ginafindsbalance:

dessida:

slew of self-deprecating thoughts prattling on in my head, when I stopped, and said aloud: “NO. I am not fat.”

As if that weren’t startling enough, I followed that up with: “And even if I were, who gives a shit? Does that even matter?”

And, though I am shocked by my own candor in that moment, I can’t help but feel proud. What is so bad about “fat”? I know PLENTY of beautiful women who are/identify as “fat” and it’s something they embrace.

What gives me the right to reject that which makes so many others beautiful? And at an even more basic level, what gives me the audacity to hate that which gives me life, that which supports my existence and provides me with only opportunity? My body is an extraordinary vessel. I’m tired of hating it; I’m tired of abusing it; I AM TIRED OF HATING MYSELF.

Fat is not the worst thing I could be. Bitter, self-deprecating, resentful, etc. etc. etc. - those are ugly qualities.

Hating myself for being human is worse than being fat (or what I perceive as being fat); hating myself trumps any negative word, label, name I could possibly assign myself. It is clear, more now than ever, that I have done, and am continuing to do, myself a huge disservice.

I know, probably better than most, that achieving self-love is an incredible task. But, I’m tired of delaying it in favor of perpetuating self-loathing. It’s time for acceptance, for love, for, above all, life, and a life I can be proud of.

Let’s go.

I love this post so so so much. And A+ usage of exegesis!

(Source: desssida, via thatfunnygirllauren)

harrysthefather:

DO PEOPLE NOT UNDERSTAND THAT I CAN BE SAD FOR NO REASON 

(via lesbian-father)

h0odrich:

I wanna jump off a building and not die just relieve stress by slamming onto the sidewalk and then get up and go get a slurpee or something

(via lesbian-father)

oohtheyhavenibbles:

I JUST FOUND OUT ABOUT GLOSTER CANARIES AND I’M GONNA CRY LOOKIT THEM

THEY HAVE BOWLCUTS

BOWLCUTS

LOOK AT THAT SMUG LITTLE FUCKER WITH HIS FUCKING BOWLCUT

(via lesbian-father)

• mom: are you awake
• me: bitch i might be