Hello, my loves. It’s been a while!

My name is Reaux (she/they), and I am a third-year senior psychology major and sociology minor at Howard University. But more than that, I am someone who has spent the last 8.5 years pouring my heart into something far greater than myself—something that has shaped me, challenged me, and, in many ways, saved me.

For nearly a decade, I ran Better Future Program, Inc. (BFP)—a global home for marginalized youth, dedicated to providing free educational resources, mutual aid, and a supportive space for disadvantaged communities. It was my heart, my purpose, my family. And through it, I learned some of the hardest and most painful lessons of my life.

Because even in the home we had built for ourselves, we could not escape white supremacy.

Even in a space meant for liberation, the burden of care, labor, and survival always fell on the backs of queer and disabled women of color.

Even in the work we cherished, we felt compelled to give until there was nothing left of us.

For nearly a decade, I carried BFP almost entirely on my own, save for a few volunteers of color who were just as exhausted, just as worn down. We tried everything—transformative justice, education, grace. We gave more chances than we had the capacity to give. And when those who harmed us refused to take accountability—when they twisted our care into something they could take from without giving back—we had to make the hardest decision of all.

We had to let BFP go.

Not just for survival, but for rebirth. Because I have learned that in order to grow into something greater, we must be willing to release what no longer serves us. As one podcaster I love, Ri Turner, says, expansion requires elimination—a truth that I have come to understand through both heartbreak and transformation.

So no, BFP is no longer. That name is in the past. But we, the youth, are still here. And we are building again—this time with boundaries and sustainability at the forefront, and a love ethic that refuses our consumption.

This is reclamation.

This is the Embodied Futures Collective (EFC).

Over the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing more about how we built something new from the ashes of what was. The lessons we carried, the changes we made, the ways we restructured our foundation so that what happened before never happens again.

But before I invite you inside, I need you to understand this: EFC is not just an organization.

It is the reason many of us are still here.

It is proof that we are more than what tried to implode us.

It is a love story—one written in survival, in care, and in an unshakable belief that we deserve more than just getting by, especially in our current political climate.

So, please, take my hand, and walk with us. We have so much to share with you! 🩷

-- Reaux <3

Need $50 for food pls help lol

An enormous portion of fat people are poor, which means worse healthcare.

Rates of fat people are high in certain racial minorities like black people and Indigenous people. These people face racism, which means racism-induced poverty, lack of opportunities, lower socioeconomic status, worse quality of healthcare, lack of access to healthcare, among a plethora of other things.

Fat people face fatphobia, a form of oppression. This oppression causes fat people to face a wage gap, lower socioeconomic status, medical negligence, just to name a few things. There are studies that show that fat people receive worse healthcare, that doctors don't even do the same amount of tests on us because they don't want to touch our "disgusting" fat bodies. We avoid going to doctors until the very last minute so that we won't be subjected to fatphobia in medical treatment, which means our conditions are worse when we do finally see a doctor. We are always prescribed with weight loss instead of actually being examined. There are plenty of accounts of fat people dying with tumors because when they went to see a doctor about pain, the doctor told them it's their fault for being fat and didn't check for anything else.

When a group faces oppression, common ways to cope are things like smoking and drinking. Does the study take that into account?

On top of that, weight gain is often a symptom of a condition, not the cause of it.

And these are just the tip of the iceberg of things to consider when we hear about higher weights being correlated with certain health conditions. There are so many other factors too.

If we can understand how AIDS was mislabeled a "gay disease" when in reality being gay does not cause someone to have AIDS, then we can understand how fat people's oppression and the willful ignorance about causation vs. correlation has medicalized fatness too, another normal aspect of human diversity just like sexuality.

When someone invents a helmet and people who wear that helmet suddenly have an increase in rates of brain damage, correlation tells us that the helmets cause brain damage. When you actually look at the whole situation, you realize that the increase in brain damage is because the people who would have died in accidents have been saved by the helmets, so the increase is from people's lives being saved by the helmets and facing non-fatal injuries rather than death. But if we stop at "helmet = more brain damage," then we never actually understand the real causation and how the helmets are effective and saving lives.

Societies that begin to allow divorce suddenly see evidence of domestic violence and unhappy relationships, so the allowance of divorce must cause unhappy marriages, right? In reality, that domestic violence and those unhappy marriages have existed the whole time. Divorce has just given people the freedom to finally leave those situations, so now we're actually getting to hear about them.

Do we see how correlation does not equal causation and that believing it does only serves to medicalize oppressed communities and actually worsen health?

As a wheelchair user I'm trying to reframe my language for "being in the way."

"I'm in the way," "I can't fit," and "I can't go there," is becoming "there's not enough space," "the walkway is too narrow," and "that place isn't accessible."

It's a small change, but to me it feels as if I'm redirecting blame from myself to the people that made these places inaccessible in the first place. I don't want people to just think that they're helping me, I want them to think that they're making up for someone else's wrongdoing. I want them to remember every time I've needed help as something someone else caused.

anti-fatness is not just body shaming.

anti-fatness is discrimination. anti-fatness is having next to no legal protections for being discriminated against. anti-fatness is being denied housing, jobs, receiving less pay and promotions (legally) because of your size. anti-fatness is being denied access to clothing, seating, transportation, and other human rights because infrastructure has been designed to exclude you. anti-fatness is less likelihood of receiving a fair trial. anti-fatness is dehumanization. anti-fatness is being denied necessary surgeries, but not surgery that amputates the digestive tract with the intent to starve and shrink you (it doesn’t work either). anti-fatness is mutilation. anti-fatness is being subject to torture devices that bolt your mouth shut. anti-fatness is being told by close friends, family, and professionals that you are better off living with an eating disorder or other life-threatening illness. anti-fatness sells you starvation as a guaranteed opt-out of oppression, but doesn’t tell you that bodies will always regain weight to survive. anti-fatness blames and punishes you for failing at an achievement that is quite literally impossible. anti-fatness is a $90 billion dollar industry. anti-fatness is being denied gender-affirming care. anti-fatness is being barred from in vitro fertilization and reproductive healthcare. anti-fatness is being barred from adopting children. anti-fatness is being removed from your loving parents because they couldn’t make you thin. anti-fatness is intentionally starving your own baby so they won’t get fat. anti-fatness is disproportionately high suicide rates. anti-fatness is being killed at the hands of medical neglect and mistreatment. anti-fatness is the world preferring a dead body over a fat one.

April Fool’s Day is in a few days, and I just wanted to make this clear. This blog is safe, and I can promise you no screamers, nothing emotionally abusive, no fake posts, and nothing to intentionally trigger dissociation. You are safe here.

happy tdov my loves. don't let anyone else define your transness for you.

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I am legitimately so fucking sick of how normalized it is to sexually harass intersex people.

Can you hear us? Can you feel what we’re going through? Fear. Hunger. Death. A never-ending siege. The silence of the world hurts as much as the bombs.

We're crying out to your humanity—please don't look away. Speak about us. Stand with us. We're not okay. We're trying to survive.

This is not a nightmare. It's our reality.

Don't forget us. Do something—anything. Share. Donate. Repost. Help keep us alive.

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hi everyone again 🫀

im still only working 30hrs and i go to school ft live by myself and my only support system are my friends scattered across the country

im short on rent by $279 this month after i paid my v past due electric and i have until April 5th to get it together

bcuz of yall i was able to get house items keep bathbomb fedddd but if u have a couple bucks to spare id appreciate it my baby boy will also deeply appreciate staying secure if u cant please boost then 🫀

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