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Just an FYI for those in the US with insurance issues

Important information! Insurance coverage decisions are made by medically ignorant bean-counters. Until we can dismantle the whole shitty system, know how to scare them into submission.

nerdgasrnz

This is like that procedure Mr. Incredible told that old lady

I miss you

Waiting is an agonising process, more so for an impatient person

You know, if you don't want me anymore, just tell me. It's hard having to wait

I cried so much while waiting. How do I stop missing someone? Why can't the final result be out?

He's here to test my patience, I'm sure of it

veryfunnymemes

How do you not miss someone..?

It's hard when whatever happened was nobody's fault.

But it's actually simple. You are the one with the problem here. If you can just let it go and not miss the person, you would be fine.

Of cos, it would still be a tough period. But time will pass a little easier.

No one's at fault here. So there's no bitterness, anger or resentment. You just miss the person, that's all.

Cos that person changed the way you feel about many things in your life. It's just not the same anymore.

I can still live my life physically. But I can no longer look at certain items and places the same anymore. And I do feel that I just can't do this anymore.

I just can't.

It's not hurtful, cos there's no bitterness or anger.

I just miss him. It's even harder when deep down in your heart, you know you will never get to see him again.

Cos it's awkward for him. He can't do it.

I don't want to make things hard for him. I just want him to be happy, have inner peace.

But this would mean I would never see him again. No matter how much I want to hold him, hug him and kiss him, it's never possible.

I'm sure he misses me too, but he just can't face me.

Honestly, I don't think I can see him again in the future too: I cannot see him with another woman. I think I will just cry on the spot. Imagining him holding someone else's hand, hugging her or kissing her, it already hurt so much. But I want him to be happy. If he is happy with someone else, I am ok too. But just don't let me see it. I just can't. I want him to be happy, but I cannot see it. Cos I will cry in public. It's just too hard.

So it's actually me with the problem here. I just cannot take it easy.

我失宠了。

这是我不高兴的理由。

因为不服气，不甘愿。

只是这样而已。

Will never get to see him again. From experience, I know. So, unlike previous times, I no longer hope. Or think about it. Cos deep down, you know when it's over.

As simple as that

That heaviness in my heart...is not so much of the fear of losing him.

But cos I miss him.

I feel so useless.

It doesn't feel like he misses me. Or that his heart is with me.

All I feel is the distance he puts between us

Life is ironic.

The moment I decide to trust him fully, suspicious things happen. It's like I am being tested again

如果这是个坏蛋，那他离开，对你是好的。

可怕的是，赶都赶不走，还继续骚扰你的人生与生活。

如果这是真心对你的人，那他离开，确实很可惜。

不管是哪一种状况，你能怎样呢？

你无法让事情以你想要的方式进行着。你能做的，就是看淡，然后接受，最后承受，感受，哭。

再重新出发，过得更好。

What will be will be.

Yet, I think about it from time to time.

It's not like I can mould it into the outcome I want just by thinking about it.

Plus, nothing's worse than Josh...so it'll be fine. Eventually.

When the other party is not keen, I feel like giving up.

Cos I don't want to have to beg someone to stay anymore. I don't want the person I like to feel tired of me, I just want him to be happy.

Some people may think I should put up a fight, but I really don't want to even give the slightest annoyance to him. Inner peace is very important and I hope he gets most of it. Even if it means I have to let it go.

Both parties have to be willing to stay together. If one party feels tired, then no matter how hard the other party tries, it will still end in a break up. It actually becomes worse cos in the process of trying to get the person to stay, you have created more unhappiness, unnecessary troubles to each other when

You could have just ended it back then. Exit quickly, even if it means you are going to cry a lot and be in pain.

Cos you like him too much and don't want him to feel even a tinge of unhappiness, especially unhappiness that comes from you. You just want him to be happy, with or without you.

blackqueerblog

“I can’t wait to meet you, Steph. I’ve even bought you a gift!“As I minimised the WhatsApp conversation on my phone, I was filled with dread about what the next evening would bring. It was a couple of weeks before Christmas and I was going on my first date since the end of my last relationship, two years ago. To say I was extremely nervous was a severe understatement.

