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Be somebody who makes everybody feel like a somebody.
This may all come crashing down.
But until it does, I’m going to give it everything I have.
I’m going to pretend like the sky isn’t falling,
and if we go down in flames,
at least it’ll be beautiful.
After everything we’ve been through,
we deserve a spectacle.
Source: Women are dying to be thin.
Folks who tell me that media don’t affect eating disorders can go straight to hell.
It’s a shame but honestly like 99% of straight men don’t give a shit about eating disorders, they seriously think it’s justifiable collateral to the overall positive goal of making us fatties disappear
It should have been simple. She had all the facts. She could even say, with a reasonable degree of certainty, which was the “correct” choice. It was logical. It was concrete. It made sense. But it was the feelings that kept getting in the way. Overwhelming feelings, nagging feelings, fleeting, sinking, and enthralling feelings. She couldn’t seem to leave a single one unexamined. Not only her own, but those of others, as well. The problem with this, of course, was the vast chasm of uncertainty that came with it. What exactly were they feeling? What did he think? What did she want? What was their impression? For hours, she poured over every expression—every gesture, wondering, wondering, wandering. She knew if she let her mind wander too far, she would drive herself insane with the possibilities.