people don’t look at you and see your body. they don’t measure the space between your thighs or the width around your stomach. that doesn’t happen. people see your pretty smile and your soft hair and your cheeks red from the cold and your eyes. they hear your laugh and your sentences and your jokes and your ideas. there is so much more than this tiny human vessel you were given. your legs can walk and your brain can think and your hands can feel. you could walk anywhere. you could cut all your hair off and wear dark lipstick. you could kiss strangers. the possibilities are endless and you were given this life, this opportunity, to explore and to create and to love and be loved back. you are not your body. You are the songs you sing and the friends you make and the words you write and the places you go. i believe in you. i really do. you are going to do something so great in this world. you can share ideas and teach so many people. please take care of yourself. give your body fuel so it can think and smile and be healthy. — please.

Brindo por ti, por que te faltó coraje para hacer muchas cosas, entre ellas comer.

good night loves

all of the posts depicting starved girls as perfect are extremely worrying and i hate that people can't be happy with who they are