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I want to cry, but I can't because I'm afraid that it will be invalidated by the same people you want to pour your heart out to. Being told that it's immature to cry when you reach a certain age, or that you are just being emotional about the matter, or that it simple is something that shouldn't be cried about just really kills something inside you. Something deep in your chest just crumbles entirely. Your scandalous weeping becomes a mild hiccuping sound, your river of tears suddenly dries, and your gaping mouth turns into a fine line. You stop just like they wanted. You stop crying, you stop explaining, you stop justifying, you stop trusting, you stop confiding. In the end, I just want to cry again at what has become of me because of them. But I can't. The tears just won't come anymore.

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@ still.life

[vixvigil]

“[…] traumatised people become stuck, stopped in their growth because they can’t integrate new experiences into their lives. […] Being traumatised means continuing to organise your life as though the trauma were still going on—unchanged and immutable—as every new encounter or event is contaminated by the past.”

— Bessel van der Kolk, The Body Keeps The Score

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[coffeemages]

Your daughters do not exist to give you grandchildren

[onewiththedance]

Your daughters do not exist to give you grandchildren

[logpaige]

In addition Your sons do not exist to give you grandchildren

[logpaige]

[ladyfresh]

The Woman in a Jim Crow Photo By MAURICE BERGER

When Joanne Wilson stepped out to enjoy a balmy summer afternoon with her niece in 1956, she stepped into history. The two stood in front of a movie theater in downtown Mobile, Ala., dressed in their Sunday best. But the neon sign that loomed overhead — “Colored Entrance” — cast a despairing shadow.

“I wasn’t going in,” Mrs. Wilson recalled. “I didn’t want to take my niece through the back entrance. She smelled popcorn and wanted some. All I could think was where I could go to get her popcorn.”

That moment was captured by Gordon Parks, who was working on a Life photo essay that documented everyday life among an extended African-American family in the rural South. Although it was not among the final selections published in September 1956 as “The Restraints: Open and Hidden,” the photograph of Mrs. Wilson and her niece, Shirley Diane Kirksey, is among the most compelling of the project.

We usually associate civil rights photography with dramatic scenes of historic events. But this image helps us to understand that the battle for racial equality and justice was waged not just through epic demonstrations, speeches and conflagrations, but also through the quiet actions of individuals.

More than half a century later, the Gordon Parks Foundation honored Mrs. Wilson with a gift of that color print during its celebrity-filled annual awards dinner at the Plaza Hotel in New York City. Speaking in a lilting but strong voice, Mrs. Wilson recounted on Tuesday night what it was like to encounter and work with Mr. Parks — how comfortable he made her feel and her need to teach him, the Northerner, “the things we could do and the things we could not do” under the watchful eyes of segregationists.

White supremacists understood the power of the camera to expose their violent prejudices and turn the nation against them. As Mr. Parks recalled later, the risk of retaliation for participating in the Life story was great, both for the photographer and for his subjects. But neither he nor Mrs. Wilson would be intimidated.

Gordon Parks, courtesy of the Gordon Parks Foundation A black classroom in Shady Grove, Ala., 1956. “My family saw the photo essay as an opportunity to advance the cause of civil rights,” said Michael Wilson, Mrs. Wilson’s son and the family historian. “These pictures were going to be published in a national magazine. People across the country would clearly see the problem. They could see our plight. Maybe then we could get help.”

Despite the poverty and racial enmity all around her, Mrs. Wilson endeavored to make life for her family as normal as possible. In 1956, she married Troy Wilson, a longshoreman. They had two children. After receiving her college degree, she taught American government and economics for 36 years at Mattie T. Blount High School, which served a predominantly black and low-income community in Prichard, Ala.

Like her father, Albert Thornton Sr., she believed in the power of education to uplift African-Americans and prepare them to overcome racism and segregation. Each year, she organized a bake sale to finance a trip to Atlanta for her female students and introduce them to the city’s historically black colleges.

Mrs. Wilson, who was not featured in the final photo essay, survived its publication relatively unscathed. Her sister and brother in-law, Allie Lee Causey and Willie Causey, were less fortunate. Mrs. Causey, a teacher in a ramshackle one-room schoolhouse in Shady Grove, Ala., was quoted in the piece as advocating integration as “the only way through which Negroes will receive justice.” One of the most outspoken members of the Thornton family, she helped to organize voter drives and teach community members the Bill of Rights, the recital of which from memory was a prerequisite for African-Americans to vote in many Southern states.

