Bulimia isn’t a long haired pretty girl bending over a toilet with a tragically beautiful face on. It’s a puffed miserable face with vomit dripping from it’s chin and a fucking nose bleed. Anorexia isn’t a slim figure shyly refusing a cupcake. It’s hair growing over your freezing malnourished body. Depression isn’t a model with running mascara staring into the sunset. It’s staring at the fucking ceiling at 4 in the morning with burning eyes because you can’t even find the motivation to close them. Self harm isn’t lovely boys kissing your arms telling you you’re still beautiful. It’s nasty fucking scars that will be there forever and showers that sting. Panic attacks aren’t burying your face into your lovers chest and them telling you everything will be okay. It’s feeling out of control and like oxygen has been taken from you. Mental illnesses aren’t beautiful. They don’t make you special and don’t make people suddenly care about you. They’re monsters that destroy lives. So stop taking them lightly and promoting them to impressionable teenagers on the damn internet.
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sometimes I get really stressed out because my body doesn’t match society’s expectations of beauty and sex appeal
and one night I was complaining about it to my sister and she said
"It’s not very punk rock to meet society’s expectations"
I think she changed my life
Your sister is my role model
Your sister is everyones’ role model
Fat girls/women, please don’t wait until you’re skinny to live your life
If you want to take a trip abroad, do it.
If you want to take a swim class, do it.
Go to the beach in a bathing suit or a two piece, do it.
Don’t wait to live your life until you’re skinny.
If you want to lose weight, that’s fine. Do it, but don’t wait to fall in love with your life and yourself until you’re skinny.
You want to get healthy, start with your emotional and spiritual health and well-being
ads for pads these days are all about how thin and discreet pads are and how no one will ever be tell you’re wearing them wELL HOW ABOUT YOU MAKE THE PACKAGING QUIETER BECAUSE THERE’S NO FUCKING POINT IN HAVING A THIN DISCREET PAD WHEN EVERYONE CAN HEAR YOU RIPPING ONE OPEN IN THE SCHOOL BATHROOM
Use the men’s room they won’t expect it
'Who the fuck is eating chips in here?'
ads for pads these days are all about how thin and discreet pads are and how no one will ever be tell you’re wearing them wELL HOW ABOUT YOU MAKE THE PACKAGING QUIETER BECAUSE THERE’S NO FUCKING POINT IN HAVING A THIN DISCREET PAD WHEN EVERYONE CAN HEAR YOU RIPPING ONE OPEN IN THE SCHOOL BATHROOM
Use the men’s room they won’t expect it
'Who the fuck is eating chips in here?'
if you ever call me annoying, even if it’s just jokingly, the chances of me ever speaking to you again are slim to none because I’ll be so afraid that every little word or sound that comes out of my mouth will aggravate you and make you cringe and hate my existence
Girls are told to be skinny but not too skinny and to wear makeup but not so much that guys can tell and to dress in revealing clothes but not too revealing or else you’re a slut and a hundred other contradictory standards so I think guys can deal with being made fun of for wearing fedoras
body: Let’s play a game! it’s called mental disorder or physical illness?
Body: *extremely heavy feeling* tired or depressed?
Body: *light-headed and spacey* panic attack or low blood sugar?
Body: *stomach hurts* anxiety or stomach ache?
me: fuck
As cool as it is that one of my posts got ten thousand notes, it’s really sad that so many people can relate to this on a personal level. I’m sorry for everyone’s suffering.
nothing is more satisfying than knowing someone will be with you through thick and thin
nothing is more satisfying than knowing someone will be with you through thick and thin