I’d been talking to Robert* for a couple of weeks via Bumble and then WhatsApp, and all seemed to be going well. Since the end of my last relationship, I’d been a bit wary of the opposite sex and had gone into every new dating app chat with a degree of scepticism (especially as I am plus-size – more on this later), however Robert seemed different. He was funny, very intelligent, open-minded and ambitious and more importantly, accepted and preferred the fact that I am plus-size.

It seems a bit silly to have to declare something as trivial as one’s weight on an app, but due to how a large percentage of plus-size women are treated in the dating world, some of us choose to add a note about our weight to our profiles, almost as some kind of ‘disclaimer’. It’s even worse when your weight intersects with something such as race or gender.

Date night with Robert finally came around and I was practically bursting into flames with excitement. We’d agreed to meet in Clapham in southwest London for a couple of drinks. I arrived at the venue early and tweeted a cute picture of myself, telling my followers that I was out on a first date. Robert arrived and the date began. We had a great time during the three or so hours we spent together – we laughed, we exchanged hilarious date-fail stories, we spoke about our families, likes and dislikes…just normal date stuff, you know? He’d even bought me a little ornament for my room as I’d told him I was still doing it up, which was sweet.

At the end of the night, we kissed and he said he wanted to see me again.A week later, and hours of speaking on the phone and texting throughout the night, we decided that he’d come over to my flat and we’d watch a few shows while I cooked (I know, I know, rookie mistake; like I said, I’m a dating newbie). Obviously, one thing led to another and we ended up sleeping together.

That was the last time I heard from him.Cut to this week when I receive an email from a friend of his. Apparently, Robert had shown my blog to his friends for ‘approval’. This friend tells me that in the interests of full transparency, he thought he should let me know that the reason I had not heard from Robert since our second date was because he had been dared to ‘pull a fat chick’ and – upon completing the dare – had won a sum of money his friends had pooled.

I felt sick. A wave of embarrassment and humiliation washed over me, and I went into my bathroom and cried. I had been terrified of meeting and talking to men for fear of them judging my appearance. As much as I know that I am an awesome person, I’m blindingly aware that the way I look is not what mainstream society considers to be ‘beautiful’, and that’s something I always have to think about and carry with me.

What should have been a lovely couple of dates – a bid to improve my confidence and self-esteem while tackling the shark-infested waters of dating – has turned into a teaching moment for me, and has definitely made me feel a lot more wary about dating in general and more importantly, trusting men.

Sadly, my story isn’t an isolated incident. We’ve all heard of sick pranks such as the ‘pull a pig’ game, which involves a group of men daring each other to hook up with the least attractive woman (in their eyes) in order to gain clout. There are tales as long as my arm from fellow plus-size women who have been duped or tricked in this way and frankly, a discussion needs to be had about it.

Dating as a plus-size woman, you see, is an exercise rooted more in patience and frustration than in romance. When you are not being ignored by prospective interests, you are either subjected to humiliation and abuse or you are fetishised for your weight. Either way, the abject failure to consider the feelings of the plus-size women in these situations is just another example of the ways in which we are not afforded the luxury of being treated as human beings. It highlights the lack of respect that some men have for women, particularly if they do not comply with social norms.

As plus-size women, we are not afforded the same humanity, care, love and respect as our thinner counterparts. This can force a monumental drop in confidence and either put us off dating for life or lead us to partake in more casual dating in an effort to prove our worth through sex.

Luckily (or maybe unluckily?) I had already deleted Robert’s number from my phone, after not hearing from him for a couple of weeks, so I have no way to contact and chastise him for what he did. I decided to ignore the friend’s email and used Twitter to tell my story, in the hope of opening up the conversation about the way plus-size women are treated. My aim was to raise awareness, and while I received some amazing, positive feedback, it also came with its share of trolling and horrible comments – almost all from men, who were either laughing at the situation or suggesting I change my appearance in order to be treated better next time.

