Finding beauty in everything ❤

I'm trying real hard to find beauty everywhere and I want to share what I see Alex/she/her

[totallybrotatochipp]

Lifes been really hard lately

But I look to the sky and this feeling comes up in my stomach and I feel so insignificant

Because here the sky is, just being there, and having trillions of creatures depending on it and admiring its beauty

I've never seen anything like it

Its never the same and its just amazing

I've never felt so good feeling so small

[asktheangels]

Lately I’ve been getting most of my pep talks from Mister Rogers.

[mintypineapple]

Great. Now I’m disappointing Mr. Rogers.

[maculategiraffe]

Mr. Rogers is not disappointed in you.  He’s proud of you for listening and thinking about what he said, and he hopes it plants a seed where sometimes maybe you notice yourself making an unhealthy choice and recognize it, because that’s the first step towards growth towards your best and healthiest self, which is a journey and a process, not an ideal state of which you are falling short.

Mr. Rogers loves you for just your being you.

[dwight-schrutes]

one of the most underrated characters in tv history 

[cillianmurphy]

I AM ABSOLUTELY LOSING MY MIND AFTER READING THIS PLEASE READ IT

[cillianmurphy]

READ PART TWO AND THREE BELOW !!!!!

[powerfulwizard]

hey so good news, disney has listened to our criticisms of the new lion king designs and has redesigned the characters!

[existingally]

i can’t believe you just made me experience this

[wilwheaton]

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

[totallybrotatochipp]

Hey folks its been a minute, remember to think about what makes YOU happy not those around you!

[bespangeled]

In the 1960′s Legally a woman couldn’t

Open a bank account or get a credit card without signed permission from her father or hr husband.

Serve on a jury - because it might inconvenience the family not to have the woman at home being her husband’s helpmate.

Obtain any form of birth control without her husband’s permission. You had to be married, and your hub and had to agree to postpone having children.

Get an Ivy League education. Ivy League schools were men’s colleges ntil the 70′s and 80′s. When they opened their doors to women it was agree that women went there for their MRS. Degee.

Experience equality in the workplace: Kennedy’s Commission on the Status of Women produced a report in 1963 that revealed, among other things, that women earned 59 cents for every dollar that men earned and were kept out of the more lucrative professional positions.

Keep her job if she was pregnant.Until the Pregnancy Discrimination Act in 1978, women were regularly fired from their workplace for being pregnant.

Refuse to have sex with her husband.The mid 70s saw most states recognize marital rape and in 1993 it became criminalized in all 50 states. Nevertheless, marital rape is still often treated differently to other forms of rape in some states even today.

Get a divorce with some degree of ease.Before the No Fault Divorce law in 1969, spouses had to show the faults of the other party, such as adultery, and could easily be overturned by recrimination.

Have a legal abortion in most states.The Roe v. Wade case in 1973 protected a woman’s right to abortion until viability.

Take legal action against workplace sexual harassment. According to The Week, the first time a court recognized office sexual harassment as grounds for legal action was in 1977.

Play college sports Title IX of the  Education Amendments of protects people from discrimination  based on sex in education programs or activities that receive Federal financial  assistance It was nt until this statute that colleges had teams for women’s sports

Apply for men’s Jobs   The EEOC rules that sex-segregated help wanted ads in newspapers are illegal.  This ruling is upheld in 1973 by the Supreme Court, opening the way for women to apply for higher-paying jobs hitherto open only to men.

This is why we needed feminism - this is why we know that feminism works

[galacticdrift]

I just want to reiterate this stuff, because I legit get the feeling there are a lot of younger women for whom it hasn’t really sunk in what it is today’s GOP is actively trying to return to.

Did you go to a good college? Shame on you, you took a college placement that could have gone to a man who deserves and needs it to support or prepare for his wife & children. But if you really must attend college, well, some men like that, you can still get married if you focus on finding the right man.

Got a job? Why? A man could be doing that job. You should be at home caring for a family. You shouldn’t be taking that job away from a man who needs it (see college, above). You definitely don’t have a career – you’ll be pregnant and raising children soon, so no need to worry about promoting you.

