but i needed to do something to show my love for these babes

Thalia’s Writing Masterlist

 Okay, so I’ve been collecting all of these posts on writing since a while back and my babe @dans34 needed help, so I decided to make a masterlist! I’ll be updating it whenever I find something new. I know it’s not a lot, but hey, it might work for someone!

Websites and charts

Mendeley

Zen writer

Wolfram Alpha

Charahub

Hemingway

Apps for writers

The NaNoWriMo Survival guide

Writing Advice Masterpost

Awesome sites and links for writers

Software and tools master post

Character cheat sheet

Plotting made simple

Stages of grief

Descriptions

How to show (not tell) your character’s appearance

Writing tip on how to describe eyes

Describing characters of color

How to make a character’s death sadder

Writing with color

Different types of fractures

Grammar

Resisting extravagant verbosity

Words to use more often

Tone Vocabulary list

Word definitions/ synonyms and antonyms/ words that rhyme with other words (useful af, trust me)

Writing tips

How to write the perfect ending

Writing advice you’re not going to like

Which scenes to cut

Nine ways to make the readers care

Friends, not love interests

Reaserch your big five

Hellish and Dystopian worlds

What to do when you’re stuck writing a scene

A smattering of stupid writing tips

Top ten writing tips from ‘Game of Thrones’ author George R. R. Martin

Creating a character

Creating OC’s

Core values

123 ideas for Character Flaws

How to name a character effectively

Things you should know about your characters

Help on how to write any type of character

How to make a character likable

Clothing from any era

Fantasy/historical clothing designs

Masterpost for writers creating their own worlds/characters

Generators

Random generators (for deaths, cities, names, etc.)

So you want to make a character

Character trait generator

Fantasy Girl Generator

Prompts

Writing prompt list #3 (has about 95 prompts)

Drabble prompts

Halloween one line

Obscure word prompts

AUs

AUs masterlist (divided in different themes)

Trashy AUs

Airplane AUs

Cute AUs

Meet ugly AUs

Car/Motorcycle AUs

Music/Background Sounds

Music to keep you focused

Kingdom Hearts II: Passion Kingdom Orchestra

MyNoise

Sounds to soothe anxiety

Miscellaneous

How to google it

This one is dedicated to my girl Chan aka @heartachetosing bc she a) requested it, and b) had a bad day. Hope this pulls you out of your funk. Love you!!

Homework

     “Babe, will you help me with this problem?” Wonho looked up from his paper, put down his pencil and sighed in frustration. You turned from your place at the stove, setting down the spoon you were using to stir the mac and cheese. You flipped off the burner and walked away from the stove.

     “Of course. What do you need help with?”

     “It’s asking how an independent clause is different from a dependent clause. I don’t understand what either of those things are. Do you have like, an example or something you can show me to help?”

     “Where’s your book, baby?” you asked, looking at the rather empty-looking table.

     “Uh, in my bag. I didn’t think I’d need it,” he said.

     You reached down to grab his bag, bending at the waist so he could see straight down your V-neck, retrieved his book, and came back up super slowly. You bit your lip and smirked at him. He inhaled sharply but tried to cover it up with a feigned yawn. You sat slowly in the chair next to him, and opened his book to the right page. You leaned over the edge of the table and pressed your breasts together, suddenly needier than ever.

     “Okay, so the difference,” he began, and you parted your lips, breathing slightly heavier than usual and lifting your chin. “God, will you let me focus, please?” he pushed your elbows off the table and you sat back down, momentarily discouraged.

     “Come on, babe.” You whined. He smirked at you and went back to writing his response to the question. “It’s been like, a week since we’ve had sex. I’m dying,” you sighed.

     “You’re not dying, Y/N. And it’s been three days,” Wonho grinned at you, bending over his paper.

     “Fine. If you’re not gonna touch me, I’ll just have to touch myself.” You sighed, running your hand over your bare thigh. You dragged your nails up your other thigh, hiking your skirt up higher on your hips. You looked over at your boyfriend, who had parted his own lips but still had the pencil in his hand, and his other hand braced the paper on the table. “Stop, I’m trying to work,” he said, more sternly.