As Life later reported, Mrs. Causey’s candor and activism infuriated white supremacists, who taunted the couple about their participation in the photo essay. Service stations refused to sell gas to Mr. Causey, a woodcutter and farmer. He was soon accused of owing money on his truck, which was seized by alleged creditors. Without it, he was unable to work. Two weeks after the photo essay was published, Mrs. Causey was fired from her teaching job. Unable to make a living and fearing for their safety, the couple moved out of Alabama.

Mrs. Causey, who died in 2006, never taught again.

Despite these setbacks, the family had no misgivings about appearing in the piece. “Everyone was very impressed with the article,” Mr. Wilson said. “They felt that they had made a friend. Gordon had become part of the family.” After the essay was published, Mr. Parks would periodically check in with Mrs. Wilson’s parents.

Mrs. Wilson’s only quibble with the photograph of her and her niece was that Mr. Parks did not tell her the strap of her slip had fallen. “I always wanted to look neat and nice,” she said. “I did not want to be mistaken for a servant. Dressing well made me feel first class. I wanted to set an example.”

But Mr. Parks may have had a reason for the oversight: a desire to stress the human side of an image that, in its refinement and flair, could at first be mistaken for one of his fashion photographs. In this context, Mrs. Wilson was not just challenging racism and stereotypes through meticulous self-presentation. She was also going about her daily life, like millions of women, black and white — tending to the needs of an energetic young child, but in a hostile environment.

The price she paid for meeting this responsibility, as anyone who has cared for a child knows, was the distraction that made her overlook the fallen strap. Yet, it is this poignant detail that helps us to identify with her. And it is this appeal to empathy, a central goal of Mr. Parks’s civil rights work, that helped him to challenge racism’s abiding myth: that we are fundamentally different.

The decision of the Gordon Parks Foundation to honor Mrs. Wilson challenges another misconception: that history is principally the domain of the famous and powerful. As the Life photo essay shows, history is also made through the daily, unheralded acts of ordinary people. What we see in Mr. Parks’s image is a determined and self-possessed woman, challenging stereotypes and fortifying herself against the poisonous tide of oppression that threatened to engulf her and her family.

Mrs. Wilson’s humanity was under assault, and she chose, in her own way, to fight back. Fifty-seven years later, that moment is potent proof that even the smallest gesture, seen through the right eyes, can change the world.

[logpaige]