This shit was within living memory.  I’M A MILLENIAL and my mother was in the second class that allowed women at an Ivy League school. Men who are alive today either personally remember shit like this or have parents/family who have raised them into thinking this was the way America functioned back in the blissful Good Old Days. There are literally dudes in the GOP old enough to remember when it was like this and yearn for those days to return.

When people talk about resisting conservativism and the GOP, we’re not just talking about whether the wage gap is a myth or not. We’re talking about whether women even have the fundamental right to exist as individuals, to run their own households and compete for jobs and be considered on an equal footing with men in any arena at all in the first place.

[gehayi]

I was a child in the 1960s, a teenager in the 1970s, a young adult in the 1980s. This is what it was like: When I was growing up, it was considered unfortunate if a girl was good at sports. Girls were not allowed in Little League. Girls’ teams didn’t exist in high school, except at all-girls’ high schools. Boys played sports, and girls were the cheerleaders. People used to ask me as a child what I wanted to be when I grew up. I said I wanted to be a brain surgeon or the first woman justice on the Supreme Court. Everyone told me it was impossible–those just weren’t realistic goals for a girl–the latter, especially, because you couldn’t trust women to judge fairly and rationally, after all. In the 1960s and 1970s, all women were identified by their marital status, even in arrest reports and obituaries. In elementary school, my science teacher referred to Pierre Curie as DOCTOR Curie and Marie Curie as MRS. Curie…because, as he put it, “she was just his wife.” (Both had doctorates and both were Nobel prize winners, so you would think that both would be accorded respect.) Companies could and did require women to wear dresses and skirts. Failure to do could and did get women fired. And it was legal. It was also legal to fire women for getting married or getting pregnant. The rationale was that a woman who was married or who had a child had no business working; that was what her husband was for. Aetna Insurance, the biggest insurance company in America, fired women for all of the above. A man could rape his wife. Legally. I can remember being twelve years old and reading about legal experts actually debating whether or not a man could actually be said to coerce his wife into having sex. This was a serious debate in 1974. The debate about marital rape came up in my law school, too, in 1984. Could a woman be raped by her husband? The guys all said no–a woman got married, so she was consenting to sex at all times. So I turned it around. I asked them if, since a man had gotten married, that meant that his wife could shove a dildo or a stick or something up his ass any time she wanted to for HER sexual pleasure. (Hey, I thought it was reasonable. If one gender was legally entitled to force sex on the other, then obviously the reverse should also be true.) The male law students didn’t like the idea. Interestingly, they commented that being treated like that would make them feel like a woman. My reaction was, “Thank you for proving my point…” The concept of date rape, when first proposed, was considered laughable. If a woman went out on a date, the argument of legal experts ran, sexual consent was implied. Even more sickening was the fact that in some states–even in the early 1980s–a man could rape his daughter…and it was no worse than a misdemeanor. Women taking self-defense classes in the 1970s and 1980s were frequently described in books and on TV as “cute.” The implication was that it was absurd for a woman to attempt to defend herself, but wasn’t it just adorable for her to try? I was expressly forbidden to take computer classes in junior and senior years of high school–1978-79 and 1979-80–because, as the principal told me, “Only boys have to know that kind of thing. You girls are going to get married, and you won’t use it.” When I was in college–from 1980 to 1984–there were no womens’ studies. The idea hadn’t occurred in many places because the presumption was that there was nothing TO study. My history professor–a man who had a doctorate in history–informed me quite seriously that women had never produced a noted painter, sculptor, composer, architect or scientist because…wait for it…womens’ brains were too small. (He was very surprised when I came up with a list of fifty women gifted in the arts and science, most of whom he had never heard of before.) When Walter Mondale picked Geraldine Ferraro as a running mate in 1984, the press hailed it as a disaster. What would happen, they asked fearfully, if Mondale died and Ferraro became president? What if an international crisis arose and she was menstruating? She could push the nuclear button in a fit of PMS! It would be the end of the WORLD!! …No, they WEREN’T kidding. On the surface, things are very different now than they were when I was a child, a teen and a young adult. But I’m afraid that people now do not realize what it was like then. I’ve read a lot of posts from young women who say that they are not feminists. If the only exposure to feminism they have is the work of extremists, I cannot blame them overmuch. I wish that I could tell them what feminism was like when it was new–when the dream of legal equality was just a dream, and hadn’t even begun to come true. When “woman’s work” was a sneer–and an overt putdown. When people tut-tutted over bright and athletic girls with the words, “Really, it’s a shame she’s not a boy.” That lack of feminism wasn’t all men opening doors and picking up checks. A lot of it was an attitude of patronizing contempt that hasn’t entirely died out, but which has become less publicly acceptable. I wish I could make them feel what it was like…when grown men were called “men” and grown women were “girls.”

