We live in a society that glorifies sexual assault to a degree that when I was a teenager I asked myself whether something was wrong with me for not being groped in the streets. The pride with which my classmates spoke of how apparently every random male hit on them made me wonder whether I was just too ugly to be desired. Something is rotten when harassment becomes the means young girls are taught to determine their self-worth with.
People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it, my dear.
i think people spend too much time complaining about school and how it puts all these deadlines and homework on you. if you’re struggling you need to see someone at your school to help you to get through your work, or to help you set up a time management plan. reblogging text posts about how you hate the educational system is not going to help you improve your academic performance at all
Don’t be mistaken, this is not a weightloss progress picture. This is a recovery progress picture. In the top pictures I’m weighing in at 103 pounds after a couple months of starving and purging. In the bottom pictures I’m weighing in at 110 pounds after a couple months of healthy eating and exercise. I clearly gained weight even though I lost inches. In the top picture my stomach is clearly bloated, I’m weak, and faint, and depressed. In the bottom picture my stomach is much flatter and more importantly I’m happier, stronger, and healthier.
This just goes to show that the number on the scale doesn’t mean all that much. I weighed less during my ED than I do now, yet my body looks better now AT A HIGHER WEIGHT than it did then.
This is why the number on the scale means nothing to me.
Really want more people to see this. This is why I focus on my body measurements and not the number on the scale.