There was fire in your touch,
And your fingerprints are branded all over my soul.
You were black coffee at 7am on a sleepless winter day.
I hated the way you taste but I liked how you made me feel.
There was light in his touch, and his fingerprints made me shine until his love was gone.
He was chamomile tea with milk and honey at 9:30 pm on a chilly autumn night.
Smooth and sweet, he put me to sleep, and no amount of coffee seems to wake me up inside.
I slept in jeans last night, with my makeup on and my teeth unbrushed
Because there are blades in the bathroom and scissors on my desk
And I knew that if I left the safety of my bed
While I was drowning in thoughts of you
Those blades would meet my skin
In my own pathetic attempt to breathe
And not be held captive by your memory.
I found your number in my phone last night, I thought I had deleted it
But I guess I figured that one day I just might end up needing it
See it feels like I’m walking closer to the edge everyday
And I still feel like you’re the only one who can manage to pull me away
Which is stupid, I…
My brother was eating lunchables nachos and my sister asked ‘what kind of chips are those’ and idk I guess I spend too much time on the Internet because I said ‘nacho business’ right away.
I’m not the lets-burn-our-bras-I-hate men-women-are-supreme type of feminist. I’m a you-came-from-a-vagina-you-better-respect-the-vaginas type of feminist. I’m an a-woman-spent-9-months-with-you-living-inside-her-damn-right-women-should-be-paid-the-same kind of feminist. I’m a…
Having a thigh gap may make you feel beautiful, but the malnutrition, hair loss, dental problems, body hair, fatigue, weakness, hunger pains, obsession, shakiness, bloating, mood swings, fainting spells, headaches, muscle cramps, insomnia, brittle nails, stomach ulcers, arthritis, chills, and depression that come with it won’t.
I hate how society is still so obsessed with weight. If we were as obsessive with our health as we were our weight, there would be no more obesity, eating disorders, depression, insomnia, cancer, diabetes, heart disease, etc. Weight is just a number. It’s. Just. A. Number. If you weigh 300 lbs but you are perfectly healthy, then that should be enough. If you weigh 90lbs but you’re healthy then that’s good too. Everyone’s body is built differently. Some people are meant to be skinny. Others are meant to be curvy. Just as people have different heights, we also have different shapes, and weights, and these should be embraced. You really shouldn’t care what size you are or how much you weigh. Care about your health. Care about your emotional state, your physical state, your mental state. Care about yourself. But don’t care about a number. Face it, 99% of us are never going to realistically look like the models we see in the media. But who cares!
I get the whole weight obsession. I had an eating disorder for 5 years because I was told by many different sources that I wasn’t skinny enough, that I weighted too much and my thighs were too big and my jean size was wrong and that I would never be beautiful if I wasn’t skinny.
But it’s not true.
I can proudly say that I love my body and myself, especially after everything I’ve put it through. I’m a size 12, I weigh 158lbs, and I don’t care. Those are two numbers that are never going to effect me again. I’m not meant to be skinny. I’ve got hips and thighs and a big ass. But it doesn’t matter. All I care about now is being healthy. And that’s all you should care about too.
Tonight, instead of looking at the mirror and criticizing yourself, do me a favor. Say three nice things to yourself Anything. Complement your personality, your smile, your eyes, your laugh, anything. Anything that makes you who you are, that makes you special and unique and beautiful. Then tomorrow, do it again. Except this time, say those three things, and then add one more. Write it down. Stick it on your mirror. Say it over and over and over again. Say it until you believe it.
Because guess what? You’re beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Inside and out.
Once again, I’d like to ask you to visit my page projecthearmeout.tumblr.com, the official blog of project Hear Me Out.
I finally have it up and running, with our first submission, and I’m expecting more.
Please, I’d love to hear from you guys.
Tell me your story, what makes you who you are, what you’ve been through. The challenges you’ve faced and the achievements you’ve made.
Much love as always! <3
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