Reason I have for wanting to be skinny?

Im a kinky bitch so heres some not so normal reasons

for yall kinda kinky bitches

also bruises are hot on skinny frames

Simone Weil, “The Love of God and Affliction,” Waiting for God

Murmur of Youth, Lin Cheng-sheng (1997)

I really really like/want this cat🐈

i sound like a antivaxxer sayin this but ESSENTIAL OILS THAT HELP WEIGHT LOSS !!!!!!

- Grapefruit essential oil: prevents bloating, water retention and dissolves fat also a hunger suppressant (i recommend using this)

- Peppermint essential oil: hunger suppressant and best for digestion

- Bergamot Essential oil: mood booster and helps control bad cholesterol and stress eating

reblog if you’re a little lost in life rn

I just finished babysitting my friend’s children, and she has most definitely mastered the no spanking/alternative discipline route. I always talk about taking it because I don’t believe in abusing children, but I’ve never personally seen it in action by a Black parent. Her children are 2 and 5 and they are the kindest, nicest toddlers I’ve ever met. They listen to her because she’s their mom and they automatically recognize she’s important and she gives them what they want (love and affection and rewards). In return they like to clean for her and give her artwork and cuddles all of the time.

To get them to listen to her, she makes sure to listen to them and what they’ve got to say instead of telling them to shut up all the time. The 5 year old asked her a few months ago why you can’t eat food that was on the floor after picking up food on the floor, and she explained it calmly and clearly. He asked 4 other questions after that and she answered all of them. He was satisfied and happy with the answers, and ever since he hasn’t done those things. She lets them gush and gush about Hot Wheels or Team Umizoomi and engages with them and counts with them and everything, so they never feel alone or neglected enough to not want to obey.

My friend lets them make mistakes by themselves on the rare chance they don’t listen so they can learn from them and let that be punishment enough. For example, the younger one we’ve been telling not to go near the dog cage because he doesn’t like dogs. He went near it a while ago, got his hand licked, freaked out, and hasn’t been anywhere near it since. The board on the wall that she uses has a column for each boy horizontally, and vertically are all the traits she wants them to have, like being nice, listening to her and their teachers, eating their food, cleaning up, having manners, etc. They get a sticker whenever they do it for the day, and they lose all their stickers when they break a habit. That’s enough punishment for them, so they don’t break it.

When they wake up, it’s cleanup time, or bedtime, she plays what she calls “musical habits”. She puts on a playlist of their favorite songs (it’s like 20-25 minutes) that make them feel motivated, and they should be finished getting ready or cleaning by the time the last song is over. If they’re not, they get a toy from their toy bin taken away or an Oreo from their snack bag taken out (aka eaten by her). But she hasn’t ever gotten to that because they always finish. They don’t even like hearing the consequences lol. And I just wanted to say I really enjoyed seeing good parenting by a Black woman that wasn’t abusive or harmful to the child’s development, it gave me inspiration and hope. Just had to talk about it somewhere.

I wrote this post about a year ago. Since then, I’ve become the godmother to both of these babies, and they are STILL so well behaved. I babysit from time to time. They’re also enrolled in Montessori programs.

She’s now teaching them about mindfulness, Spanish, self care, and cooking. They have little yoga mats and practice breathing in and out with her every morning, and then they do affirmations together. I visited them a while back and they have a new board up! She created a system where they’re challenged with the task to do something nice for each other or for someone else every week. With this challenge they’re instructed to use their listening skills to figure out what that person might want or need, and then figure out how they should react. The only reward at the end of the week is a big hug and some snacks, and every month, she lets them have a movie day if they’ve done really well.

She’s also making them use their words when they’re upset instead of grumbling in silence. Her oldest one was notorious for that. She made up a little saying to remind him: “Mommy can’t help if Mommy doesn’t know.” It’s forced him to explain why he’s upset and that gives them a chance to have an actual conversation about it. Now they talk about ANYTHING. If they don’t feel like talking at that moment and they express that, she’ll lead them to their playroom and turn their favorite show on or let them meditate or draw until they’ve cooled down. She also accepts letters if they just didn’t want to use their words. It was so good to watch.

By the way, I got many messages about this post asking me to ask my friend where she learned these techniques. She said that she wrote down all the ways her parents hurt, hindered, or stunted her developmental growth and then wrote down ways they could’ve approached it better or loved her better. That second list is her guideline. 

