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April 20, 2015 by Sara Alcid
[Image: Photo is of two white presenting women kissing. The one on the left has short blonde hair and the one on the right has long brown hair. The blond woman has her hand extended straight out with the palm facing the camera. There is a rainbow flag...
but this is so crucial
I just always reblog this.
“If the bar feels heavy. Step one is to grow a set of balls. Seriously. Sometimes shit is heavy – that’s why it’s powerlifting. You want easy weights, go hop on a leg press, preferably the pin loaded version. That way you can pump out reps while you read the paper or update your Facebook page. Pussy.” - Dave Tate (at Crossfit 787 Mayaguez)
My recovery tattoo. I was finally feeling very solid in my reocvery, especially when I become free from counting calories about a month ago, so I wanted to mark this freedom with this very special tattoo
All of a sudden, I stopped.
It came out of no where. I just all of a sudden stopped counting calories. I honestly never thought there would come a time where I would stop counting. I always had this calculator in my head, I knew most food's calories without having to look it up so I just kept a running tally in my head as I ate, and if I didn't know the calories of what I was eating I'd just guess. Counting was second nature, automatic Until it wasn't anymore. Two weekends ago I was pretty busy, was eating foods consecutively that I didn't know the calories of, drinking drinks I didn't know the calories of. I was just living like a regular person, and I didn't think to count. And then once I didn't count over the weekend, I didn't count for the days in the following week. And then i just stopped thinking about counting. Now I just don't count at all. To be honest, when I counted, though I'd be hitting minimums, it never allowed me to eat what I truly wanted. Now that calories are not a thought, I can choose at my will. This is freedom. I never thought I could feel so free.
Dinner tonight was delicious fajitas!
Y'all, I was feeling like the cutest thing yesterday
1. Stop faking your fucking orgasms. Society already tells young men that they run the fucking universe - if they can’t turn your cunt into a shooting star then for god’s sake, let them know about it. 2. Once you’ve stopped faking your fucking orgasms, use this newfound honesty throughout the rest of your life - stop ordering coffee you don’t actually like; stop sitting at a desk and allowing people to treat you like shit in the hopes that a meek attitude will earn you a promotion (it won’t); stop telling people they can finish your food when you’re not actually done yet. These may seem petty, but they add up, just like every orgasm you didn’t actually get to have. 3. If you wanna dance all night, dance all fucking night. Dance all night even if you have work in the morning. The worst that will happen is you’ll drink RedBull all day and look like a zombie - pass it off as a head cold to the real zombies you work with and flick through the embarrassing photos you’re being tagged in as you pretend to take a shit for some peace and quiet. I promise, you’ll remember dancing all night in ten years, not the suspicious way your boss looked at you that morning. 4. If your ass looks big in that, that’s a good thing. 5. You will never be as young as you are this second. Embrace it. 6. Embrace the fact that you’re going to get older. Ask your boyfriend if he will still love you when you’re seventy and your tits are down to your knees. Look forward to this time - seventy year old women are allowed to do pretty much whatever they want, and no-one can stop them. You can carry candy in your bag and not share it with a single soul. You can stay home all day and cross-stitch expletives onto handkerchiefs for your grandchildren and slip them under the table out of sight of the people you raised. You can drink whisky at 10am. Every phase of your life is going to be amazing for different reasons. Embrace that. 7. A lot of people will pretend to love Bukowski. Don’t pretend to love Bukowski if you don’t love Bukowski. It’s overplayed and no-one will mind if you actually like Virginia Andrews instead - the people who do mind are boring.
Some more little life lessons, by Daisy Lola. (via spearmintblonde)
Outfit of the day for Wednesday this past week!
Outfit of the day for the first day of my 3rd year at my university!
Outfit for today! I love these pants! They are actually jeggings so they fit perfectly. It's so hard for my to find jeans because I have larger legs and a big butt, and my waist/stomach area is a little smaller so jeans typically fit perfect on the legs and but but never on the waist. So these are great! I got them from Charlotte Russe.
My outfit for the day, these shorts are soooo short, the get shorter when I walk and I'm afraid my butt was hanging out half the day!
Hair Growth
My hair has made a huge turn around and I’ve really started to become more aware of the changes lately. Not only has it grown substantially but my hair follicles are actually stronger and less prone to breakage. Not to mention the amazing shine…I credit that to my increased fat intake.
As I was blowing out my hair the other morning I noticed that I had little shorter hairs all over my head that have sprouted up since recovery. I am literally growing more hair…hair that was not present during anorexia. I just can’t get over how cool this is!
My body is literally thriving due to my 18 months of genuine recovery. I could care less if I don’t have societies ideal body shape…I like me just the way that I am. Wow. I can’t believe I just wrote that! It has been a long road of up’s and down’s to get to this point.
I noticed the short hairs growing as well when I got my hair cut a few months ago, my mom cried! It was amazing to see the physical change
2 outfits for today! I took a shower at 4 pm so that required an outfit change
Intake 8/13 Breakfast: everything bagel with garden vegetable cream cheese, 2 boiled eggs Lunch: 2 peices of grilled chicken, two sweet potatoes topped with crumbled bleu cheese and bacon bits, and some honeydew melon, strawberries, and a plum. And a piece of almond sea salt chocolate Dinner: grilled chicken sandwich on white bread with provolone cheese and buffalo sauce with a fresh fall salad that had basil vinaigrette, slices of pear, bleu cheese cumbles, and pecans. Also had some honey dew melon. Dessert: some tiramisu gelato, a peanut butter protien bar, and a piece of chocolate
#IfTheyGunnedMeDown Confronts How Minority Deaths Are Portrayed In Media
Following the fatal shooting of an unarmed black teen on Saturday, and the ensuing media portrayal of his death, Twitter expressed outrage in the form of a hashtag: #IfTheyGunnedMeDown
this is currently my favorite post on tumblr.
