this. is. me.

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everydaygay:

Are you kidding me?
I would like to be able to tell this girl that simultaneously objectifying homosexuality (or any other identity) for the pleasure of primarily heterosexual men and portraying the unrealistic expectation of what ANY woman should look like, let alone a lesbian, has absolutely fucking NOTHING to do with supporting the community or their initiatives. Or maybe that she left out a large chunk of LGBTQ . Or maybe that she should take the time to educate herself before she takes these offensive, ill-conceived steps towards self proclaiming her own position as an ally. I would really like to tell her all of that, but she honestly would not get it, not even a word, and it would have been a waste of breath.

Man this gets me fired up.

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starvingforperfection123:

I’m “good.”

Seven more pounds til I am considered “perfect.”

A million years til I consider myself perfect.

What has the media done to girls? 128 pounds at 6 feet? Really?

114lbs at my height lol hell naw. I’m good now

STOP THIS MADNESS SHIT. THIS IS A SHIT CHART. Stop depriving yourself of food and health. The next time I see this chart again on my dash, I am going to print this chart, make my friend’s dog shit on it, and post a picture of it.

Oh yes, because when I was unhappy with my body and thought I needed to lose weight, I was pretty good. When I was embarrassed to wear shorts and wouldn’t let my boyfriend touch my stomach, it’s okay, because I was good. Then when my body was shutting down, I was finally perfect. When I lost almost half of my hair, I sure was perfect. When I refused to eat with my boyfriend’s family, I was the hottest girl on earth. Man it felt so good to be perfect and to cry at the doctor’s office. It was the coolest thing ever to lie to everyone I loved and alienate friends because they worried about me. I just loved exhaustion and anxiety and being alone. It was so cool to never have fun. Just perfect, really. Perfect like the way I’d take my pulse before bed and wonder if I’d wake up the next morning. Perfect like secretly doing pushups in the bathroom because I’d eaten too many strawberries. Life is so perfect when you lose weight.

Now my life is so bad because I’m not good or perfect anymore. I must totally suck because I make good grades and have friends. Life is just terrible because my boyfriend doesn’t get mad at me anymore for making a scene over food, and I go to family gatherings and talk to people instead of thinking about food and trying to not to have a panic attack. I’m just so miserable because I gained weight, not to mention ugly and incompetent. I mean, what does it matter that I play college soccer and lift heavy weights and have more love in my life than ever before? Life should be terrible because I’m not perfect, right?

I mean it makes so much sense.

^^^^^ This

WTF IS THIS CHART?!?! This isn’t realistic or healthy on any level. At all. 

I beg of every single one of my followers, do not listen to this list. Don’t even think about it. Look at it this way, not to sound conceited, but a good chunk of you have told me you think I’m pretty. I’m 5’5 and 157 lbs. I mean, would I love to lose a couple pounds? sure. But do I look terrible? NO. Am I healthy? YES. According to this chart, for me to be perfect I’d have to lose 61 lbs. No way in hell. I couldn’t even imagine myself 61 lbs lighter. Even with my dream body. Don’t do this to yourself, and if any of you ever feel down and need someone to talk to about your weight, losing it, putting it on, beating an ED, anything of the sort, I’m all ears. Seriously. <3 

landyke:

Doing this at my wedding.

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