I got told this 5+ yrs ago by one of ny favourite teachers and it still resonates w me so much
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I got told this 5+ yrs ago by one of ny favourite teachers and it still resonates w me so much
Just have a day
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my favourite place in the world is my imagination
I spent my entire school career afraid of being wrong because I was taught that to make a mistake was embarrassing. Now I’ve discovered that making a mistake just means you are one step closer to the right answer, and everyday I have to work to shake the mindset that a single wrong answer equals failure.
I’m making bread
bread boys
my sons!
THEY’RE DELICIOUS
frog bread was tagged explicit. reblog the forbidden frog bread for luck and power
if you don’t buy it, you can’t binge on it later. save money and calories. iss simple mafematics luv.
Wanna know what having anorexia is really like?
*sleeping as much as possible to keep yourself from binging *drinking so much green tea or coffee on an empty stomach that your hands shake *pushing on your stomach to stop the growling *exercising until your legs feel weak *peeing 40 times a day *weighing yourself daily *having to say no to foods you once loved *hiding your illness from family/boyfriend/friends *choking on giant vitamins *wearing jackets in the summer because you’re always cold *always being covered in bruises *binging when you’re alone… *…and then trying to puke or shit the guilt away *staring at thinspo literally 24/7 *crying when the number on the scale just won’t move no matter how long you fast *feeling guiltily proud of all your symptoms
This is not a joke
this is 100% true
am the only one who breaks out though? like when I restrict my skin doesn’t clear for a WHILE
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im crying
Do you know how many dogs I’ve met that get scared or anxious around men because in their previous home men hit them? A lot, and they are very protective of the women who have adopted them now.
Men who are violent towards women are often violent towards animals as well. They think we’re all chattel. If a man wants you to choose between your dog or cat or him, dump the guy. Those animals will love you for the rest of your life, loyal and true.
Actually, I have something to add.
The other day I saw a story where a woman was asking why her dogs had suddenly started growling at her boyfriend whenever he was in the same room as her son.
And my immediate thought was ‘that boyfriend has hurt the kid somehow.’
Spoilers: that was exactly the case.
Trust ur dogs when they say something is off.
The first time my sister came to visit, via plane, after I got my dog, pupper growled at her and wouldn’t go near her for the first day. Next visit was by car (two day drive)and pupper LOVED my sister. They snuggled and played and none of us could figure out why the change. We thought maybe the scent of my sisters cat had lingered on her clothes, making that first visit a rough one. Whereas when she came by car, the scent had had time to wear off. Well that was partially true…
Fast forward about six months when I went north to visit my family. My sister walked into my parents’ house and pupper ran to greet my sister. Stopped dead in her tracks and started growling and barking. Hackles raised, full protection mode. My sisters husband had just walked in behind her.
My precious puppy wanted NOTHING to do with him. She barked, growled, ran away, and sat between him and my sister. Y'all my dog had spent maybe a weekend a half around my sister but protected her like this was her flesh and blood.
Eventually, my sister filed for divorce on grounds of “Extreme and repeated mental, emotional, and sexual abuse.” Divorce was final in less than a month because her claims were substantiated.
Trust the dog, honey. They KNOW.
I’ve never owned dogs, but I used to work with horses (which are a lot like big dogs).
There was this one horse I worked with named Tonto. He was a doll. He followed me like a puppy, snuck treats out of my pocket, he was the sweetest thing. We were practically inseparable.
A guy I was considering dating came to visit me one day, and Tonto wanted NOTHING to do with him. Normally well behaved, he shoved himself between us and would NOT let this guy near me. He was stomping, acting really aggressive, and tried to bite the guy. This horse was practically dragging me back toward the barn. At that moment, despite being like, 17, I knew something was up, and ultimately things didn’t pan out for guy and me.
A year later I found out he had lied about his age (he said he was 18 but he was actually 27) he was arrested for sexually assaulting an 11 year old girl.
TRUST THE ANIMALS.
ALWAYS TRUST THE BABS
Animals recognize predators.
The reply with the mastiff gets me every single time. I’m not a dog person but my god, they are Good Animals.
