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iamcompletecrap:

i wish i was even half as brave as finn

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

(via jesshambys)

READ IT. READ IT ALL.

(via weliveinarapeculturesociety)

1. Make sure you own a nice bed.

2. Sleep in it frequently.

3. Remember how nice it feels to flip over your pillow to the cooler side.

4. Check your pulse and hum along to the rhythm because it is music.

5. Write clear and make a lot of spelling errors. Get the poison out and don’t worry about it being neat.

6. If you can, do not shut people out. You will have good days and they should see them.

7. If you feel overwhelmed, go outside and scream. Find a nice empty park in the middle of the night and scream as loud as you can until your throat is bleeding. The world wants to hear you.

8. Let yourself fall in love. Believe it or not, there are people out there who want your blacks and blues.

9. Keep waking up.

10. Keep waking up.

11. Keep waking up. Maybe with someone next to you.

— tips on how to keep going | Caitlyn Siehl (via teenssfromhell)

❝ Being in love with you makes me do crazy things, makes me go to different heights, and to be honest, it’s scaring the shit out of me. But I love being in love with you, Alys Perez. And so long as I live, I’ll continue loving you. To the moon and back, Alys. To the moon and back. ❞

— Drake Sebastian Palma (Dating Alys Perez)
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himym meme | nine recurring gags
tie-in websites

theinfamouschubbykitten:

MOTHERFUCKING BEAUTIFUL

erednimras:

gabrielthearch-angel:

memewilson:

visualvexation:

onthesideoftheotters:

johnnyb94:

itsalwaysdarkest—beforethedawn:

slickdeuce:

abnest:

nightshadedusang:

crystalive:

taylorswifthecreator:

new pope

THE GUY IN THE BACK JUST NODS AT THE KID
like, ‘yeah you can totally sit there’

New Pope is the best Pope. He doesn’t hate on everyone who doesn’t conform to his faith. He lets tiny children sit in his big official chair. He poses for selfies. He is a good Pope and I hope he is with us for a long time.

this is actually significant because that isn’t just “the official chair.”
that’s the Holy See.
The Holy See is considered the sovereign of Vatican City. No, seriously.
Every other pope has used a throne for the Holy See. Francis replaced the ornate object with THE SAME CHAIR THAT EVERY OTHER LEADER WHO VISITS THE VATICAN USES. This was an action that created a considerable stir, as one might imagine. It was a significant remark, metaphorically, putting the pope at the same level as every other world leader. No greater a man than his peers.
And after all of that, he sees a little kid run past him and lets him sit in the freaking Holy See.
And no one stops him.
Good man. Best pope.

That kid is living the dream and the Pope is just like “Okay” and the guy in the back is like “Ye kid”

you can just see an old lady in the background gasping at the horror of this little kid sitting in the popes chair


isnt this the pope that said fuck during a speech

and the one who blessed a male stripper’s parrot
and the one who used to be a bouncer
and the one who has washed the feet of prison inmates, women, and Muslims alike
and the one who attends soccer tournaments



I love this man

I am pagan and I fully support this man if he is simply that great

I’m non-conforming to religion and I love this man. Excuse the horrible pun but BLESS THIS MAN.

I dislike organized religion immensely but I love the pope. He is awesome.

erednimras:

gabrielthearch-angel:

memewilson:

visualvexation:

onthesideoftheotters:

johnnyb94:

itsalwaysdarkest—beforethedawn:

slickdeuce:

abnest:

nightshadedusang:

crystalive:

taylorswifthecreator:

new pope

THE GUY IN THE BACK JUST NODS AT THE KID

like, ‘yeah you can totally sit there’

New Pope is the best Pope. He doesn’t hate on everyone who doesn’t conform to his faith. He lets tiny children sit in his big official chair. He poses for selfies. He is a good Pope and I hope he is with us for a long time.

this is actually significant because that isn’t just “the official chair.”

that’s the Holy See.

The Holy See is considered the sovereign of Vatican City. No, seriously.

Every other pope has used a throne for the Holy See. Francis replaced the ornate object with THE SAME CHAIR THAT EVERY OTHER LEADER WHO VISITS THE VATICAN USES. This was an action that created a considerable stir, as one might imagine. It was a significant remark, metaphorically, putting the pope at the same level as every other world leader. No greater a man than his peers.

And after all of that, he sees a little kid run past him and lets him sit in the freaking Holy See.

And no one stops him.

Good man. Best pope.

That kid is living the dream and the Pope is just like “Okay” and the guy in the back is like “Ye kid”

you can just see an old lady in the background gasping at the horror of this little kid sitting in the popes chair

isnt this the pope that said fuck during a speech

and the one who blessed a male stripper’s parrot

and the one who used to be a bouncer

and the one who has washed the feet of prison inmates, women, and Muslims alike

and the one who attends soccer tournaments

I love this man

I am pagan and I fully support this man if he is simply that great

I’m non-conforming to religion and I love this man. Excuse the horrible pun but BLESS THIS MAN.

I dislike organized religion immensely but I love the pope. He is awesome.

❝ You know what I think we are most afraid of? Not knowing. Not knowing whether it’s all really worth it. Not knowing if you should give up or keep fighting. Not knowing why you do the things you do; not knowing the purpose. It’s like when you’re little and you touch the stove and get burned because you didn’t know that it was hot. Not knowing has always hurt us, from the every beginning. ❞

— (via red2a)
f4bulazy:

Props to my 6 year old self for calling out bullshit at an early age.

f4bulazy:

Props to my 6 year old self for calling out bullshit at an early age.