extra few pounds

one of my favorite simon headcanons is his lil pudgy belly, like we know that at the beginning of the school year he’s all skinny and drawn out but a year or two after watford, baz has been taking damn good care of his boy, and you can’t eat all those scones without a price. and maybe he’s a lil self conscious bc come on, baz is built af, that’s not even a question, and baz will just poke him in his squishy tummy and kiss it and tell him how beautiful he is and how stupid it is to think that a few extra pounds could make him any less beautiful. simon will blush because yeah, maybe he’s gained a few pounds (or a lot of pounds) and maybe he’s not as fit as he could be and maybe he doesn’t look like a cover model and maybe has a muffin top when he wears skinny jeans and in tight t-shirts u can see his lil tummy pooch but baz still loves him and that’s what counts, right? jeez I just have so many feelings

In the end you’re going to be okay. Everything will always end up okay.. The friends you grow apart from will come back around.. and you’ll smoke weed at the beach listening to throw backs reminiscing on high school memories and you’ll forget there was ever a distant patch in your friendship. The exes who broke your heart will end up coming back around and you won’t even have the desire to give them the time of day. You’ll probably actually be disgusted with yourself for ever shedding a tear over someone so not worth it. Your parents will stop nagging you about the littlest things and give you your space and the freedom to be who you’re destined to be. Your grades will probably never not suck but you’ll find the job of your dreams anyway. The extra few pounds that you’ll gain from drinking all summer long, every single summer, will be shredded by the winter. Someone will fall in love with you deeper than you’ve ever learned to love your own self and they will promise you silly things like - forever and infinity - and you’ll believe them. They’ll make you forget about the hurt. and you’ll kiss them. you’ll lay by their side and stare at the sky and kiss them as hard as possible thinking to yourself, finally.. for once.. everything’s okay.
—  Reyna Biddy
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“And I’ll take-” you paused for a moment to think what you would order. You and Dean were out at a cafe-dinner at the corner, next to the motel you were staying at,  and were about to eat something. Sam hadn’t joined you, opting instead for research.

“-the same but just make it one piece of pie and more potatoes.” you said handing her the menu.

You heard her scoff and frowned. You thought that it was because she tried to catch Dean’s attention and he didn’t even-so-glance at her but then you realized it was about you.

“You really sure about that? I mean, hot stuff over here clearly has no problem but you honey should really pay some attention to what you eat. You know some workout could help too?” she said looking down at you.

You looked down at yourself, feeling the tears well up. You always knew how you looked. Sure you had a few extra pounds but nothing too much. They were part of yourself and even though you would be pleased to get rid of them you still tried to embrace them as part of yourself. Because they made you… you. 

You were not going to deny, though, that you felt self conscious about your appearance. Especially now that a girl clearly much thinner and more beautiful, in your opinion, that you pointed it out in front of Dean. The man that you were in love with for so long but never were able to express your feelings because you thought that you were not good enough. 

The waitress pointing it out proved to the point.

“I mean with a lot of work maybe someone would take an interest in you, if you’re lucky that is; cause really-” she started speaking again only to be cut off by Dean himself.

“It ain’t her that will be lucky but the guy. And I can tell you for sure, sweetheart-” he spit out the word like it was venom “-there is no if to that. She already has me and I am proud to call her my girlfriend. Cause you know what? This woman is and has many more things than you ever will. Decency for example, word I believe unknown to you.” he looked her up and down with an almost disgusted look “So do us a favor and rid us of your presence before I lose my appetite completely, by having to put up with you and your looks anymore” he all-but-growled at her and then turned his head to look at you.

You heard her scoff at him and mumble curses under her breath before she turned to leave.

“What?” Dean asked, seeing the look on your face.

“Did you- did you mean all of that?” you managed to say in a low voice.

“Well, yeah, obviously. Look, you know I ain’t a man of words but believe me when I say that that bitch or any other like her does not stand a chance in front of you. You could easily have any man running after you any minute you want to, don’t doubt about it sweet-cheeks” he ended up grinning when he saw the smile on your face. He winked at you and you giggled, looking down at your hands as the heat rose in your cheeks.

