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@thisskinsjourney
Still here!
Hi, skin picking warriors.
Still here, still picking, especially now that the weather is warmer and I’m sweaty and I’m wearing shorts sleeves and open necklines.
My skin is so accessible.
Hope you are a doing super well. Remember, healing isn’t usually linear.
me @ my depressed ass:
In case anyone needs to know what it’s like to have OCD and anxiety:
Rational Me: My shoulder hurts
Irrational Brain: Oh, what could it be? Let’s google it!
Rational Me: *at work* I have to work
Now-Irrational Me: *suddenly deeply engrossed in the anatomical structure of the shoulder*
Irrational Brain thanks to Web MD: It’s probably cancer and I’m dying
After a bought of weight gain, my doctor mentioned to me that it’s actually normal to gain some weight after your teenage years. After all, we are not done growing/developing until about 25 or so.
Yet, there is so much shame and stigma surrounding it. People love to tease those who “got fat” after high school as if it were some sort of character flaw rather than normal biology. It’s sick.
So, for my followers who are twenty-somethings: it’s okay if you’ve grown a little bit (or even a lot) since your teenage years. There is nothing wrong with your body, and everything wrong with society.
Lmao i think I went through a second puberty at 24 #hiboobies
Technically, he wasn’t an ex-boyfriend, but he was an ex-something. An ex-maybe. An ex-almost.
Unknown (via sunsetquotes)
Damn. High school Katie had lots of ex-almosts.
Everyone is indeed crazy, but the craziest are the ones who don’t know they’re crazy; they just keep repeating what others tell them to.
Paulo Coelho (via lazyyogi)
There is no unskilled labor, only undervalued skills.
It’s okay to walk away. You’re allowed to leave this place. You’re allowed to leave toxic people. You’re allowed to say no without explaining why. You’re allowed to quit something that you don’t really love. You can move freely. You’re allowed to start over with something else. You’re allowed to fail and try and try again.
ginniemouse (via wnq-writers)
Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.
Charlotte Eriksson (via wordsnquotes)
i love speaking with people who are more intelligent in a certain field than i am, like it’s just great to sit back and listen to somebody educate you on shit they’re passionate about
https://www.instagram.com/pbuddhaproject/
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Just want to say fuck you to my OCD and anxiety
🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼
Try to love yourself as much as you want someone else to.
Unknown (via wnq-anonymous)
Yoga cracked me open last night.
I have been really bad at going to yoga. Really, really bad. I probably practiced 4-5 times in the last month.
In the last two weeks, I’ve moved, finished my first semester back at school and just have been hating my current job.
Yesterday was crazy. I was supposed to leave work early and go to a nursing information session for an accelerated BSN program at a nearby university. I didn’t leave work early and so, There was no way that I could make it to the information session.
I was extremely upset, and I just couldn’t shake the feeling of defeat. I let my job that I don’t care about get in the way of my future. How many times will that happen while I take more classes? I cannot put this current job first, and I don’t want it to be first.
I was frustrated and decided to go to yoga, because I up and left at 5:00pm when my work day was over.
It was a great decision. I had time to stop home and take care of the pups, and from there, went to yoga.
The class wasn’t anything spectacular. There were no crazy hip openers, nothing super challenging. The instructor led the practice with the idea that if we need to leave something in this space during our practice, that we should leave it. We should allow ourselves to release the things that no longer serve us.
Well, sometimes the universe decides to be a little shit, like not letting me go to the information session, and sometimes the universe is like, “here you go, this is what you really needed tonight.”
I was good until savasana. I never cry. Ever.
Tears streamed silently from my eyes, and I just let go. What I let go of, I still cannot pin down. My mind was like a tornado of emotion, and things just kept surfacing. It was like I was watching a highlight reel of my emotions for the past twos years. I surrendered to the sensations.
I continued to cry until we sat up for the closing of class. I wiped my eyes and got up. I felt so much lighter.
I’m not sure of what I left on my mat last night, but I hope that it stays there.
