Cunt At The Crossroads

I just put in $75, who can match me?

fat girls are hella pretty reblog if you agree

I am one & I definitely agree 😉

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she's too cute

Sometimes the grandma really do be the baby 🤷🏾‍♀️

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Might all three Magic Mike films be about challenging the audiences idea of traditional masculinity, providing examples of healthy homosocialism while also exploring the darkside of the adult entertainment business, the pitfalls of success, destigmatizing the sexual desires of women, the struggles of blue collar workers (and the fact that they overlap with those of sex workers), the impact of the 2008 recession on those very same demographics, capitalism and its impact on interpersonal relationships, knowing your worth and setting boundaries around that, vulnerability, and lastly, found family??

My dad has a massive vegetable garden and it is his life. Whenever I ask how things are going, he tells me about the garden. Periodically he will text me a picture of the things he's harvested and ask when I'm coming to pick them up. And for a while, the biggest bit of garden gossip has been his nemesis, the gopher. This gopher was consistently ruining his day by pilfering the best of everything just before my dad could harvest it. Anytime I talked to him, all he had to tell me about was "that damned gopher." He dreamt about killing the gopher, his truest enemy. He tried to train the dog to hunt the gopher, but the dog is a pacifist. He led some of the barn cats to the holes, but the barn cats have unionized and refused his offered rate. He then laid no-kill traps (can't risk having poison near the crops) with eventual gophercide in mind, but then suddenly he was faced with a cute and terrified animal and didn't have the heart. He released it. "He was so scared, he'll never come back." The gopher was back the next day, with a vengeance. That was some weeks ago. Today, my dad sent me pictures of his garden, and I saw a squash gently laid by the gopher's hole, like a package left on the doorstep. I said "Dad, what's that squash doing there by the gopher hole?" He said "Oh, he likes squash best." In an effort to appease the gopher, my father now gives him a little squash everyday, like leaving an offering for a garden spirit. This apparently works well as a compromise; the gopher has stopped stealing, content to have his meals delivered to his door.

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THIS. The sharp return to ultra-conservative Cishet patriarchal archetypes (not that it really ever left) is not lost on me and it can/does permeate spiritual spaces. I’d say more, but y’all like to plagiarize 🙃

we really can’t overstate how damaging it has been to indoctrinate the public with the idea that if they let themselves eat as much as they want, they’ll eat too much. human bodies, when permitted over the long term to eat as much as they want, actually get really, really good at calibrating their hunger and satiety, and will over time eat exactly the right amount for themselves. the common conception of a balanced eater as a minimal or restrained eater is absolutely wrong. balanced eaters eat quite a lot (compared to diet cultural ideas about right intake amounts), and they do so consistently and permanently. healthy, balanced eating isn’t some tightrope walk, it’s a gigantic net of total permission to eat.

This is 100% true. I used to eat a ton when I was a kid/teen, I was seemingly a bottomless pit, but then in my early 20s, I started to get less and less hungry, and the amount I was able to fit in my stomach at one time decreased. People always assume that because I am fat, I prefer larger meals, and honestly I WOULD like to eat more, but I just…can’t lol.