Sunday, March 29, 2015

Confessions of a Newly Realized Duff

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Hi. My name is Sarah. I’m 30-something years old… And I’m a DUFF.

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Perhaps one of the most un-DUFFiest women in Hollywood these days wore this shirt about a month ago. And broke the internet. Not as much as her sister bootie did, but just enough for people to wonder, was Kylie Jenner trying to be a body positive advocate?

People are different.

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In every circle of friends there should be differences—those differences make us irreplaceable. Where we go awry is when we brandish our differences like hands of poker. When one person holds up the distorted mirror in order to give themself a better shape.  When differences become the scapegoat that helps others to cope. Calling anyone a DUFF speaks more about the person flinging the term around than the potential DUFF in question.

Weighing all this, there is only one conclusion I can draw.  Call me a DUFF if you will. I can’t stop you. And, I assure you, it won’t stop me.  I know who I am. Who you are, and how you see me, has nothing to do with me… And everything to do with you.

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