When watching a show I don’t think ‘Well politically correctly there should be two more minorities’
I’m thinking ‘This is suffocating, this isn’t what life is like, why do i not exist, why do my friends not exist, what the fuck is with this idealisation of one type of person?’
Oh mi gawsh, oh my holy shit, he answered her.
All about where she wants him to be and calls her Babe and tagged her with Gilly.
Help, my snogger heart is not going to survive this cutiness. THIS IS REALLY HAPPENING, SQUEEEE!
Depression primarily affects the mind, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t have physical symptoms.
These include changes in appetite and sleeping pattern, back and muscle pain, and exhaustion.
after years of research, scientists have concluded that the optimal number of kittens is “all of them”
never underestimate the power of validation. you don’t realize how much it could turn someone’s day around if you tell them they look great. or how much more powerful it can be to listen and affirm someone’s feelings than speak to them and give advice. sometimes someone has…
my name is natalie and i’m fat. i’ve been more fat than i am now. i have been less fat. i’ve been the same fat. i’m fat from the side, fat from the front, fat from the back…you get the point.
fat girls have been lied to over and over in many ways our whole fat existences - told that we are restricted to certain styles/trends of clothing because anything too tight/short/revealing isn’t ‘flattering’. told that we should be glad to be hit on/cat-called by creepy men because hey, at least it’s something, right?! told that the world isn’t open to us and that we can’t be incredible creatures because we’re fat. told that we’re ugly/undesirable/weak/stupid/disgusting. told that we don’t deserve to be loved…or even to live.
it’s not true. none of it is true.
people ask me often - “i hate myself. how do you do it?” it’s simple.
one day, i decided that i was worth greatness, whatever size i was or wasn’t.
i wish i could go back to awkward, shy 13 year old me, look her dead in the eye and tell her that she. is. perfect. tell her that she can go anywhere, be anyone, wear anything and that she will always be important and will never, ever, ever be merely ‘the fat girl’.
i won’t drown in sweat in texas summers to cover my fat arms in sweaters or shield my thunder thighs from the spring breeze just because you don’t want to see them. my fat arms and thunder thighs have always been here for me when much of the world wasn’t. i won’t be beat down by people who do not care if i cry myself to sleep at night.
my mom has always told me that i am my biggest fan and ya know what?
you’re allowed to feel good. don’t let anyone take that away from you.
Being asexual is like being born without a sense of smell but everywhere you go people are spraying perfume in your face and when you ask them to stop and tell them it’s irritating and you can’t smell the perfume anyway they get huffy and respond with “Don’t lie to me; I can clearly see you have a nose. Everybody has a nose therefore everybody smells things and besides maybe you just haven’t found the right scent yet.” and then you want to scream
One day she would allow herself to be less than strong. But not today. It could not be today.