     “No,” you said, “I have to do this myself, since you won’t.” You slid two fingers into either side of your panties, slipping them off your hips and letting them fall to the floor. You had Wonho’s full attention now. He sat, gripping the bottom of his chair with his hands, a tent growing in his pants. You licked your upper lip seductively, running your hands back up your thighs, fingers circling your clit. Wonho inhaled sharply, and you smirked at him.

     “Do you want me now, Oppa?” you ground out, slipping a finger into your entrance. His pupils were blown out and he had slipped out of his sweatpants and briefs, still sitting in the chair. He was stroking his hard member now, making himself moan.

           “Yes, Y/N.”

           You smirked at him, pushing another finger inside yourself. “Then come here,” you sighed. He obliged immediately, crawling to you on his hands and knees. He pressed his lips eagerly to your left ankle, kissing up your calf until he reached your knee. His tongue slipped out and licked a path to your throbbing core, and he looked up at you from between your thighs. He kissed your vulva before sucking hard on your clit, pulling it into his mouth and causing your hips to jolt forward. He flattened out his tongue against your entrance and lapped upward once, tearing a moan from your throat. He smirked up at you and pushed a finger into your entrance.

           “How are you already so wet?” he asked. You looked down at him, trying to keep your composure.

     “Like I said—mmm—it’s been—fuck!—three days” you managed to say. He was positively slamming into you with his finger, and he added another one for good measure, twisting and curling them so that he was against your front wall. He alternated back to a slow pace, causing you to buck your hips in frustration. He smirked at you again, adding a third finger and flicking his tongue rapidly against your clit. He pushed his pace back to rapid slamming, and your walls started to convulse around his fingers, butterflies filling your stomach. “Fuck, Wonho, I’m coming!” you gasped, your vision starting to blur at the edges.

     Wonho bent you over the edge of the kitchen table. He was quick to fill you with his cock, pushing himself into you before you had time to recover from your first orgasm. He snapped his hips into you with so much fervor that your thighs started to shake, your legs literally unable to hold you up. You slumped onto the table, a slew of curses leaving your lips as your boyfriend drilled you with all he had. He grabbed both of your legs and pulled them around him, lifting you by your shoulders. You were screaming by that point, and he was thrusting into you with all his strength. The faster he went, the more you were yelling, and the sloppier and more shallow his thrusts became. You hit your high a second time, being pushed over the edge of stimulation and falling slack against Wonho as he filled you with his orgasm. “Fuck, babe,” he said, looking down at his ruined assignment. “We gotta re-do that worksheet.”

     You laughed as he peppered kisses over your back. “I guess we do.”

Masterlist is here in case you guys wanna read the rest of my stuff!

