fake it until you make it.

"image" is such a casual word i honestly think this masterpiece belongs in an art gallery for the world to see and appreciate

when i was like 6 my grandparents got me an awesome dollhouse (playmobil haus 5301 if anyone needs to know). for some reason, i had in my head that one day, god would shrink a bunch of people until they were the size of polly pockets and the world would be so cruel and scary for them. so every night i would pray to god that if he did that, that he would please put the tiny people in my dollhouse so i could provide for them. and every night, in case it happened, i would put water in a little cup for them and make their little beds so they’d have somewhere warm to rest after finding out they would be tiny forever. i told my friend in school about this and he said “oh my dad’s a wizard dont worry he can make them grow again” and then i felt at ease and never worried about it again.

when i was 7, the same grandparents got me Kit, the american girl doll. if you didnt know, this was back when american girl dolls were decent and cared abt historical context and shit, so kit’s whole thing was she lived in the great depression. i also had a blonde bob and freckles so everyone kept saying i was just like kit, but i didn’t understand that they meant my looks. so one night, i prayed to god that he would make me more like kit so i wouldn’t let anyone down by not being like her. and the next morning, my parents sat me down and explained the recession to me and i cried the whole night because i genuinely thought i’d caused it.

It’s that time of year, again!

Rima Day on Instagram / Etsy

Makes about as much damn sense as some of the crap I read on recipe sites.

If you don't observe, at least avoid wishing folks a Happy Hannukah three to four weeks later when it will be long past.. . .

but in the diet mentality all of these things are considered personal moral failures, a failure of control, when controlling it is literally impossible. I am so incredibly saddened by women who weigh themselves multiple times a week and fuss over ten freaking pounds when that’s well within the bounds of menstrual fluctuation + just-ate-lunch. It’s horrible.

My own mother, who works in the medical field and has worked solely for OB/GYN for the last 16 years, gave me grief about all of those things. And she knew about hormone level changes and weight distribution changes and she STILL did it. Don’t think hard facts will outweigh societal norms. Keep talking about it until they can’t ignore the facts

The Old Batchelor, ca. 1865. (Photo by Henry Pointer)