i honestly just need someone to come into my life that really genuinely cares about me and wants to sit and have long conversations about things that actually matter and wants to go on adventures late at night and wants to be there for me at my lowest points and celebrate with me at my highest points and just be the rock that keeps me going when life gets rough
i am three years behind in my math homework
boy, i sure enjoy watching sports. when they throw the ball? classic
why would there be 99 bottles of beer on the wall in the first place
i need a hug right now also five hundred thousand dollars in cash
I’ve always had trouble accepting my body, even when it fitted our cruel beauty standards. I swam professionally for 4 years when i was younger, and after i stopped swimming i imediately gained a lot of weight and stretch marks. It has led me to depression and self hatred, and many years of hiding inside the house because i felt like a waste of atoms. I felt like i was occupying more space than i was allowed to occupy, and that i should not be seen publicly because i would scare and disgust people who saw me. I felt like i didnt have the right to go out, laugh and have fun because i was too fat and ugly to deserve love and happiness. I felt like, in order to compensate for being an abomination, i should be unhappy and lonely. But ever since i became a feminist im making an active effort to get past those insecurities and enjoy life. If anything, throughout my journey ive learned that we cant let society’s fucked up beauty standards make us feel guilty about existing, because thats exactly the same thing as saying “i acknowledge that only skinny people should be allowed to live, breathe and love, and I, just as the other billions of people that dont match those standards, should spend my life hating myself”. And, if you dont think other fat people should have that horrible fate, than you can free yourself from it too. I love this blog and i just wanted to thank all of you lovely fat Babes for existing, for being strong and for fighting everyday to accept your beautiful, beautiful bodies! You make me wanna fight harder :)
The hardest part about losing someone is coming to the realization that maybe you could have done more to keep them there.