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I'm bri. And someday maybe I'll be comfortable being her. This is my journey.





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Almost 20 years ago, writer Andrew Solomon fell into a deep depression. In this talk from TEDxMet, he speaks eloquently and openly about his struggle with “the family secret we all share,” but that no one wants to talk about. If you are a human or know a human, you have to watch this talk, but — be warned — you might just find yourself in tears.

That second frame: “it’s just too much work”. YES. And the later frame where he says “you know it’s ridiculous”. YES. And those two work together to make it WORSE. You know other people aren’t this lazy, you know you have a problem - but you don’t think it’s a sickness. You just think you’re a useless waste of space.

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Eating doesn’t make you fat, it makes you a human being.

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I don’t have to be sick to be sad.
I don’t have to cause myself physical pain to be hurting.
My bones don’t have to be visible to see the pain in my eyes.
My body may not be starving, but my heart is.

I still need attention.
I still deserve concern
That fragile little girl still exists.
She just wants to know
that you care.

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This was once the most common representation of female bodies. The rolls of fat and pudgy bellies existed along with thick thighs and broad hips. Some of those bodies were slim, some were chubby, some were fat, but they weren’t stretched out and smoothed out in Photoshop. They acted like bodies do, they looked real and believable. We lost that somewhere along the way, when people in the fashion business started wiping out any inconvenient fold, making us think they don’t exist and to have them is a blasphemy. Maybe it’s about time we remember they are perfectly normal and everyone has them, sometimes or all the time, no matter skinny or fat.

(Source: enfantferoce, via itsallbluehair)

[TW for: suicide, self harm, eating disorder, numbers] i know girls who are trying to fit into the social norm
like squeezing into last year’s prom dress
i know girls who are low rise, mac eyeshadow, and binge drinking
i know girls that wonder if they’re disaster and sexy enough to fit in
i know girls who are fleeing bombs from the mosques of their skin
playing russian roulette with death; it’s never easy to accept
that our bodies are fallible and flawed
but when do we draw the line?
when the knife hits the skin?
isn’t it the same thing as purging,
because we’re so obsessed with death,
some women just have more guts than others
the funny thing is women like us don’t shoot
we swallow pills, still wanting to be beautiful at the morgue,
still proceeding to put on make-up,
still hoping that the mortician finds us fuckable and attractive
we might as well be buried with our shoes,
and handbags and scarves, girls
we flirt with death everytime we etch a new tally mark
into our skin
i know how to split my wrists like a battlefield too
but the time has come for us to
reclaim our bodies
our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral,
offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say,
“i only know how to exist when i’m wanted”
girls like us are hardly ever wanted you know
we’re used up and sad and drunk and
perpetually waiting by the phone for someone to pick up
and tell us that we did good
You did good.
( i know i am because i said am, my body is home)
so try this
take your hands over your bumpy lovebody naked
and remember the first time you touched someone
with the sole purpose of learning all of them
touched them because the light was pretty on them
and the dust in the sunlight danced the way your heart did
touch yourself with a purpose
your body is the most beautiful royal
fathers and uncles are not claiming your knife anymore
are not your razor, no
put the sharpness back
lay your hands flat and feel the surface of scarred skin
i once touched a tree with charred limbs
the stump was still breathing
but the tops were just ashy remains,
i wonder what it’s like to come back from that
sometimes i feel a forest fire erupting from my wrists
and the smoke signals sent out are the most beautiful things
i’ve ever seen
love your body the way your mother loved your baby feet
and brother, arm wrapping shoulders, and remember,
this is important:
you are worth more than who you fuck
you are worth more than a waistline
you are worth more than any naked body could proclaim
in the shadows, more than a man’s whim
or your father’s mistake
you are no less valuable as a size 16, than a size 4 
you are no less valuable as a 32A than a 36C,
your sexiness is defined by concentric circles within your wood;
you are a goddamn tree stump with leaves sprouting out:
— I Know Girls- Mary Lambert (via buttwitch)

(Source: anotherseashore, via edrecoveryprobs)


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I don’t want eating an apple to feel like a binge.

I don’t want to keep eating the same foods over and over again.

I don’t want to stay home when everyone else go out partying.

I don’t want to cancel plans because I’m feeling fat.

I don’t want to push boys away because I can’t stand the thought of them feeling my fat.

I don’t want to hurt my family anymore.

I don’t want to keep pushing everyone away.

I don’t want this disorder to control me anymore.

(via slow-and-graceful)