"I can’t have an eating disorder, I’m too fa—
*GRABS YOU FIRMLY BY THE SHOULDERS*
EATING DISORDERS ARE MENTAL ILLNESSES.
MENTAL. AS IN, BRAIN.
EATING DISORDERS ARE IN YOUR BRAIN.
NOT IN YOUR TUMMY OR YOUR ARMS OR YOUR THIGHS.
CUT THE BULLSHIT.
Why is that most of the dress code things are for people who are most likely identifying as women?
No short shorts, no hot pants.
They want people to wear jeans/khakis but it isn’t mandatory which is stupid because it is going to be hot. I don’t know about the rest of the nation but the Carolina’s are warming up. I want to wear a tank top….
I think it is stupid that their dress code is basically just telling girls what they can/can’t wear.
you GUYS I got into Earlham College!!!!!!
shamelessly reblogging myself because I am completely over the moon about this
You’ve gained the weight. You are no longer in the beginning, where everyone is fawning over you. Family & friends are no longer scared for you, because perhaps you don’t look "sick". You don’t look like you are on death’s doorstep. Your mind, though more clear, still torments you with lies and visions of the past. You struggle every single day, every day you win and you lose. And nobody tells you that IT’S OKAY. That just because you are weight-restored, doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to cry and scream and want desperately to give up. It doesn’t mean you’re not allowed to “mess up”. BUT NOBODY WILL TELL YOU THIS. So here I am, telling you that the middle of recovery is absolutely terrible. It’s confusing. "What’s maintaining? How do I cope without relapsing? How do I talk about my emotions instead of channeling them toward food?" We learn that we cannot measure our worth by our weight. But you know what else? You can’t measure your worth by the fact that you messed up. You are not a failure at recovery. You can mess up. GOD, PLEASE MESS UP, BECAUSE YOU ARE HUMAN AND YOU WERE NOT MEANT TO BE PERFECT. Forgive yourself, warrior. You are still strong. You can cry and break down and want to throw in the towel, but that does not diminish your worth as a fighter. Love yourself as you are, in the middle of recovery, absolutely miserable. Because one day, it’s not going to be miserable and you will not be in the middle any more. Recovery is possible. And it’s excruciating. I am in love with recovery. I also completely detest recovery. I struggle, and I win, and I fight, and I lose. But at the end of the day, recovery is so amazing and challenging and wonderful that it will take your breath away.
To be real, I just don’t even care all that much about the world cup this year.
I’m so tired of high school quidditch getting the back seat. It feels like there hasn’t been any news since the hswc got postponed LAST year.
I’m just disappointed. The original intent of having a separate world cup for high school teams was to get them more attention, and essentially the opposite has happened.
Sorry if that sounded whiney, mini-rant over.