Don’t ever ask me to choose between my pets or you. You won’t win. My pets are my children, and you’re an asshole.
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@mechamelissa they have your shirt ready
I WANT
Wannntttt
NEED
OMG I MUST HAVE
I NEEEEEED
NEEEEEEEEEEEEEED
I WANTS IT!!!
🎃💀🍂HALLOWEEN IS RAPIDLY APPROACHING 🍂💀🎃
whenever I binge I’m like “fvck who cares” but at the end I’m like
Oh right it’s me, I care
When I say I binged
I do not mean I sniffed a coconut for too long and now I’m 2 calories above my limit.
I mean I devoured bowl after bowl of pasta, cut my mouth on packet after packet of crisps, licked the crumbs that fell off cookie after cookie, ate mass amounts of frozen, raw, stale, gross ass food until it was spilling out my esophagus, all with a blank stare and a stomach and mind screaming at me to stop.
Binging is excessive, painful, compulsive eating that makes you feel like an embarrassing fat piece of shit.
It is not 4 more strawberries than you planned.
THIS. FUCKING THIS. I’m tired of people calling 100 extra calories a binge. Hell, even 1000 extra calories isn’t a binge. Fucking 3000+ calories is a binge.
Apparently, technically any food eaten ‘uncontrollably’ is considered a binge.
When I go in for treatment (anorexia) and they ask me if I ‘binged’, they don’t only mean 3000+ extra cals you eat until you’re stuffed. They are asking me if I ate any food ‘uncontrollably’, in a way I felt I couldn’t resist or stop, grabbing for it, eaten with haste, promoting shameful and guilty feelings - even if it’s just a bowl of oatmeal or single-serve packet of microwave rice or a flapjack bar from work (yah my ‘binges’ when they happen are mostly carbs lol). Though my smallest binge was either 5 dried apricot slices, or when I had 2 chocolate covered dates (though I’ve also eaten those things mindfully, without it being a binge)
You can have a whole bunch of potatoes, and stuffing, sausages, turkey, dessert, snacks, god knows what and make yourself feel sick, and that could be a binge depending on how you felt and why you ate it. You can also eat that exact same amount of food on Christmas day with your family, making yourself feel sick, with it not being a binge at all, because it was purposeful, mindful and not uncontrollable - just indulgence.
At least, that’s what those medical professionals have explained to me.
When it comes to a ‘binge’ as an isolated incident, not about the calories, it’s about the mental state - like with eating disorders in general, it’s not about the numbers (weight, calories, etc), it’s about what’s going on underneath. When it comes to disorders in general, there’s obviously a difference - if you’re binging on small amounts of food because you’re otherwise obsessed with restricting, it’s a restrictive eating disorder. If you’re frequently binging on large amounts of food without being overly concerned about restricting, it’s BED. You can also have mixes of the two. Then bulimia is you binge and then throw up, etc as we all know. It’s not so cut and dry. It’s all intertwined.
‘Binging’ in a clinical setting refers to eating something in a way you felt you couldn’t help or resist, felt compulsive, medical professionals arn’t overly concerned with the calorie content of your food when treating EDs (unless you’re going through weight restoration). The only people so stubbornly concerned with calories and numbers and what they mean for us are us - the sufferers.
For the last comment that was amazingly explained and helpful as hell
THANK YOU i have been so bothered by seeing posts like the original one all over the place, very well said
Be kind to yourself 🌱
REBLOG SO EVERYONE CAN FINALLY FUCKING UNDERSTAND
I was pissed by the first two, ngl
Reblogging for the third response 🙌
The third response 🙏🏻🙏🏻 it was put together so well
yeah, i always saw binge eating as a lack of control rather then just eating big amounts of food.
The third response tho
Can we all just agree as a community that calories from vitamins, medication, etc don’t count?
I hate seeing you guys not take your meds on fast days. They don’t count, please take them
THROWBACK TO (I THINK) MY LOWEST WEIGHT OF 56KG (STILL HEAVY I'M SORRY)
honestly
can we just come to the general agreement that fasting is easier than eating under 100 calories?
like i can fast 24 hours without thinking
but i eat one (1) calorie and before you know it the whole kitchens been devoured