You looked down at your hands for a few more seconds and then at the food as another waitress brought it to you and Dean. You were about to start eating when realization downed on you.

“Hey” you said softly and Dean looked up at you “Did you- did you call me your girlfriend?” you said in almost disbelief.

Dean merely smiled and shrugged, taking a sip of his beer.

“I mean, Sammy’s not here and we finally have some time to ourselves finally. So… might as well call it a date, huh?” he winked at you with a smirk and your eyes widened.

A smile spreading on your lips.

[Request by  onlygodcanjudgeme-sh ]

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I’m so confused. Why was my good morning back greeted with that response? Also his profile says he is carrying a “few extra pounds”. That’s him on the right. What??

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Name: Madison ( everyone calls me Madi c: )
Age: 16
Little age: undetermined
Looking for: Daddy/Mommy
Poly or Mono: Not sure
Gender/pronouns: she/her
Area you live in: Louisiana
Interests: I love all art, I love to draw, sing and paint. I also love to watch animated movies and criminal shows (like criminal minds!!!), cuddles, hugging all the cute things
Description of what I’m looking for: Someone who will love and care for me, and will be there for me when I need them to be. Someone loving but strict when needed.
Extras: I have self confidence issues because of my few extra pounds, and I’m kind of clingy because it scares me when I feel alone. I’m really shy at first but once I’m comfortable I can get pretty crazy. I’m also really loving to those close to me and would do anything for them.
Ways of contact: Kik- Madi_Buggg and Tumblr

The women I have found most beautiful are not women I want to look like, but women of God whom I wish to be like as they love, serve, follow, and live completely given to Jesus Christ.  That beauty not only won’t fade away, but, when it is daily cultivated in the presence and pursuit of Jesus, only grows more and more beautiful.  And nothing—not even sweat, dirt, split-ends, old clothes, or a few extra pounds can dull its radiance.
—  Beautiful To Him

As of late,
I have been finding myself looking at mirrors more,
Taking an extra second to stare at my face,
My forest bark eyes, my ragged nose, my rounded cheeks,
I smile and take in the shape of my teeth,
The chip on my front tooth.

As of late,
I have been staring at myself more in reflections
On rearviews, in windows, on my phone screen
And maybe it has something to do with the weight I’ve lost
Or the extra helpings of salads I have been having,
But maybe the extra second I linger
With my stare, the double-take I do,
Has more to do with the fact that
I see myself for the first time, growing out of the shell
Of a boy that hated his own body.

When I was young I used to pray five times a day
But never worshipped at the temple I lived in
Even now if I hadn’t
Shed those few extra pounds
I think I would still be excited to get out of the shower
And see myself naked
In awe of how happily I have finally grown into my own skin,
A soft expanse of cinnamon,
Warm loam from which the most vibrant flowers can bloom.

Forget the magazines and silver screens
Every website offering the next tip to get slim quick
Or the stupid kids with their jabs and quips,
Pound for pound you are the most radiant creature
To have set foot upon this Earth.
Your shape, your contour, so geometrically unique
There is a plane in which nothing but you exist in.

Order that with extra fries,
Have one more slice of cake,
Take that selfie already,
You are beautiful.

— 

“Take The Selfie, You Are Beautiful” - Nishat Ahmed

I think I’m going to have a lot more poems coming soon about body issues and loving yourself because I have hated my flesh and my skin for two decades too long and I think it’s about time we all started to love ourselves recklessly. 

No matter your appearance, never forget that you are so beautiful.

Cas loves baking pies for Dean. He never gets tired of it. He puts his very heart and soul into the process. 

Sam often jokes that he’s gonna make his brother fat and round like a ball, that one day Dean won’t be able to go through a door without pushing him from behind. 