Show You How To Love

Hiiii i would love a daddy (appa) kink suga smut thank you ;D~

After 4 hundred years of loosing my original draft to this and loosing my mind and having finals I FINALLY finished this smut! Hope you enjoy! Because its 12:30am and I’m sick with the flu and I need someone to enjoy something I’m high on Nyquil goodnight lovelies xx
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“I’m kinda busy babe.” You sneer, pushing his body away.
Your boyfriend came closer again, brushing his fingers against your cheek. “Y/N take a break please. All you do is work.” He whined.
“Yeah I work for us.” You stacked your next set of papers in front you and begin working again.
“Do you ever work for me in other ways?” He smirked.
His words made you uncomfortable and furious. All he ever asked for was sexual favors while you worked hours for him.
His hand travelled down your cheek to your neck, continuing down your torso, sweeping across your hip. That’s when you snapped.
“I can’t handle you! Get out of the fucking house!” You hissed.
He removed his hand and stepped back, taking in your anger.
“What did you fucking say to me?” He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“You heard me.” You stepped closer and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. “Leave.”
He grabbed your wrist and contorted it backwards making you wince.
“Don’t fucking speak to me like that you useless piece of shit.” He lashed.
He raised his hand in the air and swung out at your face just after you heard the door open.
“Y/N!” You heard a familiar voice call.
You held your face in your hands as you slumped to the floor.
“B/N! Get out right now and start running before the cops find you!” The voice yelled after your now ex-boyfriend.
By now you realized it was your best friend, Madison.
“Y/N are you okay? What happened?” Madison asked, crouching down to you.
Your face stung from the impact of an open palm.
“Is he gone?” You muttered from behind your hands.
Madison rubbed your back reassuringly.
“He’s gone.”
You lifted your head and wiped your eyes vigorously. You straightened out your shirt and stood up with an overly strong aura.
You sniffed once. “Well let’s go then!”
Madison stared at you confused.
You grabbed her wrist and pulled her to your room. “We are going out!” You told her.
“Out to find him or-”
“Out. Clubbing out. Get dressed.”
-
The music pounded through your ears like an old tribal drum as you sat at a small table on the side wall of the club. The table was covered in carved names of ex lovers and horny hook ups. You ran your fingers over the marks feelings the texture on your skin as your mind fluttered with ragging thoughts of your ex boyfriend.
“You came here to get your mind off him! Stand up lets go dance!” Madison ushered you out of your chair.
Once on the dance floor you couldn’t help but move your body to the beat. You watched the other sweaty body’s press close together in dance. Girls with short dresses and higher heels. Boys with lustful looks and grabby hands. To be honest, the sight of everyone disgusted you.
“Hey Maddie, I’m gonna get a drink.” You yelled over the powerful music.
She nodded, focused on a cute boy beside her.
Puddles of alcohol pooled ontop of the bar counter. Small amounts of people stood around while the bartender served shots and bottles.
“Couple shots of vodka.” You ordered.
The bartender nodded his head and began pouring.
After about a couple of shots you decided it was time to find Maddie again. Your eyes scanned the crowd for her red hair and emerald coloured dress.
“Oh shit.” You muttered to yourself when your eyes landed on a handsome man with mint coloured hair. His face was soft but carved in all the ways that made your heart skip a beat.
Your eyes devoured his face that lit up in the harsh dance floor lights.
“Y/N!” You heard someone yell.
You snapped into reality, realizing it was Madison.
“What the fuck are you looking at? I’ve been trying to get your attention for the past 3 minutes!” She said, shaking your shoulders.
“Oh yeah… Sorry.” You muttered.
You never dropped your gaze from the handsome man across the room.
Finally Madison caught onto your staring and followed your line of sight.
“Fucking shit!” She hollered in an impressed tone. “Go get it!”
Your cheeks flushed pink. “What. No Madison your stupid I wasn’t looking at him.” You tried to convince her.
Madison rolled her eyes and grabbed your wrist, hauling you over to the mint haired man.
“Text me later tonight.” Madison whispered and with one final move, she shoved you right into him.
“Oh shit I’m so sorry.” You spilled, realizing you had knocked over his drink.
He smiled and helped you up. “No worries, princess.” He said in a warm, safe-feeling voice.
PRINCESS?? Only a few people knew how much being called princess turned you on.
“I’ll buy you another one!” You stuttered, grabbing some napkins from the counter.
The man pushed a stray hair behind your ears. “Listen, it’s alright. Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
His calm voice and soft touch made you melt in front of him. You wanted to fall into his chest and have him call you princess one hundred more times.
“Okay.” You let out a small smile.
