Tattoos are so great because they can help people with bad self esteem to see their bodies as the pieces of art they always were.

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Tattoos are so great because they can help people with bad self esteem to see their bodies as the pieces of art they always were.
I keep repeating, “Self-control is just empathy with your future self” and it’s honestly saving my life right now.
Spiritually healthy people are those with the ability to look at themselves with fearless honesty. They’re not afraid to admit they have an ego because they recognize that they are human. Rather than saying “look what all of these people are doing wrong”, they say “I’ve been wrong too, and that is why I have been able to do better.” The times of greatest growth occur when we are at our worst. Character is determined by the way in which we are able to learn from our pain, and most importantly, our mistakes. Too many people are afraid to admit that they are less than perfect, especially regarding spiritual matters, which saddens me because it creates a community that is fixated on perfection. What these people don’t realize is that denial is the greatest perpetrator to spiritual sickness.
exactly what i try to explain to everyone
your 20's: the era when you gotta make shit happen but all you wanna do is chill.
Being able to find someone you click with so naturally is the best feeling ever. You feel like you’ve been best friends you’re whole life, it feels like you’re coming home. You’re so comfortable with them. Maybe that’s what a soulmate is. Not someone who shares every single thing in common with you, but someone who feels like home.
Even if you don’t realize it, you are moving forward.
What the fuck is the universe trying to teach me right now
I’m forever questioning someone’s intentions.
I will never stop.
Because of the people who told you their intentions were pure. Then proved the opposite.
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Okay so here’s the lowdown. I found 4 sets of medium format negatives while I was thrift shop hunting a few weeks ago. They were sitting in a box of old vintage photographs in these plastic sleeves, and from what I could tell, they had been taken sometime in the 50’s. So obviously I brought them home, and today finally had them scanned in, and holy wow they are beautiful!!
NOW this is where I need the Internet’s help. I would absolutely love to find the women in these photographs/the photographer who took them. The only info I have is that the negatives were found in a thrift store on Hull St in Richmond, VA. They are medium format, and judging by the style of dress, made in 1940-1950. The owner of the thrift store had no idea where they came from. I’m posting the best/clearest scans of the images, so if y'all could reblog the shit out of this, I’m hoping we can find the owners of these amazing images.
this is my favorite thing in the universe
if you had to drop out of a class you are not a failure
if you had to take time off school you are not a failure
if you had to leave school for good you are not a failure
your worth is not determined by academia and this goes doubly so for disabled people and others for whom school is set against them
stop reconnecting with toxic people from your past because you’re lonely. focus on getting better and attracting better.
wanting to dismantle beauty standards but also defining yourself by them
Telling someone how you feel is honestly the hardest shit ever.
It is very hard. It can be painful. It can make you feel terrible. Like your world is crumbling.
Do it anyway.
The more honest you are with others the more honest you become with yourself and thats the real jackpot. Over time you build up more strength and it becomes a little less scary every time. Its uncomfortable but so worth it. You’ll amaze yourself with how much you can endure and heal and grow.
Telling someone how you feel is very hard.
Do it anyway.
“Imagine having a child that refuses to hug you or even look you in the eyes”
Imagine being shamed, as a child, for not showing affection in a way that is unnatural or even painful for you. Imagine being forced, as a child, to show affection in a way that is unnatural or even painful for you. Imagine being told, as a child, that your ways of expressing affection weren’t good enough. Imagine being taught, as a child, to associate physical affection with pain and coercion.
As a preschool special ed para, this is very important to me. All my kids have their own ways of showing affection that are just as meaningful to them as a hug or eye contact is to you or me.
One gently squeezes my hand between both of his palms as he says “squish.” I reciprocate. When he looks like he’s feeling sad or lost, I ask if I can squish him, and he will show me where I can squish him. Sometimes it’s almost like a hug, but most of the time, it’s just a hand or an arm I press between my palms. Then he squishes my hand in return, says “squish,” and moves on. He will come ask for squishes now, when he recognizes that he needs them.
Another boy smiles and sticks his chin out at me, and if he’s really excited, he’ll lean his whole body toward me. The first time he finally won a game at circle time, he got so excited he even ran over and bumped chins with me. He now does it when he sees me outside of school too. I stick out my chin to acknowledge him, and he grins and runs over and I lean down for a chin bump.
Yet another child swings my hand really fast. At a time when another child would be seeking a hug, she stands beside me and holds my hand, and swings it back and forth, with a smile if I’m lucky. The look on her face when I initiate the hand swinging is priceless.
Another one bumps his hip against mine when he walks by in the hallway or on the playground, or when he gets up after I’m done working with him. No eye contact, no words, but he goes out of his way to “crash” into me, and I tell him that it’s good to see him. He now loves to crash into me when I’m least expecting it. He doesn’t want anything, really. Just a bump to say “Hi, I appreciate you’re here.” And when he’s upset and we have to take a break, I’ll bump him, ask if he needs to take a walk, and we just go wander for a bit and discuss whatever’s wrong, and he’s practically glued to my side. Then one more bump before we go back into the room to face the problem.
Moral of the story is, alternative affection is just as valid and vitally important as traditional affection. Reciprocating alternative affection is just as valid and vitally important as returning a hug. That is how you build connections with these children.
This is so goddamn important.
I verbally express affection. A LOT.
My husband… doesn’t. I don’t know why. For the longest time part of me wondered if it meant he loved me less.
At some point I told him about a thing I had done as a kid. Holding hands, three squeezes means ‘I Love You’.
Suddenly he’s telling me I Love You all the time.
Holding my hand, obviously, but also randomly.
taptaptap
on my hand, my shoulder, my butt, my knee, whatever body part is closest to him, with whatever part of him is closest to me
All the time.
More often than I ever verbally said it.
It’s an ingrained signal now, I can tap three times on whatever part of him, and get three taps back in his sleep. Apparently I do the same.
It’s made a huge difference for us.
People say things differently.