Castiel just smiles at the brothers’ bickering and their traditional “bitch” and “jerk” remarks, while he keeps slicing apples.  

It does not matter if Dean gains a few extra pounds, he loves him anyway.  And will always love the man he fell for. 

Cocky lad doesn’t realise that when he’s not flexing in the mirror his hot bod has obtained quite a few extra pounds of flab that now sit and jiggle off it. Nice little underbelly roll of jiggle forming and lovehandles blossoming. He’s ignoring the fact that his skinny jeans don’t fit and that his shorts are pulling against his arse. Or that when he sits down he has a proper little ball belly being formed overhanging the shorts. Even his pecs have gotten pretty soft, he gave up sports for partying. And his waistline is starting to show it.

How fucking disgusting it is that fatphobia is so prevalent in this country that there are people who would rather kill themselves with malnourishment than eat a big meal.

There are young girls and boys who would rather skip all the meals in their day than gain a few extra pounds.

There are fat people who have ATTEMPTED SUICIDE because of the things people say to them.

And yall really out here tryna act like there ain’t no damn problem. There’s a HUGE FUCKING problem.

Gate C22

by Ellen Bass

At gate C22 in the Portland airport
a man in a broad-band leather hat kissed
a woman arriving from Orange County.
They kissed and kissed and kissed. Long after
the other passengers clicked the handles of their carry-ons
and wheeled briskly toward short-term parking,
the couple stood there, arms wrapped around each other
like he’d just staggered off the boat at Ellis Island,
like she’d been released at last from ICU, snapped
out of a coma, survived bone cancer, made it down
from Annapurna in only the clothes she was wearing.

Neither of them was young. His beard was gray.
She carried a few extra pounds you could imagine
her saying she had to lose. But they kissed lavish
kisses like the ocean in the early morning,
the way it gathers and swells, sucking
each rock under, swallowing it
again and again. We were all watching —
passengers waiting for the delayed flight
to San Jose, the stewardesses, the pilots,
the aproned woman icing Cinnabons, the man selling
sunglasses. We couldn’t look away. We could
taste the kisses crushed in our mouths.

But the best part was his face. When he drew back
and looked at her, his smile soft with wonder, almost
as though he were a mother still open from giving birth,
as your mother must have looked at you, no matter
what happened after — if she beat you or left you or
you’re lonely now — you once lay there, the vernix
not yet wiped off, and someone gazed at you
as if you were the first sunrise seen from the Earth.
The whole wing of the airport hushed,
all of us trying to slip into that woman’s middle-aged body,
her plaid Bermuda shorts, sleeveless blouse, glasses,
little gold hoop earrings, tilting our heads up.

Damn this beefy boy is getting pretty thick, packing quite a few extra pounds onto his softening waistline. College diet and lifestyle has seen this athlete get increasingly soft and flabby over the year and seen his athletic ability drop while his weight piles up.

Damn look at that bellybutton, its thick and deep as. This skinny looking kid is hiding a decently thick belly under that shirt and is not ashamed to show off his recently expanded pudge. Looks like an ex fit boy packing on a few extra pounds on the off season.

Well, well, well, ladies and gents, I cannot believe that I’m saying this, but did we just have another good day? Hm…
Hamlet rehearsal pictures FINALLY! WORK related news always makes us happy! Is that a tiny (teeny-tiny) spark in the eyes I noticed in those pictures? A few extra pounds piled on? Hm…
Bonus scruffy BC supporting Loo on her opening night of Constellations - great! (Although announced, SH did not attend – on pillow watch I guess). That takes me back…reminds me of the good old days. PR, have another piece of cookie! No * slaps on PR’s hand  * don’t take the whole packet! No, no, no, we’re not quite there yet! The whole packet will be hard to earn. As Wiki said, some fucks are rumbling here and there… observe, take notes and learn. BC that’s for you too! Furthest away you are from the Sham, the better - obvious…since last November!

I don’t want to get too optimistic (surely there’s more fuckery to come), but we have another win here, I think.