He took your hand and led you to one of the private bathrooms near the back. Once the door was shut, the music was quiet and muffled. The man grabbed a small towel from the corner of the granite counter top and began patting away at your dress.
“Yoongi.” He said suddenly, looking up from working on your dress.
“Oh…” Your ears registered the name and it sang through your head. “Thank you, Yoongi.”
He smiled and continued to work on removing the spilt alcohol from your dress.
A couple of minutes of later, nothing seemed to have changed and the stains still remained.
“It’s no use.” You said, straightening out your dress. “I’ll just go home.”
“I can dri-” Yoongi began to speak.
“Madison can drive me.” You whispered.
You didn’t know why you felt like you were bothering him. His gentleness made you feel welcome, but yet you pushed him away.
The glow in his eyes suddenly went away at your abrupt response and you could feel his loving aura dim slightly.
“I’ll help you find her. Make sure you are safe.” He spoke.
‘Even after I try to say no and get away from such a loving guy, he still is being sweet. Fuck him’ you thought to yourself.
The both of you walked out of the room together and the pounding sound of music returned. Once again, your eyes scanned for Madison.
“I’ll phone her.” You suggested after a minute or so of searching.
You pulled your phone out of your purse, only to see a couple of text from Madison herself.
‘Lol I left with this HOT GUY SEE YOU TOMORROW xx’
“Great.” You mumbled.
Yoongi’s hand once again brushed a stray hair from your face.
“Everything alright, princess?” He asked.
'Fuck you for being so damn hot and nice you son of a-’
“She left.” You said, cutting off your train of thought.
“I can take you home.” He suggested.
Home. Your mind flushed with thoughts of your ex. You both lived at 'home’.
“Can I… Come home with you?” You whispered.
“Of course.” He said, letting out a gentle laugh.
-
The water was warm on your cold and tired body and you loved it.
“Are you almost done, darling. I made you tea.” Yoongi said in a melodic voice.
“Oh yeah sorry.” You said, turning off the shower.
“There is a towel and fresh clothes on the counter. I’ll be right outside.”
Once the door closed you stepped out of the shower and dried of with the fluffy white towel. The heated floor felt like it was hugging your achy feet. Yoongi had left a baggy grey t-shirt and some basketball shorts. The fabric was welcoming.
You stepped out of the bathroom after putting the clothes on and drying your hair. Yoongi was lying in the bed, staring intently at his phone. You stood frozen infront of the bathroom door waiting for him to notice you.
“Yoongi.” You whispered.
He looked up at you like a grandpa looks up through his spectacles.
“Feeling better, princess?” He asked.
You nodded your head, not knowing wether to thank him profusely or to apologize for making him take you home.
The temperature of the room was much colder than the bathroom and you hadn’t even noticed that you had began to form goose bumps all over your arms and legs. You looked around for a blanket to wrap yourself in.
“You can sleep in my bed tonight.” Yoongi said, hoping out of the bed with a blanket in his hands.
He wrapped the blanket around your shoulders and guided you to the bed.
The satin sheets and squishy texture of the bed made you instantly more tired. A yawn left your lips, making Yoongi laugh.
“I’ll get your tea before you drift off to sleep, darling.”
He planted a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room. His lips, much like the sheets, were soft and satin like. Their touch was delicate and soothing, unlike your exs lips. Rough and cold, always bitter like kissing a scaly reptile. The way your ex talked to you was opposite of how Yoongi did. Yoongi called you princess were as your ex called you bitch. You turned your head towards the mirror on the wall close to the bed and saw the red mark of impact that you covered earlier with concealer.
Tears began to weal in your eyes as you recalled all the abuse you went through.
“I hope you don’t mind Earl Grey. It’s all I drink.” Yoongi chimed in, opening the bedroom door.
You quickly dried your eyes, hoping he didn’t see the dry wicked pain in your heart.
“I don’t mind.” You sat up on the bed and crossed your legs beneath you.
He handed you the warm mug and you both drank in silence till you reached the bottom of the cup.
You placed it on the bed side table and curled into the large bed.
“Time for bed?” Yoongi whispered.
You nodded again.
He stood up from his chair and tucked the covers around you before planting one last kiss on your temple.
“Goodnight prince-”
“Yoongi?” You interrupted.
“Yes darling?”
“Can you…” You were too embarrassed to finish your though.
“Can I?” He ushered you to go on.
You scooted to the other side of the bed, giving him enough room to sleep beside you.
“Is that was you want?” He cooed.
“Yes…” You whispered.
He climbed into bed beside you and you didn’t hesitate to curl you body against his protective frame. His strong arms wrapped around you as he buried his face into your hair, taking in the scent of shampoo.
The feeling of love rushed over you just then, making you panic. Your breath hitched in your throat and you began to press away from Yoongi.
“I’m sorry.” You mumbled to him.
He sat up beside you and placed a hand on your knee.