[drst]

Know your history.

[hedwig-dordt]

So this, too, is what they mean saying “make America great again” and/or the good old days.

[shatterpath]

REBLOG FOREVER.

[toooldforthissh--stuff]

I am 70. I remember all those things. I was a student nurse from 64 to 67 and we were not permitted to “finish” a bed bath on a male or insert a catheter in a male. Seeing male genitals might cause us “harm” or upset our delicate sensibilities. Imagine when we graduated and were “thrown” to the wolves. Imagine if you were a male patient who had to be the first to be “practiced” on by a graduate nurse. (Ha!) At the school I attended no student nurse could be married. Only one school in my city (Atlanta) would even admit married women and Male Nurses weren’t even thought of. What man would want to be a nurse when he could be a Doctor. In all my training I only remember 3 or 4 Women who were Doctor’s and a very few, (less than 5 or 6) female interns or residents (and this was a teaching hospital) and most of those were OB/Gyns and one was a pediatrician.

When I graduated and was going to get married I wanted to go on birth control pills. You needed to be on them for a least one cycle before they were effective. I won’t go into what hoops I had to jump through to get a prescription from my Dr. (a man, natch) but when i went to the drug store to get the prescription filled I ended up having to get my future husband to “accompany” me so the pharmacist “interview” him and see if it was okay with him for me to be on the pill.

Even when we went to get a marriage license I had to get my Father’s signature and we had to go before a Judge because I was not yet 21 (I was 20 and 9 months).

I could go on and on, getting a credit card in MY name, etc., but I will tell you that WE MUST RESIST.

[casper-the-friendly-being-blog]

The number of people I know who romanticize gender inequality is frankly terrifying. A world never existed in which the lives of women were simplified by benevolent men who saw to her every want and need. That was not a thing. A world never existed in which women were all ladies, men were all gentlemen, & everything was some great big cishet fairytale. Feminists aren’t a bunch of upstarts who want to destroy a perfectly wholesome and non-harmful system. Just…look at history. Look at the posts above. We. Must. Resist..

[rivergst-deactivated20191102]

About 8: The State of New York only added No-Fault Divorce as an option in 2010 (!!!)

[systlin]

I want to repeat here. 

This is what they mean, when they say “Old-fashioned values”

When conservatives start waxing lyrical about the ‘good old days’, this is what they mean. They are fully aware how much things blew for women, and they would like to return to that. 

[totallybrotatochipp]

Be who you want to be

You may think your life has no meaning, you're just going through the motions. Waking up for school, getting dressed, not eating, almost missing the bus, going to class, coming home, doing chores, and going back to sleep.

I know how you feel. It's a drag doing the same things day after day week after week, but it honestly doesn't have to always be the same. Just recently I've started to make some changes. Instead if just being somewhere I'm trying to make myself present. I've started bringing candy to school to hand out to people I don't even know, smiling at people in the hallway, and when I notice someone looks upset or just not happy I tell them they look beautiful or I like something they have. There is this one kid who I can tell hates himself and has no confidence, I've tried to go out if my way everyday to tell him he's beautiful. Not just to make him feel better but because he truly is. He might not be in the conventional sense or like supermodels who are all sticks or muscles. But he looks kind and genuine and he is himself most of the time. I've been trying to tell him he is beautiful everyday for around a month or so and just the other day he said thank you instead of telling me I'm lying or laughing. I don't know if that means anything but I sure think it might. It might not be me that's making a difference but I think he really deserves to be happy just like anyone else does.

