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I can relate to both sides of this argument. I’ve been on both sides. This is powerful
This is a lesson that I still need to learn. That although I may not view myself as “that one”.... yet - someone else still can. And I need to let someone love me.
Just a reminder, that no matter what you read on tumblr:
Losing weight is hard
Changing your lifestyle or fitness levels is hard
You will make mistakes
You will learn a lot about yourself and those around you
Its OK and normal to be scared that you will fail - lets talk about it
Its OK to be honest about your fears - lets talk about it
Don’t be afraid to change your method or direction if its not working
You don’t have to pretend your journey is easy to make your followers happy Be humble. Love yourself.
mmmmmm
well, isn’t this just the cutest message to wake up to! 😊
I want this.
I just want some iced coffee and someone to hookup with
Always remember three things: 1. Never settle for what society tells you is normal. 2. Never settle for less than you deserve. 3. And never settle for what you think is best for anyone else but yourself.
EY (via latelycravingmore)
I worry that one day I am going to settle just because I am so afraid of being alone.
For my lovely anon this morning 😘
Just shake it off
In the wise words of T.swizzle
I want you to imagine a ten year old version of yourself sitting right there on this couch. Now this is the little girl who first believed that she was fat, and ugly, and an embarrassment.
This is groundbreaking
this is my third time rebloging this today. this is so important.
I have goosebumps
I’ve spent far too much of my life telling myself this. Would I tell 10 year old me this? No. Did 10 year old me tell 10 year old me this. Yes.
I know i’ve reblooged this before (in fact I am currently reblogging it from myself) but I think it is so important. There are many good things I am sure happened from my childhood that I don’t remember - but what I do remember is standing in front of a mirror stark naked and judging my body. Telling myself that if only I didn’t have breasts. If only I was skinnier. If only I was prettier. Purely hating myself. A 10 year old shouldn’t know how to hate. We are not born knowing how to hate. It is not an innate emotion - it is taught, learned.
I remember when I learnt how to count calories, a “skill” i’ve carried with me throughout the years. A ‘skill’ i used to be so proud of that I was good at. A skill which stopped me eating lunch at school only to binge when I got home because I hadn’t eaten all day. A skill which had me measuring out my muesli at age 14 because I could ONLY eat a serving, not a gram more. A skill which had me running on a treadmill for over an hour because I had eaten a delicious muffin right before. A skill which had me petrified of eating anything that wasn’t on the salad bar from the dining hall. A skill which had me staring enviously at my dorm mates plates as they uncaringly ate waffle fries and chicken nuggets on nugget Tuesday. There are millions of memories like this. Memories I don’t want to remember.
Sometimes I still rest my chin on my collarbone now. Not because its a comfortable position (you try resting your head in that angle....) but to reassure myself that its there.
That I don’t kill myself in the gym for nothing. Yes it provides me with other things - stress relief for one. But some of that anxiety that comes when I cant work out is because that irrational part of my brain which is still there is convinced that four days away from the gym - day’s spent with family and yes maybe a little more food than usual - is going to turn me into the 90kg girl I used to be.
A girl I can’t go back to being. A girl I never want to be again. Now look, if you are happy at 90kg then there is nothing wrong with it - I am not trying to fat shame - you can be a healthy 90kg.
But me, I wasn’t happy. I am 5′3″ (barely) and 90kg on me wasn’t pretty and I wasn’t happy. I was miserable and I still carry that with me. I will go for the size 14, the size L and then am still surprised when they hang off me. I instinctively go for the loose baggy clothes to hide my shape, even though they make look a good 10kg heavier. I don’t even know what I look like anymore my own perception is so warped.
I want boys to like me but I am so convinced I am too weird, overweight, fat and ugly to let that happen to acknowledge that it might happen, because silly B why would they ever like you? You’re the fat, ugly friend that the wingman talks to so the hot one can get at your friend. Yet I have proof this isn’t the case. And I know part of it is me. Part of me won’t let people get close. And I know that from even just friends. I don’t know why. I know I have standards - that I won’t settle and that is good - but at the same time in 23 years has there been no one I would ever want to be with - or have I just ignored it so much because I am convinced no one ever could?
Sometimes I know my thinking is distorted, unreasonable, unrational and completely unhealthy. But why don’t I do something to fix it? Why can’t I get myself to a psychologist to fix it? Part of me doesn’t want to because its something to wallow about - something I can depend on - something I can blame everything on.
These are things I’ve never really admitted to anyone but myself. And it feels like good to get it off my chest. Good, but scary.
Perhaps we’ll meet again when we’re better for each other.
Ten Word Poem #6 (via rumour)
this breaks my heart
(via vu-oto)
As much as this sucks I want someone who makes me feel like this.
internet slang i just had to google.
To the girls who think you’re too chubby: You are perfect. Your body is so cute and you can literally pull off any outfit you’d like. To the girls who think you’re too skinny: You are elegant and beautiful. I know sometimes tumblr might make you feel bad, but you are absolutely amazing and deserve to love your body too.
Progress is progress. ❤️
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This post was grating on my nerves with every pun. And then, then I read the caption. And I closed my eyes, thinking to myself I know I must deserve this hell. Now I know what it’s like for a post to physically pain me.