“It’s okay Y/N.” He reassured you. “What’s wrong.”
You didn’t want to tell him what went on earlier but it was the only way to explain why you were acting so strange.
You began to lay your story infront of him and he nodded in comprehension.
“So you’ve never felt… Love.” He breathed, gazing into your eyes.
You shook your head. “I don’t want you to feel bad I-”
“Shh.” Yoongi took you into his arms. “Don’t be sorry.” He told you.
You rested your head on his chest listening to his heart for a few moments before he spoke up again.
“Can I show you the two ways I love?” He whispered into your ear. “You can tell me when to stop.”
You looked up at him confused but finally agreed.
Yoongi placed his strong hand on your inner thigh, making you lick your lips in anticipation. He continued slowly down to your heat, placing one finger on your clit. He began trailing it up and down over your clothed slit.
“Yoongi please.” You whispered. “More.”
He looked deeply into your eyes.
“Yoongi?” He questioned.
“That’s your na-”
“You are gonna call me daddy. Is that understood, princess?” He hissed.
“Yes daddy.” You replied.
He hummed lowly at the sound of you calling him daddy and he pushes you onto your back, him now inbetween your legs.
“You are gonna stay quiet during this process.” Yoongi spoke before pulling your shorts off with your underwear.
He lets out a cold breath onto your womanhood, making your legs shudder. His tongue tracing the outsides of your slit, teasing you.
“Daddy.” You begged.
“I want you to beg so quietly my heart melts. Make me fall for your ways, babygirl.” Yoongi spoke close to your entrance, again making you tense up.
“Please Daddy.” You breathed softly.
Your hand traveled you your mouth and you lightly started sucking and biting on your finger in a seductive way. “Make me feel good.” You moaned in a cute voice.
“God you’re good.” He smirked.
Yoongi ran a thick stripe up between your legs, continuing that a few more times before he began sucking on your clit. Waves of pleasure grew up your spine and you began shaking under his motion.
“Do you like this, princess?” He asked, his words vibrating against you.
All you could do was let out a small moan.
Just then he stopped. You let out a whine, reaching down the grab his head. You look up and found Yoongi standing infront of the bed.
“Get on your knees. Daddy needs to use your mouth.”
You got on your knees before him, surprised at how quickly you were submitting yourself to him after just meeting.
Yoongi unbuckles his pants and you anxiously pull them down for him. You began rubbing his hard member through his boxers slowly as his hand found his way to your hair, running his fingers through it. You played with the lining of his boxers before inching them off at an agonizing speed.
“Wow.” You mumbled under your breath at the sight of his cock.
Yoongi’s hand tightened in your hair as he yanked it back.
“Show daddy how much you want him.” He hissed.
His other hand was brought up to your mouth and he stuck his thumb against your tongue.
“Use that mouth for something useful.”
The dirty words he spoke ran off his tongue like velvet and took you captive.
You could feel yourself aching, wanting him between your legs again.
He crouched down to your kneeling level, thumb still in your mouth, as he looked lustfully into your eyes.
“And when I say take it all.” He whispered, as be pressed his thumb deeper into your mouth. “You take it all. Understood?”
You nodded your head.
“Your being a good girl for daddy.” Yoongi stood back up. “Now suck.”
You took his length into your mouth, rolling your tongue over his tip. His head shot back every time you did so, a mutter of curses and deep groans left his wet lips.
You bobbed your head up and down faster and faster with each moment.
“Deeper. Take it all. ” He mumbled.
You took him a little deeper, running your tongue on the underside of his length.
He wrapped your hair around his wrist and pulled back, looking deeply into your eyes again.
He shook his head. “Pathetic.” He whispered.
You pouted. “Give me another chance daddy please.”
You pulled your head against grip, trying to get another chance but his hold just tightened.
“I’m gonna show you how to please daddy the right way.” He spat.
Both of his fist grabbed at your hair as he lowered you into his cock. His hands held you in place as he began fucking into your mouth.
“Good girl.” He moaned, keeping his eye contact with you.
His stare burned into you and tears began to prick at your eyes from gagging. His member continued to violently pound into your throat.
“I love watching your mouth being fucked. Your so sloppy, princess.” Yoongi pulled his member out of your mouth without cumming and leaned down to kiss your forehead.
You giggled and whipped your tears away from your eyes.
“Now it’s time to show you how I’m gonna love my baby girl.” He cooed. “Take off the rest of your clothes slowly and get on the bed.”
You did as your were told and began to pull off his grey tshirt. He watched you intently while grabbing something from under the bed. You heart raced in anticipation.
Once you were naked you sat kneeling down.
“Close your eyes.” Yoongi said.
You closed your eyes and felt the bed sink slightly when Yoongi got on. You felt something slip over your head and onto you eyes.