I like to think that I’m confident enough and maybe numb enough to the whole experience and haven’t let it define me as a woman, but for those of us who are still on our journeys to finding self love and increasing our confidence, going through an experience where you are basically seen as an experiment can be battering.

Ultimately, what I’ve concluded is that men seem to undertake these ‘pranks’ as a way of gaining respect from their male friends at the expense of women’s feelings. Men, it’s time to stop being impressed by this toxic behaviour. It’s time to call it out, to hold each other accountable. Would you be as admiring if someone pulled a prank like this on a plus-size relative – on your sister, perhaps, or your cousin? Most of all, it’s time to start taking the emotions, perspectives and feelings of fat women seriously. Regardless of body shape, we all deserve to be treated with respect and basic common decency.

*Name has been changed

It’s important to give such things more visibility. I think writing about it is a brave act. Stephanie is so beautiful & powerful! 💕💕💕💕💕

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by Heather Theurer

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Snowing at sea

thecryptocreep

Why do I never think about the possibility of snow on the ocean??? Now I see why, because it’s too ethereal

mindblowingfactz

The German Parliament building has a glass dome above it that people can walk over. This is to remind the politicians that government should be transparent, and the people are always above them.

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It is also a 100% public building. Whenever there is a session (or not, but then it’s reduced to daytime hours), whoever wants to can go up into the dome and can watch the politicians. Transparency isn’t the main factor for the dome (in fact, the responsible architect build it that way to get natural light in and prove that german craftmanship is duperior). It’s the fact that in 99% of the time, the citizen they govern are literally there, observing. They are above them, yes, but more important: they are watching. There is no secrecy, no paying off media, no censorship when the population can see for themselves from possibly one of the best spots that building has to offer.

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Psst here’s what the interior looks like

quicksilver-rain

One of the contractors at work drove past my shack on a forklift yesterday, stopped, backed up to my window and said, “hey, do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend?”

My knee jerk response when asked this, even if it’s by a companionable dude old enough to be my dad, is to go, “uh, nah-” and then ramble uncomfortably until someone stops me-

-which is what I started to do, only to be cut off by Contractor saying, in an embarrassed rush, “some of the guys were asking me because you and I talk sometimes, but I didn’t want them to hit on you at work, so I told them that you Worship the Devil and would Hex them if they tried. I’m sorry.”

Which leaves me wheezing helplessly, trying to get my shit together, because this is honestly one of the nicest, most hysterical things I’ve ever heard someone say to me.

Oblivious to this, Contractor then follows up with, “and they were like ‘forreal??’ so I was like, ‘yeah, she’s probably a sadist, too, you can tell by her jewelry. She’ll stab you or something.’”

And tbh I can’t even come up with anything witty to say in response, so all I manage to choke out is, “pleASE LET THEM CONTINUE TO THINK THAT, I’M BEGGING YOU.”

And Contractor just smiles and is like, “Okay! I just wanted to let you know!” before driving off with his forklift.

Like?? Thank god for Contractor tbh. He’s an angel among men, and I hope the rest of his life is filled with prosperity and happiness and like, that he finds $20 on the ground every week for the rest of his life.

quicksilver-rain

Update: Every time Contractor sees me, he does a little Devil Horns gesture at me and its adorable.

quicksilver-rain

Update the Second: I saw Contractor while doing my tour and he told me that the guy that asked if I was single was around, and that if I saw him, I should just make complicated hand gestures at him while I walk by to scare him off.

This guy’s a fuckin gem.

illinicoise

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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not even risking that shit

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scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button.

isamaegreenleaf

Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol

nnfirnid

man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this

modelinterrupted

I don’t play that shit lol sorry

latenightsugar

WHyyyy

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Sorry everyone

just-jay25

If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only