Just thought people may enjoy this :)

The world is so fatphobic and glorifies thinness so much that I am turning 25 years old in five days and this is the first time I have ever in my entire life seen representation of fat people in figure skating. And what is just as surprising is that when I looked at this person's account, they had no content about weight loss or wanting to become thin. They actually had content specifically talking about accepting their body and being glad to show other people who look like them that it's okay to follow your dreams no matter what your body looks like.

It's incredibly sad that this is the first time I have ever been able to see my body represented in figure skating (and don't get me started on the lack of fat representation in other sports as well), but I hope this person's videos will inspire more fat people to try this sport and not hide our bodies. Maybe someday in the future I'll be shocked that there had ever been so little representation of fat figure skaters in the past.

— David Jones

— Colleen Hoover, Point of Retreat

i had the most baffling encounter at work today.

apparently someone left their iphone in our store. the phone was found by a woman, henceforth known as “Terrible Lady,” when Phone Owner set off the “find my iphone” alarm. the alarm is accompanied by a “please contact this # if found” message. Terrible Lady utilizes this number to text Phone Owner, demanding $100 in return for the phone. Phone Owner says they can’t afford it, there’s some back and forth, etc. etc., and eventually Phone Owner threatens to call the cops.

Terrible Lady brings the phone (which is still making the obnoxious “find my iphone” noise, and continues to do for the duration of the encounter) to my register, complaining about the audacity of Phone Owner, as if refusing to pay the $100 is an egregious personal insult. i “mhm” a lot, silently judging her, but relieved she has sensibly decided to release the phone into the store’s custody so we can return it to Phone Owner without further drama.

LMAO WRONG

fifteen minutes later, after she has checked out, she comes by my register just long enough to say “make sure she pays the $100, i’ll call to see when i need to come pick it up!” and is out the door before i can even process the fact that this women genuinely thinks that the burlington fucking coat factory is going to be the middleman for her definitely unethical and most likely illegal lost iphone extortion scheme. (side note: i looked this up once i got home from work, and it turns out that, yeah, it’s totally illegal in our state)

sure enough, an hour later, Terrible Lady calls: “hi, is this cashier #5? [that’s not my name but thanks] has she brought the $100 yet??”

there are like 2 cashiers on duty and 20 people in line. i beg my manager to take the call, which: smart move. because my manager ends up on the phone with Terrible Lady for 20 minutes, telling her that we will, under no circumstances, require Phone Owner to pay $100 before we give them the phone. eventually, Terrible Lady realizes we mean business, and SHE threatens to call the cops on US because we took the phone from her “under false pretenses”

manager hangs up on Terrible Lady /end

What did I just read?

One of the most accurate depictions of how awful customers can be.

I was reading this story thinking that OP works at an Apple store or a phone store, which would make this almost make sense, and then they casually drop in that all this is happening at a Burlington Coat Factory.

let's go on a date (lay on the floor together and talk about anything and everything)

— Jane Austen

— C.S. Lewis

I don’t know how many times i survived myself without telling anyone.

Shrek as an 80's Dark Fantasy Film

You are kidnapped by the villain regularly, but you’re starting to look forward to it. You know they won’t hurt you, and are simply being dramatic. It also doesn’t help that you are the only person they ever kidnap. This time, the hero doesn’t bother trying to save you.

“Do you have any last words before I kill you?” snarled the demon. That was 33 years ago and I’ve not said a word since yet it still shadows me, waiting.

you are immortal, had to break up with your girlfriend cuz you couldn’t stand the grief of her inevitable death. She seems surprisingly understanding and you believe you’ll never see her again. Centuries later you are shopping and come across her and she looks just as surprised to see you.

“What…”

I saw her just sitting there in a café, her style was different…as was her hair but those eyes could never change and that little smirk she had…she was stunning as ever. I had to have drawn attention to myself just stopping in the middle of the café like that…cause she looked up and stopped dead.

The bridge 

There’s a bridge between my muse and I and she’s the one floating ideas at me, pulling threads together and offering them on that bridge, lighter than a feather and quicker than lightning.

Without ever saying it, she means, dawdle at your own expense. I think that’s my muse on most days, irreverent, though on some days, charming, amused, then on grey days, storms, lightless when she hoists a flag of fury, and a calm serene sea for an aftermath.

She could fly away and never return, until she does, I’ll take care of the bridge.

‘I am so tired of my own voice’

Unknown

Kevin Lenaghan, “Stairway”, “Glass Palace”, and “Crystal Stairway” (2021)

I’ve never seen anything this funny in my goddamned life