“You realize you are not alone, right? No one in their twenties has life figured out. It’s okay to be a mess. You’re living.”—Things my therapist told me today that almost made me burst out into tears. I need to remember this more often. (via betterfailings)
When I finally reached a healthy weight, I was bombarded with compliments. The few friends I hadn’t managed to alienate through years of self-starvation rushed to reassure me that I was more attractive as a size eight than I had been as a size zero. I went to bed with men who told me that they “loved my curves”, thinking that this was what I wanted to hear. I tried desperately hard to “love my curves”, too — but the real breakthrough came when I stopped defining myself merely by my dress size. Once I started to believe that my worth as a person had nothing to do with how my body looked to other people, I began to give myself permission to take up the space I needed.
Recovery from an eating disorder is difficult to measure, because it involves so much more than putting on weight: you have to will yourself to believe that you deserve your place in the world. Even when you hate your normal-sized body so much that you want to tear chunks out of it, you have to get up, eat your meals and get on with your day. You have to learn to say those two, terrifying little words: I’m hungry.
Now I’m always hungry — sometimes for a sandwich, sometimes for sex, or work, or travel, or a change; sometimes I just want someone to say I’m fine. I’ve learned that it’s OK not to be a good little girl, that it’s OK to break the rules, even when you are told that you ought to take up as little space as possible. I refuse to shrink myself to fit into the narrow coffin that society lays out for young women.
”—Laurie Penny, life tastes better than skinny feels (via liberonetwork)
Thank you so much to all of my new followers and all of my followers in general ~
Super thankful and shocked that you guys are sticking with me even though I don’t post nearly as often as I used to!
College has totally transformed my life and unfortunately I’m not able to post as often as I’d like….that being said, I’m trying my best to reblog when I find something that I think you guys will enjoy!
Anyways, keep in mind that you’re always welcome to leave me asks ~ whether it be about health/nutrition, just to vent, or anything!
I really love conversing with my followers and since my blog has gotten quieter I don’t get to talk to you guys much :(
Anyways, thanks again for helping me reach another milestone - even though 3000 may not be much to some people, it’s a LOT to me and I thank each one of you!
you do not need to constantly justify yourself. go ahead. eat pancakes. eat a ton at dinner. eat ice cream sundaes at 1am. take a rest day. take six rest days. sleep in. watch a movie. watch ten movies. no explanations needed. you’re allowed to be kind to yourself.
This girl asked me out today but she's fat. I dont like fat girls tho. What should I do?
Approach the girl at school tomorrow morning, politely pull her to the side for a quick ‘chat’. Begin the discussion with an apology… an apology for being a complete and utter asshole. Make it perfectly clear to her that you don’t deserve the privilege of attending the date SHE had the guts to invite you to. Then, take a minute of your time to honor the fact that there was a girl out there, regardless of her pant size, who sought some sort of interest in you. Because that could just be the last of that experience you ever have.