I was in a GREAT one earlier, shit. I’m partially angry about something that happened earlier today, tired as hell, pissed at someone being ungrateful and just really in need of a crazy fun time with friends.
There’s only two things I really wanted for Christmas. I already got to open paintbrushes, which I needed, and I’m hoping mom got me this amazing black and grey leopard print cape thing I saw at Tuesday Morning. I’m pretty sure she went back and got it… but even if she didn’t, I don’t give a fuck enough to rant on Facebook about how PISSED I am that she didn’t. Maybe I wouldn’t be as wrong for me to since it wasn’t like I told her hundreds of dollars of stuff I wanted, like my brother did, but even so I’m too thankful for what I get to even start bitching. Jesus christ.
I’m giving up respecting anti-choicers Until Abortion Ends™.
I don’t care what race, gender, or religion you are. If you support an abortion ban, you are an asshole.
I don’t care that you like, totally respect my opinion even though you disagree with it!!! You are still an asshole.
If you claim to know what’s best for every single person’s situation, you are an asshole.
If you claim that your religion should dictate the morals of everyone else, you are an asshole.
If you say, “Hey wait a minute, I support easy access to birth control, sterilization, and healthcare!” but you still support an abortion ban, you are an asshole, albeit perhaps less hypocritical than many of your fellow assholes.
If you have ever used the phrases “Just keep your legs shut,” “If you aren’t prepared to get pregnant, don’t have sex!” or any combination of the words therein, you are an asshole.
If you have never been sexually assaulted or experienced an unwanted pregnancy and you say you “are 100% sure you would absolutely not have an abortion!” …guess what. You are an asshole. And also a liar.
If you actually think the need (yes, need) for abortion will ever end, you are an asshole with a very loose grip on reality.
Lust: Something that I find attractive. Pride: Something that I like about myself. Sloth: Something that I dislike about myself. Envy: Something I wish I was better at. Gluttony: One of my favorite foods. Wrath: Something that gets me angry. Greed: Something I can’t get enough of.
“Atheists are routinely asked how people will know not to rape and murder without religion telling them not to do it, especially a religion that backs up the orders with threats of hell. Believers, listen to me carefully when I say this: when you use this argument, you terrify atheists. We hear you saying that the only thing standing between you and Ted Bundy is a flimsy belief in a supernatural being made up by pre-literate people trying to figure out where the rain came from. This is not very reassuring if you’re trying to argue from a position of moral superiority.”—
That it’s important to take good care of your body.
That our body does a lot for us, even though we’ve bashed it over and over and over.
That exercise is meant to be enjoyed, so you only practice the physical activities that are fun and truly make you feel good.
That you’ll still have days where you probably hate your body and your life. And that’s OK.
That your negative thoughts are not actions. So just because you feel bad about your body and want to restrict your food or over-exercise or miss that get-together doesn’t mean you will. It’s just a thought. You can choose to act on it or not.
That a positive body image means more than liking your thighs, butt and belly. That it encompasses not just taking good care of yourself but also honoring your body, respecting your boundaries and seeing doctors for regular appointments and when you’re sick.
That sleep does a mind and body good!
That you always have time to take care of yourself.
That you’re more than a few body parts. You’re an entire, amazing package.
That you’re worthy and deserving of respect at any size, shape or weight.
That weight loss isn’t a magical elixir for everything that’s wrong with your life.
That ads and magazines are preposterously Photoshopped so that the actual actresses and models don’t even look like that. That’s why they have to “train” so hard for their fashion shows. (And by train hard, I mean engage in super unhealthy habits.)
That eating is flexible and enjoyable.
That you can wear whatever the heck you like, not just supposedly slimming black clothes or bulky cardigans and sweatshirts.
That you don’t have to wait to lose weight to pursue your dreams. You can. do. it. right. now. (And I hope you will.)
That people who make mean remarks about your body are jerks, and their comments are more about them than you.
That just because everyone around you is dieting doesn’t mean it’s the healthiest thing to do. (If everyone was jumping off a cliff…just kidding.)
That your feelings are not scary or to be avoided at all costs. Instead, they provide you with valuable information about your needs and the actions you might want to take.
That having a positive body image is a process. Day by day. It might seem oh-so impossible at first but if you start small, it’ll improve.
That you deserve to love your body at any size, shape or weight!
I go to beauty school with the kinds of girls who posts those monologues of a baby in utero. Congrats on deciding to not terminate your teenage pregnancy. That was your choice. It’s not going to be everyone’s.
Embryos don’t cry when “daddy hits mommy, I’m so sorry mommy! Why are they hurting me mommy? Don’t you love me anymore, mommy?”