ladyfresh: The Woman in a Jim Crow Photo
By MAURICE BERGER When Joanne Wilson stepped out to enjoy a balmy summer afternoon with her niece in 1956, she stepped into history. The two stood in front of a movie theater in downtown Mobile, Ala., dressed in their Sunday best. But the neon sign that loomed overhead — “Colored Entrance” — cast a despairing shadow. “I wasn’t going in,” Mrs. Wilson recalled. “I didn’t want to take my niece through the back entrance. She smelled popcorn and wanted some. All I could think was where I could go to get her popcorn.” That moment was captured by Gordon Parks, who was working on a Life photo essay that documented everyday life among an extended African-American family in the rural South. Although it was not among the final selections published in September 1956 as “The Restraints: Open and Hidden,” the photograph of Mrs. Wilson and her niece, Shirley Diane Kirksey, is among the most compelling of the project. We usually associate civil rights photography with dramatic scenes of historic events. But this image helps us to understand that the battle for racial equality and justice was waged not just through epic demonstrations, speeches and conflagrations, but also through the quiet actions of individuals. 
More than half a century later, the Gordon Parks Foundation honored Mrs. Wilson with a gift of that color print during its celebrity-filled annual awards dinner at the Plaza Hotel in New York City. Speaking in a lilting but strong voice, Mrs. Wilson recounted on Tuesday night what it was like to encounter and work with Mr. Parks — how comfortable he made her feel and her need to teach him, the Northerner, “the things we could do and the things we could not do” under the watchful eyes of segregationists. White supremacists understood the power of the camera to expose their violent prejudices and turn the nation against them. As Mr. Parks recalled later, the risk of retaliation for participating in the Life story was great, both for the photographer and for his subjects. But neither he nor Mrs. Wilson would be intimidated. 
Gordon Parks, courtesy of the Gordon Parks Foundation
A black classroom in Shady Grove, Ala., 1956.
“My family saw the photo essay as an opportunity to advance the cause of civil rights,” said Michael Wilson, Mrs. Wilson’s son and the family historian. “These pictures were going to be published in a national magazine. People across the country would clearly see the problem. They could see our plight. Maybe then we could get help.” Despite the poverty and racial enmity all around her, Mrs. Wilson endeavored to make life for her family as normal as possible. In 1956, she married Troy Wilson, a longshoreman. They had two children. After receiving her college degree, she taught American government and economics for 36 years at Mattie T. Blount High School, which served a predominantly black and low-income community in Prichard, Ala. Like her father, Albert Thornton Sr., she believed in the power of education to uplift African-Americans and prepare them to overcome racism and segregation. Each year, she organized a bake sale to finance a trip to Atlanta for her female students and introduce them to the city’s historically black colleges. Mrs. Wilson, who was not featured in the final photo essay, survived its publication relatively unscathed. Her sister and brother in-law, Allie Lee Causey and Willie Causey, were less fortunate. Mrs. Causey, a teacher in a ramshackle one-room schoolhouse in Shady Grove, Ala., was quoted in the piece as advocating integration as “the only way through which Negroes will receive justice.” One of the most outspoken members of the Thornton family, she helped to organize voter drives and teach community members the Bill of Rights, the recital of which from memory was a prerequisite for African-Americans to vote in many Southern states. As Life later reported, Mrs. Causey’s candor and activism infuriated white supremacists, who taunted the couple about their participation in the photo essay. Service stations refused to sell gas to Mr. Causey, a woodcutter and farmer. He was soon accused of owing money on his truck, which was seized by alleged creditors. Without it, he was unable to work. Two weeks after the photo essay was published, Mrs. Causey was fired from her teaching job. Unable to make a living and fearing for their safety, the couple moved out of Alabama. Mrs. Causey, who died in 2006, never taught again. Despite these setbacks, the family had no misgivings about appearing in the piece. “Everyone was very impressed with the article,” Mr. Wilson said. “They felt that they had made a friend. Gordon had become part of the family.” After the essay was published, Mr. Parks would periodically check in with Mrs. Wilson’s parents. Mrs. Wilson’s only quibble with the photograph of her and her niece was that Mr. Parks did not tell her the strap of her slip had fallen. “I always wanted to look neat and nice,” she said. “I did not want to be mistaken for a servant. Dressing well made me feel first class. I wanted to set an example.” But Mr. Parks may have had a reason for the oversight: a desire to stress the human side of an image that, in its refinement and flair, could at first be mistaken for one of his fashion photographs. In this context, Mrs. Wilson was not just challenging racism and stereotypes through meticulous self-presentation. She was also going about her daily life, like millions of women, black and white — tending to the needs of an energetic young child, but in a hostile environment. The price she paid for meeting this responsibility, as anyone who has cared for a child knows, was the distraction that made her overlook the fallen strap. Yet, it is this poignant detail that helps us to identify with her. And it is this appeal to empathy, a central goal of Mr. Parks’s civil rights work, that helped him to challenge racism’s abiding myth: that we are fundamentally different. The decision of the Gordon Parks Foundation to honor Mrs. Wilson challenges another misconception: that history is principally the domain of the famous and powerful. As the Life photo essay shows, history is also made through the daily, unheralded acts of ordinary people. What we see in Mr. Parks’s image is a determined and self-possessed woman, challenging stereotypes and fortifying herself against the poisonous tide of oppression that threatened to engulf her and her family. Mrs. Wilson’s humanity was under assault, and she chose, in her own way, to fight back. Fifty-seven years later, that moment is potent proof that even the smallest gesture, seen through the right eyes, can change the world.

[excerptsofstories]

“He’s such an idiot for hurting you.” They said, tossing words left and right into the bottom of the sea. “No, you’re wrong. He’s not.” I replied. If fact, he’s anything but an idiot. He was my world. I thought he was my future. When you loved someone, it’s hard to talk bad about them, not matter how bad they hurt you. As they just rolled their eyes, thinking how clueless I am, I keep my eyes from spilling gallons of water because I miss you. I’m the idiot, the idiot for not being good enough.

Excerpt from a book I will never write #1156 (via excerptsofstories)

[ninasdrafts]

