Don’t Be That Guy.
Great campaign! Great point!
signal boosting the shit out of this
you can never NOT reblog this
i need to get a chiseled jaw, a bigger chest, huge biceps and better abs in 1 month before everyone starts opening up their pools
my little sister sleeps with a box of cheez-its next to her pillow and i always thought it was because she’s lazy and likes to have it for convenient snacking but last night she told me it’s because she likes seeing it first thing when she wakes up to remind her there’s good in the world
Yeah duhhhhh lol
Remember when Romney lost the election so somebody created White People Mourning Romney and collected various people crying over Romney’s loss?
Still so funny.
this is so rude. does no one realize these people are crying because their beliefs and lifestyles are being forced to change every time someone who doesn’t agree is elected? right or wrong, them being upset is 100% justifiable and mocking them for it just makes you a huge fucking piece of shit.
Mmm white people tears
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
*purposely drop something in front of my crush*
the CHAIR WITH THE MAGNIFYING GLASS I CANT