In about 12 hours I will take the test that determines whether or not I get to go to grad school… oh and there is no plan B for my life.
It’s fine. I’m fine.
I got a very random, uplifting text message from one of my dearest friends and it made me realize that I’m not a piece of shit and that anyone who feels the need to cut me off is just rude af
Also being classified as a forgiving person feels very nice. I’ve never specifically been called that and I realize that I am actually pretty forgiving and that’s a quality a lot of people don’t have. c:
I love having friends who are perceptive of not only themselves, but other people. That’s such an admirable quality soooo shout out to @expl0dingminds for making me feel human with her kind words. I haven’t felt so uplifted with words since that kind gesture this evening. What a wonderful gal pal. c:
I rarely check my tumblr anymore so I just now saw this – I love u!!!
At first I was legitimately upset about not making straight A’s this semester but lemme tell you I worked my ass off. Most everyone was happy just to have a passing grade in the two classes I B-ced, and everyone keeps telling me to lighten up on myself so I’m trying.
…still salty ‘bout it. But trying.
I wish everyone was as excited to see me as my dog is when I come home from school because literally those are my happiest moments in life :-)
Never take abnormal psych or you will spend every second of every day wondering “do I need medical attention or is my body just reacting to stress/anxiety again” ?????
How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.
Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.
If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:
“You look so healthy!” is a great one.
Or how about, “You’re looking so strong.”
“I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”
Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.
Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.
Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.
Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.
Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.
Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.
Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.
Teach your daughter how to cook kale.
Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.
Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.
Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.
Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.
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coming from someone whose own mother has told her multiple times when shorts weather comes around that she needs to “tone” her thighs (god forbid the c word) i’m telling you people that this is so important
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it’s completely ridiculous to me that any time i want to have a conversation with a man about misogyny or sexism i literally have to hold their little hands and tell them specifically when i say “men” i’m not actually referring to them personally which is ironic because just having to do that basically means i am referring personally to them and it’s honestly so exhausting i am exhausted
So how about you stop generalizing?
this is literally what i’m talking about i am exhausted
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—The Shock of the Fall (Nathan Filer)
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