I usually see people say they’re never gonna treat their kids like their parents treated them yet end up doing it anyways. So this is encouraging… knowing that it is possible to be better than you’re parents.

This is so, SO important. Please share it with your followers. 

I never want to be like my mother and I will try my hardest to be better than her. Meaning I will make mistakes (like we all do) but I will learn from them and come back from it and handle future situations in a healthier manner.

Perfection👌🏻

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

not even risking that shit

scrolled past this, re-evaluated my life, then SCROOOLLLED back up and hit the damn reblog button. 

Last comment same thing. Sorry to the next person who sees this. I just can’t risk it. I have things I need to do before my life becomes hell. Lol

man i fucking hate yall who tf put this up knowing damn well we all gonna reblog it im heated im really sick af bout this 

I don’t play that shit lol sorry

WHyyyy

Sorry everyone

If only if only the woodpecker sighs the bark on the tree was as soft as the sky why the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only

Shiddd

this post followed me to Facebook and im sooo annoyed!

It’s been a MINUTE since I’ve seen Madame Zeroni, fr fr

I HATE TUMBLR FKKKK SAKES

LMAOOOO

Not tryna fuck up any of my planetary Returns~

I reblogged this yesterday but idc, I ain’t playing games with Madame Zeroni or Mama Kitt

Madame Zeroni ain’t for play play

Fuck it, hope she bless me

But what if a nigga don’t reblog this and they great great great grand kid finds a treasure chest?🤔

What year did this start? I’m always feels my like I have to reboot this

not risking shitttt

The fuck, guys? I don’t even know who she is bur damn I’ve been cursed before so I ain’t risking

The fuck you mean you don’t know who she is?!

she gets re-blogged on my dashboard at least once a week?

this is the perfect grade of good luck

reblog in 5 seconds and all of your grades will inch ever closer to perfect

I need this badly

So you know the weight loss fairy, but have you seen…

🔄Rb for one week without binges

Please, don’t scroll past.

I’m an Italian girl, 19 years old, I’m attending university and my family is pretty broke actually.

I’ve always worked in the summer and thanks to this I managed to pay both the taxes of my university and the books I needed.

This has been until now. My father died in a car accident, he had a heart stroke while driving. The assurance company basically abandoned us, so we resulted into having still to pay 50 000 euro for our house. My mother doesn’t want me to leave uni, she says it was her fault to have had trust in that company…so she is looking for a full time job.

the problem is: my brother is 12 and he has Asperger. He should be with an adult at least half of the day. He will be alone from lunch, when he comes home from school, to night, when I come home. I’m scared he will start feeling lonely and develop bad habits, which is kinda “normal” in the average adolescent, so much more probable for him.

I can’t work at the moment, without leaving uni, and my mum would never accept that. She would blame herself forever.

But I want to help her, and it would be possible with YOUR help.

If anyone could donate just one Euro (or dollar, whatever you want), I would at least be able to pay for the food and groceries.

If you can’t or don’t want to donate, please just reblog.

My payment system is Paypal: agtbrchs@gmail.com

Thank you.

Tips That Can Save Your Kid’s Life.

THIS IS IMPORTANT 

When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now). 

I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes. 

Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that. 

Two incidents, one as a young child, one years later as a teen. Don’t discredit this stuff, it fucking works. My brother used it a few times too. Let your child pick the word and no never, ever, ever, ever get mad at them for using it no matter what it is. 

DO NOT SCROLL PAST THAT.

Hey if you scrolled past, THIS IS IMPORTANT Go back up and read it

I want soo bad💕

Why is it that some people give up on their dreams? Because at some point, they began to believe that they are unachievable. They began to believe that they were not capable, unworthy, or lacked the skill that was needed.

But if we are not to follow our hearts, Suppress our biggest passions, And deny our life’s fulfillment, Who will we turn out to be? Will our life contain genuine happiness?

It’s important for us to break up our goals into smaller tasks. Things that we can achieve today that will bring us closer towards that end goal.

Why? Because one cannot reach the stars by simply looking at them. And when they appear so far away; it is easy for one to become discouraged.

And give up.

So, take a moment to break your goals up into smaller pieces. Don’t allow for its wholeness to daunt you. You can get there, but you must first create the steps.

Having social anxiety feels like being in a theatre play without a script

Holy shit this is a perfect representation of how I feel 24/7

Fuck this is hella goals