If u see a guy with long hair he’s either gorgeous or fucking weird and the answer lays in what type of shoe he’s wearing
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Fat girls can wear crop tops.
Fat girls can wear bikinis.
Fat girls can wear leggings.
Fat girls can wear cut out dresses.
Fat girls can wear mini skirts.
Fat girls can wear whatever the fuck they want to wear.
Note for men:
• I shave my legs for myself so when I am sleeping naked in bed, they feel smooth against each other: not for you.
• I wear make-up because it enhances my features and gives me a confidence boost: not for you.
• I wear tight jeans, crop tops, skirts and bikinis because I feel good when I pass my reflection: not for you.
• I cut my hair this way because I am unique and I think it looks awesome: not for you.
None of what I do to my body is ever for you. It is for me and my confident self.
- fat ppl: i got turned down from a job i was qualified for because of my weight. im more likely to be convicted for a crime i didnt commit. im turned away from grad school programs and other interviews because my weight is seen to be a display of my morals and work ethic. doctors give me worse health care
- skinny ppl: people call me "twig" and tell me to "eat a burger." it hurts my feelings
I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them.
A lot of people ask me what my biggest fear is, or what scares me most. And I know they expect an answer like heights, or closed spaces, or people dressed like animals, but how do I tell them that when I was 17 I took a class called Relationships For Life and I learned that most people fall out of love for the same reasons they fell in it. That their lover’s once endearing stubbornness has now become refusal to compromise and their one track mind is now immaturity and their bad habits that you once adored is now money down the drain. Their spontaneity becomes reckless and irresponsible and their feet up on your dash is no longer sexy, just another distraction in your busy life.
Nothing saddens and scares me like the thought that I can become ugly to someone who once thought all the stars were in my eyes.
this fucks me up every single time
I never expected this to be my most popular poem out of the hundreds I’ve written. I was extremely bitter and sad when I wrote this and I left out the most beautiful part of that class.
After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.
She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.
Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.
The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.
The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.
Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.
I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.
This is so fucking important and I think it’s something I needed right now
bOYS WHO WEAR BLACK SKINNY JEANS AND BEANIES AND PLAID SHIRTS WITH THE SLEEVES ROLLED UP AND ARE BIG DORKS ARE MY WEAKNESS
stop telling girls
that they’re not skinny enoughstop telling girls
that their feet are too largestop telling girls
that their stomachs need to be flatstop telling girls
that they should always cross their legsstop telling girls
that they have too much musclestop telling girls
that a d cup is too largestop telling girls
that their thighs are too fatstop telling girls
to suck in their gutsstop telling girls
not to sit like a manstop telling girls
that their fucking curls are too bigstop telling girls
that they can’t take up space
like a fucking man can
because
yes
they
fucking
can
S.S. (via samsmindpalace)
I almost cried
(via letting-go-is-freedom)
And don’t you dare tell a guy that shit too
(via im-here-for-you-doll)
Marry a strong woman. Your daughter will have a role model and your son will know what to look for in a woman when he’s a man.

