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It’s wild how much more chill I’ve become about aging and being uncool
I like the laugh lines I’m getting. I don’t want to stress about the shape of my body. I’m wearing graphics of comic book characters. I sit on the floor while brushing my teeth. Who cares what the “normal” way is? Why are they the authority on how I go about my life? I don’t care if this pattern is garish. I don’t care if high waisted, straight leg jeans are unfashionable now; I like them and I’m not going back to the hell that was only knowing about low rise pants while growing up. I’m sewing up the holes in my shirts’ armpits. I’m wearing a mask despite social pressures. I’m wearing the same running sneakers every day because they’re the least painful option. My lobe piercings are empty except for during special occasions, when I confuse people with masculine clothes and dangly earrings. I’m making that patch jacket with my own aesthetic instead of the standard punk/metal band and social justice black patches and white stitching. I read books meant for kids alongside novels made for adults. My hair is in desperate need of a haircut. I browse skirts while standing there flat-chested and in a crisp button-down. I’m fumbling through embroidering patches and I will love their flaws. Fuck gender stereotypes. I’m happily single and refuse to be ashamed of it. I tell strangers how I don’t work and I live with my parents because of disability. My socks aren’t no-show. They have patterns that make me happy. I wear swim trunks without covering up any of the rest of myself. My sunglasses are brightly my favorite color
Cringe is dead and I am free
All that said, it does shock me that friends and relatives own houses or are married at my age. My mom owned a house and cats with her husband at my age and had me three years later. My grandma had a ten-year-old when she was the age I am now
I have to remind myself that in adulthood, everyone’s journeys are so varied. There are societal landmarks of responsibility, but I get to define my own success, which I think is beautiful. I get to pick and choose if I want something now, later, or never. It’s incredibly freeing to realize that I don’t have to conform to fit such a narrow definition of success. I would much rather be happy being me than miserable trying to be someone else. Are the people judgmentally badmouthing strangers really the people I want to change myself for? I’d rather cultivate open-mindedness and find others who make my life better. Let’s make the world a more accepting place
brainfog girlies make some noise if you're fuckin uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
I find it very offensive that the more unwell you are, the more things you have to do to maintain your health. Things like following special diets, going to medical appointments, making big and important decisions about what treatments to use. At the same time, the more unwell you are the less energy you have to do all of these extra things. It seems grossly unfair.
You don't have to prove your pain to be valid.
Alrighty we've got the knees, elbows, wrists, thumbs and fingers, any other joints wanna randomly start hurting while we're at it? Anyone? Step right up now don't be shy
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Even if your body isn’t what you wish it were, you can still treat it with the respect it deserves. While it’s completely fine to dream of certain goals and changes for yourself, it’s equally important to learn to appreciate your body for what it is right now. Don’t try to fuel yourself on self hatred.
Me: I'm chronically ill which makes me disabled. I managed to adjust my life so I can live as comfortably as possible, which means I don't work, being poor, and not doing much. Sometimes I have to sleep all day, sometimes I go on hikes with my dog, sometimes I exist, sometimes I want to kill myself. That's my life and I'm okay with it.
Ppl: BbUuuTTt --- ThAt soUndS dEpreSSinNngG!
Ppl: buTtT --- I COulDn'TttT lIvE liKe thIsS!
Ppl: BbuUUTtTtT --- iSn'T tHEre ANyThiNg THaT caNn bE DoNe tO chAnGe YOur depREssIng stAte?
Ppl: bUuuUtT --- LivE iS abOUt LIVING, NOT EXISTING!
Ppl: buTT --- hOw cAn yOu LIvee LikE tHat?
Ppl: buTttTTTTT --- DoNt be So neGaTiVe, if IT wAsS mE, I WouLd bE mORe HopEFuLl, That thEre WiLL Be a CuRe, AND My dePreSsIng LIfesTyLe WoUlD eNd.
Ppl: BUttT --- YOure SUCH AN INSPIRATION!!! I wOuLdvE kIlleD MYsElf By NoW!
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Me: Well, at this point we should think about who is the really negative person in this conversation.
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Ppl: Yeah, no, you're negative, saying you're disabled is negative, disability is okay in and of itself, but don't call yourself disabled, because that's so negative, not having goals and not accomplishing anything in life is a wasted life, contributing to society is important, you're so poor for not seeing how you're wasting your life, you should really try to change something, although I admire you, because I would have killed myself by now, just saying.
About 4 years later and nothing has changed.
It's funny having a very high tolerance for pain but a very low tolerance for other forms of discomfort. Like yea tattoos piercings cramps shots cuts bruises whatever thats nothing. But I better not get nauseous or hear a loud sound. Or I'll die
i wish there was a way to talk about the tiredness/wearing down that comes from disability. i don't mean fatigue in the usual physical sense. i mean like the way that you kinda always have to be on the clock when you're disabled. like every day involves managing and micromanaging aspects of your health. tracking symptoms, taking meds, getting up, getting food, getting washed. like it doesn't become easier. people say that when something becomes a habit it happens automatically and becomes easier to do because you don't have to actively choose to start and carry out that task everyday. there's no proper downtime when you're disabled because even if you have to do something daily, nothing we do ever becomes easy. every task feels like it's being done for the first time again. it always takes mental, physical, amd emotional energy. to do everything. every day. not only disability related tasks, but any single task that even abled people have to do. and it kinda wears you down. makes you tired. in a long term way that never really stops, because if you stop doing the things that are exhausting you'll just die because every single aspect of living is exhausting
Disability is such a spectrum and I don't even know if you could truly say two people have the exact same ability level. That's why the whole "I can do this why can't you?" line that a lot of disabled ableists push is so frustrating. Babe, they can't do that because they don't have the exact same set of circumstances in their life and body that allows you to do the thing. There's a lot of varying ability and access within a diagnosis and just because you can do a thing with your diagnosis doesn't mean everyone else with that diagnosis can too.
Ever since i was a little girl i knew i never wanted to be pregnant
hard to take care of your physical health when you're struggling with your mental health and yet most people with physical issues develop mental issues from the stress and grief
It’s May, which means it’s Ehlers Danlos Syndrome Awareness Month!
Since it’s massively underdiagnosed, I figured this would be a great occasion to share some of my favorite infographics about this condition. (And for any of you who have been wondering why my personal posts here are basically all about medical mishaps and weird injuries: it’s because of hEDS and comorbidities.)
To any of my fellow zebras out there, we will make it through this!