When you call someone a douchebag, what you’re literally saying to them is,
“You think you’re so great, but your existence is actually totally unnecessary and your main function is probably toxic. Also you shouldn’t be allowed near anyone’s genitalia.”
Why my ex always was and always will be… a douchebag :)
(via likeawraith)
— (via courtneybeth)
(Source: pennygolightly, via curvette)
REASONS TO BE “THIN” AND WHY THEY AREN’T TRUE:
1. You can look in the mirror, and feel good about what you see.
No number on the scale will ever be low enough to make you accept what you see in the mirror. Not because there is something wrong with your body, but because you don’t have an accurate perception of the way you look. The truth is that the way you feel about your body has little to do with your actual weight, and much more to do with the way you feel about who you are as a person. When you’re able to accept yourself and embrace your flaws, who you are becomes enough and the desire to change your body in order to compensate for your faults no longer feels necessary. When you can love the person you are inside, you are able to love the person you see in the mirror.
2. So that people will like you better and want to be your friend.
Anyone who chooses their friends based on the way they look is not someone you should be interested in pursuing a friendship with. You don’t choose your friends based on how thin they are. You choose them because of who they are and how they make you feel. You’re friends with people who make you laugh and smile. People who are there to listen and validate your experience. People who share your interests and beliefs. People who make you happy. You are no exception.
3. Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.
Thinness is not synonymous with happiness. Being happy feels good. Pushing yourself beyond healthy means to achieve a perfect body, does not. Restricting makes you feel deprived, depressed, and detached. You feel weak, lightheaded, and dizzy. You have no energy and can’t concentrate. The time you take to obsessively exercise and count calories leaves you with little time to invest in your friendships, leaving you to feel isolated, lonely, and disconnected, with nothing but the scale as your friend. Ultimately, being “thin” causes you to lose so much more than weight. You lose friends, opportunities, and life experiences. You miss out on fun, love, and connection. You miss out on life.
4. Guys/girls will be attracted to you.
No matter what size you wear or what shape your body is, there will always be someone who isn’t attracted to you. Not because you’re inadequate or ugly, but because every person is unique in the qualities and features they find attractive in others. Beauty comes in every shape and size. It doesn’t discriminate. And honestly, beauty transcends appearance. Being attractive is less about having a beautiful body, and much more about having a beautiful soul. People can be beautiful in looks, but they can also be beautiful because of who they are. Because of how they make you feel. Because of the way they make you laugh and smile. Because they have made a difference in people’s lives. The way you look is such a small part of who you are. You are so much more than a number on the scale. And if a person chooses not to be attracted to you solely because of the way you look, then they aren’t worth your time.
5. People will remember you as the “beautiful, thin one”.
Is that really what you want to be remembered for when you die? For your appearance and weight? Because when I die, I want people to remember me for the person I am. I want to be remembered for being kind and loving and compassionate. I want to be remembered for being intelligent and brave and trustworthy. I want to be remembered for my integrity, my values, and my beliefs. I want to be remembered as a good friend and sister and daughter. I want to be remembered as someone who made a difference.
I need to add a very important number 6 to this:
6. You want to be healthy.
Health does not have a body size, or a weight. There are people who are so-called ‘morbidly obese’ and yet they run marathons. There are people who are under 100lbs who can’t walk up a flight of stairs without being winded. Don’t forget this post! If health is what you are looking for, move joyfully, find a regime that works for you, but concentrate on how it makes your body FEEL, not on how it makes your body look. Pounds and inches do not equal stamina, strength, or flexibility. As always, check out Health At Every Size.
Yes!
(via rawwomen)
I bought myself a plain marble notebook for ten cents along with my other school supplies and I started writing in it almost every day. It might be one of the most liberating things I have done for myself in a long time. It’s more personal than anything I would ever submit to on online blog site because there is no option to make it public. Therefore there is no temptation or desire to do so out of curiosity of what would happen. The final product of this is the truth in a form I have never seen myself commit to before. I’ve began to create a private safe place for myself that I can take anywhere.
School started last week and it’s going so slow. I would really like to be overwhelmed with assignments so I can finally enjoy the quite time I have to myself instead of taking it for granted.
Yoga is by far one of the most extending activities I’ve ever attempted to dedicate myself to. But what I become in these moments is what I’m searching for. I’ve never slept so soundly before. I can only imagine what meditation is going to be like after yoga and I can’t wait until I can try it. This kind of self mastery might be pulling me in over my head at this moment, but it is far better than brooding over my past and worrying about my future. I’d much rather as [Elizabeth Gilbert] would say, seek a place of eternal presence from which I can regard myself and my surroundings with poise. That is the goal and I’ve only begun thinking it. Time is by far my worst enemy.
blank page. blank mind. blank heart. get me out of the jungle, my soul is paper thin.
All the mistakes your accusing me of making, I’m not ashamed
I was not afraid to explore who I was when I met you
I didn’t care about time or waiting or rules
I cared about you and us and feeling alive
I cared about making the most of the time we had
I cared about finally understanding what exactly it meant to love
When I left I never stopped caring
Every new person I met I looked for any trace of you
Any small piece I could hold on to
Nothing ever came close and for the first time since I had met you
I felt lost
I have sat down to write about how I felt way too many times
Just to realize that it was way too painful to even try
Staring at blank pages wishing you were near by
Sitting in my car alone at night singing to the cold weather
You once told me that I was a pretty crier,
Today I realized that you are too
I know it’s love because all the cliches are there
All the world views I try to stay clear of,
Because I pride myself too much to conform
I can’t get you out of my head
Regardless of how much effort you put into pushing me away
I believed in us
But I understand that you feel differently and that’s okay
Maybe one day everything will make more sense to me
I just wish I could have continued to make you happy
I wish I could have been enough
I’ll always love you
