not another perfect wedding video
LITERALLY SO BEAUTIFUL I WANT TO BE THAT HAPPY IM CRYING OHMYGOD
This one actually took a lot of courage.
The picture on the left is probably the most “famous” picture of me, with over 5600 notes. It’s currently in a frenzy of being reblogged right now, so I decided to recreate it.
On the left, November 2010, I weighed 105 pounds (at 5’6”). This was not my lowest weight, in fact this was only the beginning, before I ever lost my period. This picture was a big deal for me because I finally started to love my body, and I thought I’d “made it”, because I finally had a thigh gap and toned abs. Too bad that feeling was extremely fleeting and I felt the need to lose 7 more pounds and would have lost much, much more if my mom and a doctor hadn’t intervened.
On the right, July 2012, I weigh 121 pounds. This is not my highest weight since I’ve recovered. Like a lot of people, I “overshot” my weight gain, weighing around 130ish (a guess since I got rid of my scale at school when I hit 128), and have since slowly dropped back down by truly normalizing my relationship with food and exercise. But guess what. This time I actually do love my body. I don’t feel like I need to change anything. It’s no longer “I love my body but… I need a bigger thigh gap… I’d like more toned abs… I’d like more visible hipbones…”. It’s just I love my body. It will likely continue to change throughout my life. I can basically guarantee you that I will weigh less than this and I will weigh more than this. If loving my body was still dependent on looking a certain way, I’d be screwed.
But luckily, it doesn’t depend on how I look, at all. Whether I weigh 100 pounds or 400 pounds, my body is my body and it puts up with me. I love my boyfriend for sticking with me through ups and downs, so why wouldn’t I love my body for doing the same thing?
…This officially has more notes than the original picture (it has just over 6000 now)
TUMBLR IS THE BEST AND I LOVE ALL OF YOU x10000
This is why, ladies and gentlemen, we should all invest in church camp.
if i ever neglect to reblog this assume i’m dead
IM SO PISSED OFF THAT WE DONT HAVE BALLS ANY MORE
I WANT TO WEAR A HUGE DRESS AND BE COURTED AND DANCE AROUND AND HAVE MY GOWN SWEEP THE FLOOR AND BE ALL ELEGANT AND GRACEFUL WITH GLOVES AND SHIT
BUT NO WE HAVE DUMB HOUSE PARTIES WITH CHEAP BEER AND RED CUPS AND HORNY TEENAGE BOYS WHO PUT THEIR HANDS UP MY SHIRT
for a second there i thought you were talking about testicles omg
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