to get up so much, but your dry throat was begging for moisture. Somehow reaching the kitchen, you shuddered. A dark, large figure, with burning eyes, was sitting at the dining table. -How did you get here and what are you doing here..? - You yawn lazily and shuffle to the table. -You left the window open. And I opened the balcony through the window. - John mumbled, not looking up from what he was studying in his hands. - What's that? - He picked up the package of pills he was holding in his hands. -My medicines. - You were still lazily sipping water from a glass. -What are they for? -I'll die without them. You've read the instructions. - You shrugged, but John still doesn't look satisfied. -There are a lot of side effects. - The man raised his eyebrows skeptically. - Do you really need it that much? - Now you've raised an eyebrow skeptically. Your "always welcome guest" sighed, putting down the package. - I just don't want to lose you. -I'll be fine, bun. - You gently kissed John on the forehead.

If you're shorter than him.

Homelander thinks it's pretty cute, how petite you are compared to him. He just loves to hold your hands in his, or take you in his arms. No matter how "heavy" you are, for a fucking Homelander, his precious flower weighs nothing. And yes, he has just a disgusting habit. He puts his hand on your head, as if he is leaning on something.

You were standing near a small lake, looking at ducks. John sighed and pretended, to lean on you. He knows perfectly well how it pisses you off. He likes it. -Do you have extra kneecaps..? -Pfft, what are you going to do to me, you weakling. - You've already brought your foot up, to hit him under the knee, but you haven't touched him. John liked to pretend, that you beat him. It seemed to him like something cute, family and cozy. - Ah! Ouch..! Well, you broke my leg. Well done Y/n, how am I going to explain this to the public now? You both laughed, after which John himself sat down on the grass and sat you on his lap. He put his chin on the top of your head, hugging you tightly around the waist. You'll be sitting like this for a long time. In peace and comfort.

You are allowed more, than others.

Homelander once again humiliated and threatened people. He yelled at them, pushed them and fired lasers a couple of times, to intimidate them. -Hey, you, Superman from Aliexpress! Stop terrorizing people for no reason! -What the fuck?! Who the fuck said that?! - Homelander turned his back to the crowd. His eyes were burning red, and his entire figure was ready to attack. - Who has an extra fucking life in their pocket?! -Enough! They didn't do anything to you, you moron! -What are you doing, you little bitc... Oh..! It's you. - Homelander relaxed a little. - Okay. - He lightly patted your hair, - fuck with you. -Lander, please leave them be. -Nah... - Supe turned back to the crowd, - even for your sake, my dear, I will not spare them. - He paused for a moment, assessing and weighing the situation. - Okay, you're in luck, assholes, I'll deal with you quickly and without your suffering. Consider, that divine grace has descended upon you, in the face of this person. - He quickly nodded in your direction and cut up, burned everyone, in the blink of an eye. -John... -I'm sorry, my flower. - Supe gently hugged you by the shoulders, - they deserved it. - Homelander crowned the top of your head with a kiss.

You're allowed A LOT more.

You met John in the hallway and handed him a glass of warm milk. The man purred his thanks, sealing it with a kiss on the cheek. You're in a playful mood today, so you hugged him and snuggled up to his strong chest. The blond man grunted softly with pleasure, raising the glass to his lips. -John... -Mmm?  -John, - you rested your chin on his chest, looking at him. - Please tell me, what is more valuable for you? Milk or me..? - He almost choked. John just froze in place. - Bun? - You looked at him with big, hopeful, expectant eyes. He just stared blankly at you. From time to time, like a fish on land, opening and closing his mouth, trying to squeeze something out of himself. You stood there for a while, and then, you pursed your lips, lowered your gaze and exhaled a disappointed: "I see..." Went to the kitchen sink. Homelander tried to say something, but could not anything. He just stared at you with a confused, frightened look. While you were washing the dishes after your dinner together, and John was still standing at the entrance to the kitchen, holding a glass of cooling milk in his hand, trying to figure out, how he should live now, you almost didn't try to hide a snide grin.

Well done Y/n, great job! You broke Homelander.

#the boys #homelander #john #john homelander #homelander x you #homelander x reader #tw: fatphobia #tw: fat shaming

[hiitsdifferent]

Johnny Depp interview Premiere Magazine 1995 tw: fat shaming, misogyny, abuse Another example to add to the pile of what a vile fuck this man is

"I remember being in seventh grade and I was one of the kids that was considered a burnout. I had the most intense crush on this very popular girl. I pined for this girl, like beyond Romeo and Juliet. Shocking. I just chewed my tongue up for her. Eighth grade comes along, we hang out a little at those parties where you end up making out. So we did that and I just couldn’t have been happier. Then she goes for the football guy, and leaves me just dangling in the breeze.

“Years later, after I dropped out of high school, I’m playing a club. I’m onstage and I look out and I’m like, ‘Fuck, it’s her!’ So I finish the set and I go directly to the bar where she’s sitting and I walk up to her and it’s that face, man—incredible. And I went, “It’s so nice to see you!’ And I look at her and she’s 250 pounds! She is mammoth! She’s as wide as this table, but her face is still the same. And I went, ‘Oh my, nice to see you—how many kids do you have?’ And she had four kids. And I thought, What fitting payback for fucking breaking my heart when I was a little kid.”

(x)

#tw: fat shaming #tw: abuse #tw: partner revenge #tw: misogyny #johnny depp #anti johnny depp

[100yearoldcomics]

May 25, 1922 Our Boarding House by Gene Ahern

On the one hand, I feel kinda cheated that men's swim shirts fell out of fashion over the last century. On the other hand, they were apparently made out of wool, which just sounds like cruel and unusual punishment to dry off in.

Caption: Buster tries on his wave wardrobe. [ID: Buster stands in front of a vanity mirror, admiring himself as he tries on an old swimsuit. The suit consists of an old moth-eaten wool tank top with a bullseye on the front, worn over a plain white undershirt, with light shorts, dark socks with garters and leather shoes. Mack sits on the bed behind him and Clyde stands to his side, mocking Buster. /end] Buster: Well, how do I look in th' ol' diving tuxedo? Immense, eh? I'd rather strut out on th' beach like this, than look like you guys in your splash suits. Somebody will mistake you for a coupla tall trees an' hang their bathrobes on your shoulder bones! Mack: Yeh, an' when you float, there's always a danger of you getting harpooned. They oughtn't to allow you in th' waves. I'd make you put that bay window in a wheelbarrow an' push it up an' down th' boardwalk! Clyde: I was out with him last summer. He does all his navigating in front of th' lunch counters. He gets more "hot-dog" mustard on his suit than he does water!

#newspaper comics #vintage #history #1922 #our boarding house #transcript available #1920s #tw: fat shaming #tw: fatphobia #swimming