Bravery comes in all shapes, sizes, and social media platforms. Sometimes, bravery is a roar, so loud and full that it reverberates around the world. Sometimes, bravery is but a whisper, a quiet little noise that starts the conversation for something more.
Robbie Tripp™ (yes, he has a ™ next to his name on Instagram) is the first kind of brave.
Robbie, who humbly refers to himself as “the white Kanye,” is the author of the self-help book, “Create Rebellion,” a contributor to Entrepreneur & HuffPost, and a TEDx speaker. But don’t let those accomplishments fool you. That’s not what he’s most proud of. No, Robbie’s main source of pride is none other than his wife, Sarah.
Now, as Robbie likes to point out, a lot, is the fact that he loves Sarah for many, many reasons. But one of the main reasons he highlights? Is because she’s curvy. It’s even in his Instagram bio! And because he loves her curves so much, this recent Instagram post of his where he expressed his admiration for his not-stick-figure-thin wife went viral.
Did you get the chance to read the caption? Here is it, in bigger print, just for the folks in the back.
I love this woman and her curvy body. As a teenager, I was often teased by my friends for my attraction to girls on the thicker side, ones who were shorter and curvier, girls that the average (basic) bro might refer to as “chubby” or even “fat.” Then, as I became a man and started to educate myself on issues such as feminism and how the media marginalizes women by portraying a very narrow and very specific standard of beauty (thin, tall, lean) I realized how many men have bought into that lie. For me, there is nothing sexier than this woman right here: thick thighs, big booty, cute little side roll, etc. Her shape and size won’t be the one featured on the cover of Cosmopolitan but it’s the one featured in my life and in my heart. There’s nothing sexier to me than a woman who is both curvy and confident; this gorgeous girl I married fills out every inch of her jeans and is still the most beautiful one in the room. Guys, rethink what society has told you that you should desire. A real woman is not a porn star or a bikini mannequin or a movie character. She’s real. She has beautiful stretch marks on her hips and cute little dimples on her booty. Girls, don’t ever fool yourself by thinking you have to fit a certain mold to be loved and appreciated. There is a guy out there who is going to celebrate you for exactly who you are, someone who will love you like I love my Sarah.
Now, this is the first time Robbie’s love for his wife’s curvy body has gone viral, but he’s commented on it quite a bit in previous posts as well.
God, don’t you just love him already? Publication after publication has picked this story up, oohing and awing over how dang sweet he is. How brave he is. How refreshing it is to see a man talk exhaustedly about a woman’s body. It’s fine because this time, the woman’s body isn’t the cliched “hot” body guys usually talk about. Big difference, everyone. Huge. And I know he didn’t post this in the chance that his obvious attempts to be a blogger would get noticed. He did it because he loves her. And he’s not saying over and over about how much he wanted to end up with a “thick” girl, and how his friends teased him for it to prove he’s brave and ~different.~ He’s just doing it because that’s who Robbie is.
Now, I don’t know about anyone else, but as for me? My dream has always been for my SO to post picture after picture of me in my bathing suit, and comment about how much he loves my thick thighs and ample ass. Honestly, that’s been my dream. My boyfriend and I fight over it nightly.
“Why don’t you brag about how curvy I am on social media?” I cry, throwing a chicken wing at him.
“I thought you’d think that was desperate, attention-seeking, and sort of sleazy,” he responds, ducking behind the fridge. “I thought you’d want me to love you and think you’re beautiful, but not comment over and over again about how thick you are. You know I love it, but why obsess over it? You have lots of great qualities. Sure, you’re hot as hell, but do I really need to say #BabyGotBack after everything I post?”
“Yes, you fucking idiot,” I shout back, before slamming the door in his face and talking shit about him to my mom.
It’s the fight we all have with our men. Sure, we know they think we’re beautiful even if the red beans and rice didn’t miss us. We know that thanks to the fact that they tell us, love us, and have sex with us. Pretty simple. But seeing what Robbie has done for no reason other than to tell his wife that he loves her ~just the way she is~ has me thinking: Why doesn’t my boyfriend constantly talk about how much he prefers curvy girls and how much he likes my not-skinny body as opposed to my sense of humor, my cooking skills, and my ability to cry on command? Why doesn’t he remind me, daily, how glad he is that I have never in my life had a thigh gap?
It’s sort of fucked up if you ask me. I mean, we’re tormented enough by seeing the same lame guys posting the same lame #WCW posts of their lame girlfriends that they don’t actually like that much. And yes, every time we see one, we get flooded with a sense of love and envy. They’re so cute. They look so happy, even though we know they’re not. Why don’t we have guys who post long, cheesy paragraphs about us, instead of just telling us to our faces?
But now, this new kind of man has been set loose, and none of our egos are safe. It’s obvious that there’s a new kind of bravery in the world, and it’s a bravery we all need.
We need the bravery of a man like Robbie. Who has no qualms about exploiting his wife’s figure for personal gain (let’s be real though, she’s not complaining) and refers to himself as the caucasian version of one of the most famous, and obnoxious, rappers in all of history. If my boyfriend doesn’t start talking about how he’s longed for my curves since he had his first wet dream, I’m officially done..
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