bee

to all the people who pathologise & demonise the existence of fat bodies : that’s okay. We are all taught to internalise anti-fat bias. But that means we can unlearn it too. We can learn to internalise the belief that all bodies are good & valuable & worthy of basic human respect and decency.

joining the world of tumblr in search of more fat positive babes & friendships. just ur daily reminder that it is okay to be fat - it does not make you less worthy, less deserving of respect and love, or less beautiful. you are enough, just as you are. <3

currently experiencing some intense heartbreak so. here’s a poem i wrote.

the next time I fall in love i want it to be myself. truly madly but most of all I want it to be forever. Please let it be forever.

It is August. Mid-year, beginning of the month. Let’s skip to the part where I tell you what healing is. By healing, I mean surviving. I mean, standing in the place I once stood a lifetime ago. Scattered memories. I have spoken too many words that I did not yet know the meaning of. Let them fall off my tongue into hands that did not know how to hold them. I have left too many words unsaid that stacked up in the back of my throat and left me choking. Too many mornings stirring your absence into my coffee. Tasting lingering memories with my cereal. I can’t remember your favourite breakfast, or if you even eat it. I don’t know how many sugars you have in your coffee. If you even like coffee. Once, I knew your favourite colour and the things you did not want anyone else to know and now, now these things escape me. This is healing. Today, I drink my coffee without a thought of where you are or what you are doing. I eat my cereal, and you do not sour the milk. I stand in this place I stood a lifetime ago, staring across the river, my feet fixed to the pavement and I do not want to run. I see beauty in all the places once stained with despair. Instead of breaking. I see healing. I hold my new love’s hand in mine. See what they see: a still river, tourists stopping to picture the beauty and us. New memories to stir into my coffee the next morning.