Viva la Vida
My life, warts and all. Teaching, love, animals, depression, caffiene, books, music. The ups and downs, the successes and failures.
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Quote reblogged from mostly harmlessNever be silent when humans endure suffering. Silence encourages the tormenter, never the tormented.Elie Wiesel (via float-on-okay)
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Photoset reblogged from A work in progress
I keep seeing people on tumblr in regards to the first photo of Kim Kardashian saying “wow I wish I had her body,” “I’d kill for that body,” or “that dress is doing it for her”
New Flash: It’s not even her real body. It’s the work of photoshop. It’s not exactly achievable in the slightest since it looks like you have to move your organs around, make your hip bones smaller, and remove a rib or two in order to look like that.
So remember that when you see women in magazines, and yes even tumblr that they may not even be real pictures with realistic standards. It’s just the media setting up unrealistic expectations in order to make a profit.
Ah, the media…creating rediculous, unattainable images of celebrities and eating disorders since whatever year photoshop was created.
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Photo reblogged from You Can Do This
”This was an ad made by bodyshop. But Barbie INC. found out about it and now it’s banned. Repost if you think this ad deserves to be seen.”
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A list of my favorite books: The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
DROOL.
Currently reading…
(Source: claroswald)
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Photo reblogged from Best abandon ship
Whoever says gay people shouldn’t have children, look at this picture and go fuck yourself.
how on earth is he holding her with just his hands like that
the power of gay
the power of gay
(Source: moonchild30)
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Photo reblogged from Chasing Chrissie.
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[trigger warning; mentions an ED in passing]
At 26, I’ve spent my entire life being fat. It took an exercise addiction and an eating disorder for me to realize nothing was wrong with me. It took countless rejections because of my looks and weight, disgusted faces, and snickering behind my back and to my face to realize that nothing was wrong with me. I have a double chin. I have a nice, fat, face. I have thunder thighs that demand attention. I have a belly that jiggles when I’m bellowing in laughter. I have stretch marks on my breasts and countless other areas of my over-efficient body. And nothing is wrong with me. I’m not an ideal image of beauty in the eyes of society, and with a society that is going to pin me as unattractive for something as superficial as my looks—why would I want to be attractive for them? Why would I take anything that they have to say to heart? Your only competitor is yourself. You don’t owe your attractiveness to anyone. You don’t owe anything concerning your body, to anyone. Wear your bikini. Flaunt your every roll on your body at your own will. You are beautiful. You are deserving. You are more than a silly number on your pants. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel ashamed of your body. It’s worth admiration regardless of size, of color, of mobility, of health, of gender, of any ailment. You are worth so much.
This is an amazing post. Health-wise, I’d like to lose more weight; mentally, and in terms of my self-esteem, I would love to be happy just how I am. Striving for a nice balace of the two :)](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma962xtUfg1qdy25vo1_500.jpg)
[trigger warning; mentions an ED in passing]
At 26, I’ve spent my entire life being fat. It took an exercise addiction and an eating disorder for me to realize nothing was wrong with me. It took countless rejections because of my looks and weight, disgusted faces, and snickering behind my back and to my face to realize that nothing was wrong with me. I have a double chin. I have a nice, fat, face. I have thunder thighs that demand attention. I have a belly that jiggles when I’m bellowing in laughter. I have stretch marks on my breasts and countless other areas of my over-efficient body. And nothing is wrong with me. I’m not an ideal image of beauty in the eyes of society, and with a society that is going to pin me as unattractive for something as superficial as my looks—why would I want to be attractive for them? Why would I take anything that they have to say to heart? Your only competitor is yourself. You don’t owe your attractiveness to anyone. You don’t owe anything concerning your body, to anyone. Wear your bikini. Flaunt your every roll on your body at your own will. You are beautiful. You are deserving. You are more than a silly number on your pants. Don’t ever let anyone make you feel ashamed of your body. It’s worth admiration regardless of size, of color, of mobility, of health, of gender, of any ailment. You are worth so much.
This is an amazing post. Health-wise, I’d like to lose more weight; mentally, and in terms of my self-esteem, I would love to be happy just how I am. Striving for a nice balace of the two :)
