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Reasons why Yakumo is not Shinnosuke's Father

Ok so looking through the tag I can see that I’m not the only one angry about this which is a good thing, but also others are really into it which I just don’t get. Honestly, a potential plot point has never irked me this much, so here’s an overlong rant about all the reasons why I hate this theory so much. And I hate it a lot.

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Loki (speed drawing)
Tom Hiddleston as Loki! Drawn with graphite pencils. You can find me: joanna-vu.deviantart.com. Music from the Thor 2 movie, by Brian Tyler.

I really like this video by Joanna Vu for several reasons. Firstly, she obviously practices a lot and cares about her work, and is very good at what she does. Secondly, I want people to look at how ‘not good’ the drawing looks at certain points in the video, like in the initial blocking stage, and in the stages where she deepens the shading in bold manners. I feel like this is something that a lot of new artists or artists who think they aren’t good, stumble over. 

Just because something looks bad /at some point/, doesn’t mean the result is going to be bad in the end, so you have to push through to the next point. This requires trust of your initial vision…and having the vision in the first place. Many times when I am sewing, in particular, something will just not look very good at all. But I’ve learned to trust myself and keep going unless I’ve done something like…made it not fit at all. 

(In which Reyna has no idea that she could possibly be gay, and takes a while to figure it out)

  • Every time the hunters stay at Camp Jupiter, Thalia always insists on training with Reyna
  • Reyna is usually cool-headed and collected but always gets really flustered around her
  • The other hunters always wink at Thalia and give her a nudge and Reyna can’t help but feel like they’re talking about her
  • Thalia constantly flirts with her and finds it adorable how oblivious Reyna is
  • Every time Reyna needs to make an announcement to the whole camp, she has to avoid looking at Thalia in the crowd or she forgets what she’s saying
  • She tries talking to Jason about it and it’s awkward
  • ‘Why is your sister so..I don’t know. Intimidating? But, like, in a good way…’
  • Jason goes kind of pale and pretends he needs to ‘talk to Piper about something really important’ because he can’t breathe from holding back laughter
  • Reyna going to literally everyone and asking them about Thalia because seriously, does no one else get this really weird feeling when they’re around her?
  • Everybody except Reyna knows that she totally has a crush on Thalia
  • ‘Just let her figure it out in her own time, okay?’
  • Eventually Nico sits her down and is like….look…
  • Reyna has training with Thalia the next day and can’t even look at her without melting from embarrassment
  • Oh my gods was it really that obvious?’
  • She tries to admit her feelings to Thalia and expects her to be really grossed out or disturbed but she just smirks and says ‘well it took you long enough’ before pulling her in closer and kissing her.

believe me, i love that there’s so much transboy positivity on this website. really, i do. it makes me feel pretty good about myself, bc who doesn’t want posts telling them how cute they are? right?

the thing about it is, these posts infantilize us. they describe us in baby words, “squishy,” “cute,” “lil baby boys,” and it’s… well, it’s a bit insulting. since transboys are naturally a bit more feminine-looking than cisboys, those “compliments” play off of that. they diminish us to little more than these cute little girly boys that, hey, i can compliment them and get tumblr cred at the same time!

so, idk. hopefully it’s not just me who’s bothered by this, bc tbh it’s fairly creepy. in conclusion:

stop infantilizing transboys. (:

it’s ok for your first sketch to look like shit 2.0

i’m back with more for you to laugh at! I’ve been cleaning up files and found that I had a separate fils of the sketches for the thing i did for the HS calendar

Hooo boi look at this mess lmao. Do something like this to just get a really vague idea so you have something to look at and work from, especially if you have trouble visualising! Don’t spend any more than like 2 minutes on this, you shouldn’t feel any pressure to make it look good!

Ok now block things out a bit more, it’s fine if it’s still shitty, these are supposed to be quick. The focus of this bit is to think about composition and how everything works together, again don’t  worry about it looking good and only spend a few minutes on it.

Composition notes are useful too, mark out the flow of where you eye is lead around the picture, you want it to stay away from corners and join back up with itself ideally, esp if there’s more than one thing to focus on in the image.

Now you can spend a bit more time redrawing everything , don’t use the past sketches as a base, use those as a reference for where everything goes and redraw it nicely by taking your time on this one.

And then clean it up with another sketch or clean that one up  where needed!

It really doesn’t matter how shitty your first sketch is, as long as you can get the idea down you can improve and refine it.
This works really well if you get scared of drawing or freeze up, do some doodles that you can laugh at, as long as you’re getting the overall idea down you have something to work from rather than struggling to pull everything straight out of your ass perfectly first time.

please embrace the shitty sketches ty

What about/why the Venus signs love you

Aries: “I love how you make everything so exciting.”

Taurus: “I love how stable and level-headed you are.”

Gemini: “I love how we can talk about the dumbest shit and yet still be so entertained.”

Cancer: “I love how home is wherever with you.”

Leo: “I love how good we look together.”

Virgo: “I love how detail-oriented you are.”

Libra: “I love you for you complete me.”

Scorpio: “I love how you shake the roots of my dark soul.”

Sagittarius: “I love how every day with you feels like an adventure.”

Capricorn: “I love how I can rely on you for anything.”

Aquarius: “I love you, for you remind me that everyone really is special.”

