I started hating my legs when I was about 7 or 8 years old. I was standing in a Gap changing room with my mom while she complained about the pockets on different jeans making my thighs look extra bulky.

When I was 13, (5,2” 100 pounds) she was driving me to the gym and she pestered me about wearing long leggings, rather than shorts. “Maybe if you actually worked and felt good about yourself you’d wear shorts,” she’d said.

Four years ago when I was 16 and in the eleventh grade, I was at a pretty unhappy time in my life. This was for a few different reasons, but I began to lose interest in school, in my friends, and in my sports. I became less active, and this, coupled with stopping gymnastics at age 14 and my liking of food, had led me to get a little on the chubby side.

One rainy day in class one of my good guy friends and another guy (whom I’d on/off liked) started making jokes and then referred to me as “Zeus.” I didn’t know what they meant, and I kept trying to find out for the next couple weeks whilst they continued to use this name. Then my friends found out, and they didn’t want to tell me what it meant. Finally one did. She looked at me with so much pity, her eyes dropping while she said: “Like you know.. Zeus.. thunder.. thunder thighs”

I couldn’t even cry, I just felt so sad.
I actually don’t believe in using the word “hate”, but damn I really did dislike my legs.
After grade 11 I began to slim down a little.

Three days ago I was lying in bed with my boyfriend who I have now been with for about six months. I was - in a light-hearted manner - complaining about the fat I’ve gained from all of our recent going out to eat. These endeavors have, in fact, led me to get back to the same weight I was in grade 11. (Hopefully this won’t last long, because it feels bad.) Boyfriend grabs me and he says, “Babe stop, I love your body.” He continues to tell me about all the things he likes, and even mentions that the first time we slept together he thought I looked like a Victoria’s Secret model. When he was listing off things he liked, he then goes “..your stomach, your thick thighs..” and I had to stop in shock at how ironic this was.

In grade eleven my thick thighs had been so hurtful to me, and here I was 4 years later being praised for them. He even referred to them as thunder thighs (god forbid) all in the same sentence – talking about them almost like he was proud.

The point of this story is to say that you should not be ashamed of who you are. We all have things we do and do not like, and there are always people who will and won’t be nice. We grow up in certain cultures, we change, and yet we are still ourselves.. and so susceptible to everything. But for every person out there who will embarrass you and make you feel hurt, there is somebody who will love you for everything. Love yourself first to make things easier. People who properly love and respect you will come along, even if you have to wait for a while.

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Love is blind after all, to all the faults we wish to ignore in potential partners ~

[[ Mostly an anon based update this week (the questions were so good and relevant) but thank you to  asksugarandshadow120 for providing an ask with out the grayface on! ]]

Me watching Supernatural
  • *ominous music plays*
  • Me:*turns down volume to avoid jump scare*
  • Me:*waits a while*
  • Me:"I guess there isn't gonna be one"
  • Me:*turns volume back up*
  • *jump scare*
FamilyWeekdays

- Mom Koots, Dad Newz

we want to tell you something

- We talked about us. About our relationship

- James said that he loved me…

and I love him too…

- we realized…we are created for each other…

and we will be together…

The Choices

Everybody saw us fight. They heard the war of words across the comm. Witnessed the exchange of angry glances and stone hard glares. What they never saw, what the public never saw was the raw soul bearing confessions. The comfort and ease in a single touch. The fear that echoed into an eternity of past sins.

“Al shar’anu Ala. Al eburi’anu Ala.”

“Karata hum pajahi.”

The desert has its own language. Harsh and bitter, not so unlike the disguised love between us. It was full of pain and frustration, and it manifested in the shapes of cold tears at the corners of her eyes. 

I’ve never believed in fate. I’ve only ever believed in time and that everything happens, because we make it. We are not puppets on strings. Our futures not determined by something pre-designed. We aren’t here for any reason other than to simply be and to do.

We both knew that the desert would catch up to us. There is only so far you can run. There are only so many places you can hide, until it finds you. And it had found her. 

What do we do now? Stay and wait for the storms to come or do we go back, fight it on familiar land? 

My soul for her. My blood for her.

She loved me.

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Oyezoyezoyez, je profite de ces quelques nouvelles illustrations pour vous annoncer l’ouverture de ma boutique SOCIETY6 :D 

Vous étiez plusieurs à m’avoir demandé si je vendais des impressions de mes travaux, c’est fait ! J’ai aussi mis quelques visuels disponibles pour des impressions de coussins, t-shirt ou coques d’Iphone.

Si vous en commandez, n’hésitez pas à m’envoyer une photo du rendu et s’il y a des choses à améliorer, j’en prendrais note avec grand plaisir ! De même je n’ai mis en ligne que mes nouveautés, mais si vous préféreriez commander des illustrations plus anciennes, n’hésitez pas à me le demander

 ici (◐ω◑ )❤


En attendant, rebloguer cet article pourrait vraiment m’aider à démarrer :)
Bonne journée !

Hearyehearye, I take the opportunity of these few new illustrations to announce the opening of my printshop

SOCIETY6 :D

You’ve been a lot asking me if I were selling prints of my work…Here it is ><

Some visuals are also available for pillows,t-shirt or iphone cases…

if you buy some and notice there’s little things I can improve, or if you want some older visuals I didn’t put on the shop yet, please, 

let me know here (◐ω◑ )❤ 

By the way, sending me photos of them would make me really happy !

Also, reblogging this post could reaaaally help me to begin ! ‧