Including you. Look in the mirror and instead if focusing on what you don't like focus on what you do because most of the time people don't notice that one weirdly placed freckle or the small zit that may have popped up. What they notice is the confidence you may carry in your shoulder, the way your eyes light up when you laugh or maybe even the small smile you make when you're reading. Who cares if you're a bit wide, who cares if you arent? Who cares if your hair is short or thick? It doesn't matter. Because you're still beautiful just because you're not what conventional beauty is doesn't mean you're not an embodiment of beauty.

I have struggled with self love for my while life. And recently I've started to do what makes me feel happy. I'm giving to people so I can make them smile, I'm trying to be more outgoing I'm trying to eat healthier so I feel better. It doesn't matter why anyone else thinks I'm doing it. I'm doing it for me. Because I'm tired of seeing all this spite and a constant brutality as if this life is a contest to see who can be the meanest or who can count more ribs. Because honestly fuck that. Make the world a more caring comfortable place fuck what anyone says you're not a pushover because you want people to be happy you're not weak and your not stupid if anything you're the smarter one.

Be who You are not what anyone tells you to do. If something goes doesn't feel right then don't do it but if something feels like it's supposed to happen and everyone is telling you not to do it dont listen to them you do you.

If no one else has told you I want you to know that I care. I may not be extremely close to you or even know you but you deserve all the happiness you deserve to be who you want to be! Go and be yourself

[princesshamlet-deactivated20210]

so i know we’ve all seen this epic incredible work of art but idk if y’all have seen the tweet that goes with it

(x)

[lurkch]

I was not expecting this to be so well done.

[aciidity-p0p]

for every note this gets I won’t self harm for a day. if you reblog this i’ll put your URL into a jar and each time i feel like harming myself, i’ll pull out a name & dm that user “thank you for caring.”

I’ve felt like self harming more and more lately, but haven’t because I cant find anything to self harm with.

[ihopeidiebeforeigetold-yup-blog]

I’ve spent a lot of time wondering why I am not enough. I still haven’t figured it out.

But what I have figured out is this,

I’m never looked at twice. The people who tell me I am beautiful the way I am are not wrong, I am beautiful in the way that I speak to others, I am always kind, and polite. I try my hardest to never speak ill of people. In every person I meet, I look for things about them that stand out, and listen to what they say to find anything they might like. Focus on parts of their lives I feel like other people might look over, I remember something about each of them.

I am beautiful in the way that I make an effort to bring some sort of positivity in to each persons day, I let them know when their hair looks nice, or when they have a light in their eyes they didn’t have the day before. I let people know when I appreciate them, and that I value time spent with them.

I am beautiful in the way that I stand up for other people, I remind myself and others that I do not know everything that happens in peoples lives. That they may be going through something that I myself have never experienced, and that they may not know how to process. Perhaps I met them on the wrong day.

I am beautiful in the way that I keep an open mind, I love people from the start, and make other opinions on them later. Once again I do not know their struggles.

I am beautiful in the way that I help people, if it’s anything from listening to them about their day, or providing a meal, I try the best with what I am given.

I am beautiful in the way that I love people, with everything that I have, and to no end. I allow people many chances, and tell them how I feel.

I am beautiful in they way I work hard, and don’t accept hand outs, I’ll make it on my own or I won’t make it. I have accepted help, as all people do, but nothing I have was not earned.

I am beautiful.

But not in the way people look at. I am never looked at twice, there will always be women who are more appealing physically, there will always be women who are more fun, more flirtatious, more attractive. There will always be women who are stronger, smarter and who try harder. I have accepted this, I wish I was different most days.

But I am me, and I am beautiful.

[t-a-r-0-t]

Hey, stop scrolling.

Everyone who is reading this: I’m so glad you’re alive. I’m so proud of you. You are loved. I’m here. Don’t give up, we’re almost there.

Pass it on.

[dniudsnf]

steps to be cute:

you are already cute!

yes, you reading this!

it would be nice to remind others they are too!

[rrojasandribbons]

I tried to explain to a friend of mine who has never ever been poor in his life why it is that poverty is a cycle, and why it’s so difficult to escape poverty. 

His response was, “just save money”. I kept trying to explain that when you are living paycheck to paycheck, there really is no saving money because most of your income is being spent on basic needs: food, shelter, clothing, transportation. 