“It’s been a while.” Frail. Her voice sounded so goddamn frail. She didn’t know how they’d ended up alone together in the barely lit garden when they’d been in a crowded room a heartbeat before, and how he’d gotten so close that she could count the freckles on his nose in the weak lamplight. “Yes. Yes, it’s been a while,” he echoed, so close that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her face. Too close. He smelled of cheap vodka and something sweet - cherry, maybe. The confusion was visible in his brown eyes, the way he didn’t quite know how to act around her, the way he tried to suppress his initial reaction of reaching out to touch her. “Please stay where you are,” she whispered and the hurt that flashed across his face broke her heart all over again. He’d never shared her view on life, had always failed to understand why she was so afraid. She knew that with every time she said hello to him came a goodbye, like thunder unrelentlessly followed lightning. And while he would always choose everything over nothing, accepting the bad times if it meant also getting the good ones, she’d rather stick with nothing at all, too scared of the tears and the heartbreak and the prospect of having to move on if things didn’t work out. Always careful. “Talk to me, please,” he begged, shivering slightly in the cold, “there are so many things we should talk about.” He was right - they had turned their backs on unfinished business, paused arguments and unsaid words that now squeezed her throat shut. But she couldn’t do it. Couldn’t run back to him simply because the opportunity was there and he was drunk, both on vodka and on her, and because it would be easy to return to what she knew. It would be just as hard to let him go again. “Can’t we try to work things out? Can’t we try to be friends?” But how could they ever be just friends if he had seen every inch of her, if he knew her deepest secrets and how to break her? “I can’t. I can’t just be your friend.” She saw his face fall and her heart seized. But the knowledge remained: she could never say hello to him because it meant just another goodbye and if she never had to say goodbye again, it’d be too soon. But where did they stand when being friends wasn’t enough but being more than friends was too much?

excerpt n.j. (via ninasdrafts)

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[logpaige]

Someone else drew a picture of fine line like this and I wanted to try it. It’s not the best. His hands are funny looking; I’m not good at drawing ESPECIALLY HANDS!!

[nemfrog]

“The little dot we live on.” The Book of knowledge. v. 7. 1912.

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[aughustine]

safe foods to bust savoury/salty cravings 🌶️

- cup soup - a sachet of powder for a cup soup can be as little as 80kcals but the soup is really thick and filling so it can act as a meal or a snack.

- quorn crispy chicken nuggets - these things are a godsend!! they’re meat-free and taste exactly like real chicken nuggets. they’re also high protein and low fat, but the best part is they’re 33 kcals per nugget!! guilt be gone bitch!!!!

- houmous and veg - a couple of tablespoons of reduced fat houmous is only about 30kcals, and you can make it go really far by having it with some celery sticks (one stalk is around 10kcals).

- crackers/savoury biscuits - ritz crackers are 16 kcals each. need I say more.

- popcorn - air-popped popcorn is only 30kcals a cup and is low in fat and high in fibre.

- edamame beans - sprinkle a little salt on 50g of these and you’ve got yourself a high-protein, vitamin-rich 60kcal snack. 

- literally any veggie with a tiny bit of salt - sounds odd but trust me, it works. my favourite is cucumber, but it also works well with celery or bell pepper.

(if you have any other suggestions then please add them onto this post! stay safe.)

[calcounterr]

Things I’ve picked up along the way

Here’s some tips & calculations I’ve acquired over the past few months!

Tips

• stay hydrated!! 💦 Drinking more water actually makes your metabolism faster. Your metabolism is all the chemical reactions taking place in your body keeping you alive - specifically, catabolism (catabolic reactions) is responsible for converting food into energy. Proper hydration improves the transport of glucose to your cells and also improves sensitivity to insulin, which speeds up weight loss. I normally drink 2L of plain water per day, then a few cups of tea on top of that.

Drinking 0.5 litres of water is shown to increase resting metabolism by 10-30% for up to an hour. Bonus - cold water will burn even more calories as your body uses energy to warm it up.

• caffeine ☕️  will boost your metabolic rate and increase fat burning, BUT don’t drink too much. 500mg or more caffeine in one day (around 5 cups of coffee) is enough to have a significant diuretic effect. This means that it increases urine production in your kidneys to the extent where it may dehydrate you. For every cup of coffee or green tea you have, pair it with a glass of water. Drinking too much coffee can also cause your body to become tolerant to caffeine intake, meaning the positive effects on your metabolism will be lost.

• spicy food 🌶 hot foods containing peppers provide capsaicin, which boosts your metabolism! Plus, if it’s really spicy, you’re more likely to finish eating sooner and eat less overall.

• probiotics 💊 by taking probiotics, you increase the number of and diversity of ‘friendly’ bacteria 🦠 in your gut. These bacteria help you to digest food properly, and low diversity of these bacteria in your gut can contribute to weight gain. Probiotics containing strains of Lactobacillus can also help with reduction of body fat, as studies have found individuals to lose an average of 3-4% body fat over 6 weeks, and in another case 8.2-8.5% of belly fat over 12 weeks.

• take your vitamins & meds 🍊 to help make sure your body gets the nutrients it needs (minus the excess calories) take multivitamins. Specifically, vitamins B12 & Iron help to maintain a healthy metabolism and will stop you getting so dizzy. Vitamin C is also good for keeping up your immune system, which would otherwise be difficult if you’re malnourished.