“Open.”
You opened your eyes and saw nothing but black.
“Yoo- Daddy?” You mumbled in a slightly scared voice.
“It’s okay darling.” He assured you.
You then felt his soft lips grace yours and all panic was gone. “I’ve got you. Lie down.” Yoongi spoke.
The satin sheets had a different feeling on your naked body but seemed to accept you in a comfortable way all the same.
Yoongi lifted your hands above your head just before you heard the tightening of handcuffs.
Your breath began to speed up and your mind began to race with all the possibilities of horror.
“Hey Y/N. Listen baby.” Yoongi removed the blindfold from your eyes and looked down at your lovingly.
“If you want to stop we can. I told you. You can stop anytime you want.”
He rubbed his thumb over your cheek and your lust for him grew.
He was demanding, rough, sexy, but loving all the same.
“Daddy?” You purred.
“Hmm.”
You changed your expression drastically and channeled all your lust to your words.
“Fuck me. Now.” You growled.
Yoongi smirked.
“Ahh. Such a little slut for daddy.”
He took your nipple between his fingers and pinched it harshly before returning the blindfold to your eyes.
His hands grabbed your thighs harshly and pushed them apart. You could feel his tip resting at your entrance.
All you could do was moan when you felt him finally enter you. The feeling of him inside you made your body buzz.
His thrusts were slow as you got used to him.
“Are you gonna take it all this time, princess?” Yoongi questioned.
Having your eyes covered heightened all your other senses and his words sent arrows of pleasure to your entrance.
“Yes daddy please just fuck me.” You begged.
Yoongi’s hand found your throat before finally pounding deeply into you. The sound of your scream was lightened by the hold on your neck.
“Not too loud now baby. I’ve got a housemate.” He warned, pulling out slowly.
He removed his grip and pounded back in, seeing how vocal you would get without his restriction. You bit your lip and moaned sharply before he began pulling out slowly again. The pace of this was agonizing.
“And you didn’t invite him to join? What a shame.” You retorted.
Yoongi let out a small chuckle. “Your playing a dangerous game, princess. Just let me fuck you then we can negotiate.”
You couldn’t get another word in before he began thrusting faster and deeper. The pleasure made your eyes rollback into your head and arch your back.
“You like that baby?” Yoongi moaned as he continued curling up into your g-spot.
You turned your neck and bit down on your shoulder to keep from screaming loudly in ecstasy.
Yours and Yoongis moans filled the room melodically and you felt your orgasm building.
“Daddy I’m gonna-”
“Be a good girl and cum with daddy.” Yoongi growled.
Your body tightened around him as you climaxed. The feeling of him spilling inside you made your body shake gratefully.
“Thank you daddy.” You panted, trying to catch your breath.
Yoongi thrusted slowly a few more times before pulling out of you and planting a kiss on your lips.
“You are daddy’s Favourite little princess.” He praised.
He undid the handcuffs and removed the blindfold, tossing them to the side.
Once again you cuddled into the soft bed sheets and awaited him to join you.
His warm sweaty body pressed against yours as he wrapped his arms around you. The feeling of two sticky fucked out bodies didn’t bother you to be honest. It was the first time you had felt honestly loved.
“Can I make you pancakes in the morning, darling?” He whispered into your ear, planting a soft kiss on your neck.
“Yes please.” You mumbled, sleep riding over you.
You began to close your eyes ready to fall asleep in his arms before remembering.
“Oh but daddy?” You interjected.
“Yes?”
“Can we talk about that negotiation now?”

~Admin Bangtan-Savage

Okay, we all need to have a little chit chat here.

I am literally so sick of checking my inbox or seeing it in comments on the effyourbeautystandards page on Instagram or seeing people just bashing other people because someone has joined and is participating in the body positive movement but they’re not doing it the way this person thinks is the right way to do it. So let’s just get something straight here.

You can lose weight and still be body positive.

You can wear makeup, dye your hair, get plastic surgery, or do whatever the fuck you want with your body and be body positive.

You can dislike or be uncomfortable with showing off a certain part of your body and still be body positive.

You can have bad self image days and still be body positive.

You can dislike parts of your body and still be body positive.

THERE IS NO RIGHT OR WRONG WAY TO HAVE OR LOVE YOUR BODY.

Nobody loves 100% of themselves and everybody has insecurities. And let me just say that from experience, being pestered about that certain part of yourself that you dislike over and over again, makes it a million times harder to try and love it. So how about in 2016, we all sit down, take a chill pill, and focus on ourselves instead of worrying about what everyone else is doing. Body positivity is not a race or a competition, everybody is on their own journey at their own pace and it’s not for you to decide whether or not that path/speed is right for them. Encouraging over criticizing 2k16. K? K. Glad we had this talk.