My tummy doesn’t have to be cute. It holds my internal organs. My thighs don’t have to “crush men’s skulls”. I use them to carry myself. My stretch marks don’t have to be tiger stripes I earned. They came when I grew.
Stop.
feeling this
This!
I feel like even body positivity is too focused on, like, the appearance of the body. I know I became a whole lot happier with my body when I started thinking of it less in terms of how it looked (to me or anyone else) and realized, that, like…
When I feel cool breeze on my skin on a really hot day, my body did that for me.
When I step into a bath after a hike, and my muscles ache, but in a good way, and the steam all around me makes me feel like a flower blooming, my body did that for me.
And the hike before it, and standing on a large rock breathing the raw winter air seeing the power of the half-frozen river. That too.
When I’ve had a plate of pasta puttanesca, and I chopped and sauteed the ingredients and now I’m full-but-not-uncomfortable, and warm all over, and perfectly content, my body did that for me.
My body doesn’t have to look awesome to be awesome. It’s awesome because it’s where I live.
Best comment.
“[My body is] awesome because it’s where I live.”
She was one of the first volunteers to come to the cave. She worked to cook meals and provide rest for the soldiers and divers trying to get to the boys.
She has 5 acres of land where she farms rice all on her own since her husband died and she left it shortly after planting to go and give what she could to the rescue effort. She returned home a week later to find her fields flooded by the water being pumped out of the cave system.
From what the article says, it doesn’t seem to have destroyed all her (and almost a dozen other farmers) crops but it was a good portion of them.
This woman is wonderful. She could have seen this as a “no good deed goes unpunished” but she just laughed it off and said it was worth it to save those boys.
The reason you’re great at one-off compositions but can’t put a long-form comic or animation together to save your life isn’t because you’re a lousy artist, it’s because you’re a lousy project manager.
I know that doesn’t sound particularly positive, but you’d be astounded how many artists I’ve run into who are literally unaware that project management is a) a totally separate skill set from being Good At Art, and b) something you actually have to learn – they think that people are just intrinsically good or bad at doing long-form projects and that’s all there is to it.
Correctly identifying what it is that you suck at is the first step to improving!
Friendly reminder that you are NOT obligated to celebrate today. Not everyone has had a good relationship with their fathers and you are perfectly valid for not celebrating. Take care of your own mental health, don’t force yourself to partake in a holiday that isn’t good for you.
Also, sending lots of love to all those who couldn’t celebrate today with their fathers even if they wanted to. ♡
do you ever catch yourself thinking of something so weird and fucked up that you have to stop mid-thought and your face is
our thoughts aren’t always from us. Sometimes random thoughts are our brain trying to process and understand concepts we’ve heard from other people. Your reaction to that thought shows your true feelings on the subject
this actually makes me very relieved
That information is very important for people suffering from intrusive thoughts. Thank you
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