If you’ve been prescribed antidepressants, take them. It’s easier to overeat when you’re down. Plus some antidepressants (e.g. citalopram) reduce your appetite significantly.

• HIIT training 🏃🏻‍♀️ intervals of walking / jogging followed by 30 second sprints are better for fat burning than low intensity, long jogs.

Your body’s aim is to maintain its energy stores, so it wants you to perform in the most efficient way. Like driving a car, repeated sudden & rapid acceleration uses more fuel. Your body will also continue to burn calories at a higher rate for hours after a HIIT workout, due to the replacement of your depleted oxygen levels after sprints. This wouldn’t be the case if your workout only included steady state cardio.

• sleep 💤 not getting enough sleep can slow down your metabolism by reducing your cell’s sensitivity to insulin. It also increases the hormone that causes hunger (ghrelin) and decreases the hormone that makes you feel full (leptin).

• try to eat fewer than 100g of carbs per day, regardless of your calorie goal 🍞

• reduce sodium intake🧂 and increase potassium intake 🍌 to decrease water retention!

• vitamin B6, dandelion extract and magnesium 🌼 also decrease water retention.

•  jelly 🍓 - Hartley’s have a ‘10 cal’ range of jellies in loads of different flavours, each pot being a maximum of 10 calories! Most flavours are less than that though, my favourite being the raspberry at 3cals per pot 

•  miso soup!! 🥣 Miso is super good for you, it has loads of different vitamins and probiotics which aid digestion (as mentioned above!) Its also only 21 calories per bowl. It tastes pretty good, but it smells disgusting, which is great for curbing your appetite afterwards. 

You can mix miso paste with hot water, or brands like itsu sell individual soup sachets. I prefer the sachets as I feel more sure of the calorie content.

•  Shirataki noodles 🍜- these are white, almost translucent noodles which are made from glucomannan (a fibre which causes weight loss!) and contain no digestible carbs. The brand I buy is called Barebaked Noodles - there is 2 servings in one bag at 15 cals each. I normally mix up some chicken or beef stock and mix the noodles in after cooking them.

•  Rice crackers with Dairylea spread 🧀 are amazing. There are 26 calories in each lightly salted rice cracker, and only 50 cals in a serving of the cheese spread (which normally covers two crackers for me)

• protein 🍳 I know we’re all terrified of protein for fear we might get bulky or even just maintain muscle that we don’t want - but by eating a small amount of protein per day, that won’t happen. By not consuming enough protein as well as being malnourished, you risk your hair falling out. Your hair is made up of a protein called keratin, and it’s also not necessary for survival. As I mentioned above, your body’s aim is to function as efficiently as possible for survival - so when nutrients are scarce, it will only do what’s necessary - which doesn’t include hair growth.

In one egg white, there’s 17 calories and 4g of protein. Even just a small amount will help maintain your metabolism somewhat, and could prevent hair loss.

• keep a rubber band around your wrist. If you feel the urge to binge, gently pull it back and snap it against the back of your forearm. Don’t do this too hard or you might break your skin and I’m not encouraging self harm here! If you do this each time you feel the impulsive urges to eat everything in sight, you’ll slowly start to condition yourself out of overeating.

• keep a food diary, and record your feelings before & after each meal, especially binges. You’ll start to see a trend and identify your fear / trigger foods. Knowing that you will need to write down your feelings after eating will also discourage you from a binge before it happens, as you already know how it ends. 📔

Calculations

• 1lb of fat is equal to 3500 calories - this is the amount you need to be in deficit by to lose 1lb of fat.

• your BMR (basal metabolic rate) is the amount of calories you will naturally burn each day without exercising. You can calculate it using these formulae:

Men: 88.362 + (13.397 x weight in kg) + (4.799 x height in cm) - (5.677 x age)

Women: 447.593 + (9.247 x weight in kg) + (3.908 x height in cm) - (4.330 x age)

• to convert lbs to kg, divide by 2.2 :)

• METs (metabolic equivalent of task) are like a measure of the intensity of a workout, or energy expenditure compared with when just sitting doing nothing.

You can google the MET of a particular workout (e.g jumping jacks) and use this to calculate how many calories you’ll burn per minute. Here’s the formula for that:

( MET x 3.5 x your weight in kg ) / 200 = cals burned per minute

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Hope these are useful! Stay safe everyone 💛🌸

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[45kgclubb-blog]

U GUYS!!!! When i first made this and looked at it, i was like “Ew im not gonna drink shit, not today satan:)” BUT I TASTED IT AND IT SO GOOD!!!! Pls try it