So, then he responded, “well, why can’t you just save $5 every week”. Well, a lot of poor people do try to save. I would manage to get a few hundred in my savings account, but then you get a flat tire, or you end up getting sick and missing a week of work, or you have an unexpected bill. And, that few hundred dollars suddenly disappears. I tried to explain to him that when you’re poor, unanticipated expenses can very quickly and easily blow through what little you have in your savings account and put you back at square one. 

I also tried to explain that when you are that poor, you need to make purchases while you have the money. Like, if I needed a new pair of jeans and I had an extra $30 that week, I would buy myself a new pair of jeans that week because I didn’t know when I would have an extra $20 or $30 to spend. So, he countered that with, “You don’t need to buy clothes. You could have put that $30 in your savings.”

To which I responded, “Well, if it were socially acceptable to walk around without pants on, then maybe poor people could climb out of poverty, but until then, when your jeans have holes in them, or don’t fit you anymore, you need to get some new ones.”

Then it kind of clicked for him.. a little. 

So, I went on to talk about the sociological aspects of poverty, like how growing up poor, or growing up as part of a marginalized demographic pushes your starting block 100 feet behind your peers.. how our educational systems are set up to fail impoverished children. The light bulb flickered, but never fully turned on. 

And, then he said, “I still can’t believe you were ever on food stamps.” 

Yes, my friend, poverty and I get a nice little reunion every few years. I know it intimately, which is why you should sit back, relax, and just listen. 

I never understood how it was so difficult to see the realities of poverty. To me, it is sort of common sense. And, what is irksome is that poverty doesn’t always present itself as an old beat up car, and falling apart sneakers. People who grow up middle class and financially secure seem to think that poverty looks a lot like dirty children with dirty clothes, and no shoes. But, it doesn’t. It can be that, but it’s often not. 

I grew up in a nice house in the suburbs, but we were poor. We were very poor for a long time, in part due to my medical issues. People assume that because we went to Catholic school, and had a nice house that we were well-off. We weren’t. My mother worked 2-3 jobs, and my parents took out loans to pay for our school tuition. My mother’s parents helped pay for some of our education, even though they were also incredibly poor. My parents sometimes struggled to put food on the table. 

I never had clothes that were dirty or falling apart, but most of my clothes and shoes were hand-me-downs from my older cousins. In fact, a lot of my toys were, too. 

Both of my parents grew up in poverty. My father, especially, grew up in complete and abject poverty. Their parents grew up in poverty, and so did their parents. My parents made immense sacrifices to set us up for financial success, but life always finds a way to intervene. 

Personally, my health issues have been the driving factor behind my own financial issues. I have amassed thousands of dollars in medical debt. I work a job that doesn’t use my degree at all because I can work part time and still get benefits, and because I know I won’t get fired if I need to take extended absences due to my health. 

So, when you say, “I still can’t believe you were ever on food stamps,”  you are really saying, “I have this picture in my head of what poverty looks like, and you don’t fit that image.” 

That idea we have about what poverty is supposed to look like is a big reason why people in the middle class are so content with cutting safety net programs, even though they are one medical problem, one car accident, or one lay-off away from complete financial ruin. What does poverty look like, then.  How do you “just save money”, then. 

[jumpingjacktrash]

poverty in the developed world doesn’t look like a refugee child with flies on their face.

it looks like a normal person in normal clothes, in a normal apartment, with their bills spread out on the kitchen table, crying.

[daftpunk-delorean]

That last sentence, bruh

[fiireforaheart]

I know that my style of joking with friends involves insults but if I ever say something that actually hurts your feelings even if I was joking and you know I was joking please tell me and I wont say that again because its not fun or funny if you’re actually hurting because of what I said

[sunshineysprinkles]

It’s okay to be bad at things. If you like drawing, but none of your art is aesthetically pleasing to anyone, keep doing it. If you like singing, but you can’t hit any of the right notes, keep doing it. If you like dancing, but you don’t have a good feel of the music, keep doing it. Don’t stop doing the things that you love just because you aren’t good at them and don’t ever let anyone shame you for it. 

[totallybrotatochipp]

Flowers show us asymmetry can be beautiful too ❤🌼🌺