Just whatever

ask-omnipony:

I don’t really believe this mumbo jumbo

I mean it’s a goddamn hat.

Right..?

The white rose, it symbolizes the unique beauty of all the women who wish not to be with a nice guy such as myse-

I wonder if this works with other kinds of hat…

Nothing ventured, nothing gained…

WHEEEN THE MOON HITS YOUR EYE LIKE A BIG PIZZA PIE THAT’S AMORREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

oh boy…….

Luckily, this nonsense doesn’t work on girls.

Observe…

And it can’t possibly work on motorcycle helmets.

I must test it.

Nothing happening so far…

What in the world?

Oh why not? This should be interesting.

Here we go!

Were all mad here in Underland!

What the hell! Never Again!

… Actually …

Alright, I gotta try this!

Can’t be that bad!

….

LOL

i wonder if it works for flower crowns?

here goes nothin-

w HAT THE

DID I JUST-

Okay Clearly something is up.

Hmm… I wonder

I’m sure nothing could possibly…

I wonder what happens when you wear 8 of these at once…

So, a coworker of mine constantly likes and shares shit on Facebook from the “Mommy needs Vodka” group (which…I have a lot of feelings about the tacit acceptance of alcohol abuse through humor already) that just boil down to “I hate my body but I also like food I view as unhealthy. Arent I a mess? Haha so relatable.”

Examples:

Yall.

This is not… a sustainable relationship with food or body image. Masking it as haha so relatable humor doesnt make it less toxic.

This isnt the attitude of someone who has embraced body positivity and is living their best life and loving themselves regardless of artificial societal beauty standards.

This is the attitude of people, of women, trying to mask pretty intense body image issues and guilt over foods they view as unhealthy with humor. This was how I dealt with my body image issues in high school and a good chunk of college- hiding from my guilt over food and my deep dislike for my weight with humor.

I hate it. I hate that it’s normalized. I hate that its seen as funny. Maybe I’m being overly sensitive about this to a degree because it reminds me so vividly of how I used to cope. But. Ack.

10 Tips (by me) to help improve your body image:

http://fandomsandfeminism.tumblr.com/post/180313838749/10-tips-to-improve-your-body-image

oh my god SHUT UP can we not joke about things anymore. this is my way of dealing with shit dont make me feel bad about it tf…

So, you’re 15. And I don’t point this out to be rude or patronizing, but to say that when I was 15? I made a lot of jokes like these as well.  And my self-image was in a really bad place. I know what that’s like. I know that for me I buried myself in oversized hoodies until the summers hit 95 degrees, that I avoided looking in mirrors when I was getting dressed because all that chub made it hard to me to ignore the fact that I was chubby. This kind of humor may have helped me save face to my friends, but it didn’t actually make me better. Coping isn’t recovery. 

I got better, slowly, and over time, and deliberately. It was long and it was hard and it was work. And I didn’t even start that process until I was in college, and I work on it more every day. Part of that process was to not constantly make jokes about how fat and unattractive I was. I will never be a size 00. But I can be someone who doesn’t need a shot of vodka to cope with trying on a bikini.

In the past few months, I realized that our thoughts can have a profound effect on our minds and bodies. How we think can shape our future and how we respond to situations. We also need to stop comparing ourselves to other people. 

So, I try my best to avoid looking at negative memes or browsing hateful, self-pitying online forums. I unfollowed famous people on social media and only focused on fellow writers, poets, artists, and creators. I prefer to watch positive, upbeat videos on YouTube to cheer myself up and remind myself that I am a beautiful, important person and that my life is not a waste. I also keep an affirmation journal to manifest my goals and to prompt positive thinking. 

U CANT SCARE THE OCEAN

Nesbit actually can be credited with being one of the first authors that began to shift myths and legends to more fantasy-like stories (fantasy as a genre how we know it, wasn’t around then because it was just part of literature, especially British literature). In fact, many scholars who study fantasy literature and children’s literature believe that, since her children’s stories were so popular with children in England, the stories and their content prompted Tolkien (the first to coin fantasy as its own genre in his essay “On Fairy Stories”) to take up the stories of dragons and elves and fairies as they’d have been children when she was writing.

he yelled when i was playing outside and he wanted me in for dinner, but that was only so id hear him. he yelled the day i told him and my mom about the abuse going on at school, but that was when i was up in my room and he was downstairs yelling over my special ed teacher abusing me and my classmates and the school letting it happen and how messed up it was. he yelled the night he went to kill my uncle cuz he was upset that my uncle had raped my cousin

but he never yelled at me. i wasnt afraid of him screaming at me or worried that he might hit me when i got in trouble

and i grew up just fine. i grew up feeling loved. i grew up able to talk to him about my hobbies and interests. i grew up comfortable around my own dad

im really disorganized, and god i was much worse when i was younger. i didnt finish my homework a lot then either

so when wed get a note home about my incomplete homework and disorganization, my dad….didnt yell at me. wed go about our day and when we were alone, hed bring it up. he was always gentle about it and he took ‘i dont know’ as an answer when he asked me why i had trouble finishing homework or organizing 

according to my mom, enough ‘i dont know’s led to me getting my adhd diagnosis 

and like…..i got better with organizing and finishing work. why? cuz my dad helped me. he sat down and helped me with my homework. we made a system that helped me finish assignments. he helped me organize my backpack and folders. i still use these systems even though im older and hes not here 

when we moved, i didnt like my new special ed teacher at first, mostly cuz i was afraid shed be like my old one. i skipped going to her room a lot. i did whatever i could to avoid her

and so my dad asked me why i didnt go to her class. he asked me while we were doing something we liked, he was gentle about it too, and he had never been even vaguely threatening to me before……so i felt comfortable telling him i was scared

he helped me with this too. he told me to write down everything that happened in special ed and keep the page, so id see after a period of time that she wasnt going to abuse me. he worked with my special ed teacher for us to interact outside of a classroom environment for a little so i wouldnt feel pressured or that she had power over me

My best friend does not like my gerbils at all. She jokingly calls them vermin and teases me for being the only 25 year old woman that still has pet gerbils. She came to visit me one weekend when one of my sweet babies was really sick, and unfortunately called me at work to solemnly let me know my gerbil had passed. The entire drive home I was trying not to cry because we had plans and I didn’t want to ruin the weekend with my ridiculous grief over a rodent. When I got home, my best friend was sitting in the driveway, hand painting a little coffin with my gerbil’s name on it. I immediately started sobbing. She went and got me a glass of wine, and played a Stevie Nicks song on her phone while she dug a grave. After the somber funeral in my backyard, she cancelled our evening plans and we walked to a bar, where my best friend completely un-ironically held up a glass and toasted my dead gerbil, thanking her for the joy she’d brought me.