Pisces: “I love how every night I can sleep calmly as you fill my dreams.”

two years ago today i decided i was sick and tired of looking and feeling like a giant bloated walrus so i decided i had to change. i was just shy of 300 pounds. i couldn’t walk up the stairs without getting out of breath. the thought of exercising made me want to cry. i would eat 2-3 large plates of just pasta in one sitting and had zero idea about nutrition or anything. i’d constantly be made fun of, none of my clothes fit, i couldn’t dress the way i wanted to, and i just really really hated the way i looked and felt. 

since then, i joined the gym, and learned to love it. the gym is now what i’d consider my happy place. i love exercising. i love lifting weights, i love doing blogilates videos, i love swimming, hell, i’ve even learned to love cardio. i’ve learned what foods make my body feel good, and how to eat so i can still have treats and yummy things as well as healthy foods that make me feel great inside and out! i’ve lost 60+ pounds (it’s probably more around 70 lbs now, but i can never remember to weigh myself), lost 10+ inches all around, i can wear a size 14-16 now instead of an 18 (at one point i even had to wear a size 20 pair of jeans). i can wear the clothes i want to. i can lift things that weigh more than 2 pounds and i actually enjoy it!!! 

even though i still have “fat” moments and feel gross about myself, and moments where i still think i’m the size of the first picture, i think about how far i’ve truly come in only 2 years, and i realize that i’ve never felt so good about myself??? i still have a long ways to go to reach all my end goals, but i’m actually excited and hopeful about that now rather than feeling like i was going to be a 300 pound lardo for the rest of my life!!! 

if you’ve been thinking about taking the first steps to change your life and get healthier, whether it be losing weight, gaining weight, gaining muscle, or eating healthier, take this as a sign!!! start now!! JUST DO IT! your body will thank you, YOU will thank you.

Horizontal Bun

Today’s new hairstyle, the Horizontal Bun, is something that I came up with recently that I have really come to enjoy.  It’s not that often that I come across low buns that I feel good wearing so looks like this are quite new to me.  What I like most about this bun is that it is low, but not particularly heavy.  I also love how this can be worn very clean, but also looks good messy.

Materials:

1) Brush

2) Two Large Hair Ties

3) Two Small Hair Ties

4) Bobby Pins

Procedure:

1) Start by brushing out your hair.

2) Split your hair in half by creating a middle part all the way down your head.

3) Use the large hair ties to create two pigtails at the middle, back of your head.

4) Braid each pigtail and tie off with the small hair elastics.

5) Take the right pigtail and begin creating a figure eight shape by bringing it up and around the left hair tie.

6) Bobby pin into place.

7) Take the remainder of the right ponytail and bring it up and back around the right hair tie.

8) Bobby pin into place.

9) Continue this process until there is no more excess hair.

10) Repeat steps 5-9 with the left braid.  Finalize with hairspray.

Merry Christmas @slightly-awkward-sunshine! I’m your secret santa for @mlsecretsanta! Have some Ladrien fluff!

I looked through your art tag, and I was so impressed. I really wanted to make something worthy of you. Hair is hard and so are clothes, but I tried really hard, I can tell who they are and what they’re doing, so I’m gonna go ahead and call it a win for as good as I can do! ;D

I totally thought I was already following you when I got your url, but apparently not! lol.

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All good comments & articles about Leeteuk replacing Kwanghee on best secret to cooking & how well he hosts

“leeteuk looks more comfortable”
“atmosphere became brighter, the cooks have brighter expressions”
“indeed his visual”
“gives off a real bf feel”
“they keep using close ups now, visuals are important”
“I never cared about him but seeing him, he’s quite charming & really good at hosting" ©

Let Me Show You - Stiles *SMUT*

Song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Em7vc8NWUNY

Word count: 2,571

Request: I was wondering if you could maybe write a smut where the reader is Stiles/Dylans (I don’t really care) best friend since like forever and she’s been in love with with since him for a long time but never told him because she’s not skinny and think he’s way to good for her or something like that.

A/N: I really liked this request and it took me a while to figure out how I wanted to write this. I feel like this is a very important topic to write about, no body should feel ashamed of how they look. Everyone is beautiful inside and out no matter what size or color. We shouldn’t feel the need to change the way we look sue to society’s views or for what other people think or say about us. If we want to change it should be OUR decision to do so cuz WE want to. Anyways, I really hope you enjoy this. And thank you again anon for the request.

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“Oh my god, Skye, hurry up! We’ve been in here for ages,” Stiles groaned from outside the dressing room. I rolled my eyes at his impatience, doesn’t he understand that a girl needs to find the right dress?

“Stiles, I only have two more dresses to try on and if they’re not it I’ll come back tomorrow with Lydia. So, stop you whining.”

I heard him mumble something under his breath before I opened the door and stepped out, “Well?”

He looked at me up and down before shaking his head, “Green is not your color.”

I sighed and went back inside, “Why don’t you chose that blue one that I liked?”

“Stiles you only liked that dress because of the color, the style was horrendous.” I huffed as I struggled to put on this little black dress.

“But, it’s one of the colors of the Mets!”

I opened the door, “Hence the only reason as to why you like it. So, what about this one.”

Stiles’ eyes widened, “Uh, I don’t think so. It’s too short. No way.”

“But I actually like this one.”

“Skye. I don’t want my best friend to wear that to homecoming, all the guys will get the wrong idea.. No.” I could hear the seriousness in his voice, so I let it go.

‘If only you thought of more than just your best friend,’ I thought.

Closing the door, I looked at the last dress I had to try on, ironically Stiles was the one to chose it. After I struggled to get it on, I looked at myself in the mirror and my eyes widened. It was a beautiful ruby red, high-low dress that had silver embroidering in the chest area. The dress actually flattered my curves that I hated and made my legs look fabulous. I was in love.

Holding my breath, I opened the door. Stiles was busy playing Candy Crush on his phone, “Stupid fishes never go where I need them to go.”

“Ahem.”

Stiles looked up and his jaw dropped. “Say something,” I whispered.

“Skye, you look. Wow, um the dress is. Wow,” he scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat. “The dress looks nice on you. That’s definitely the one.”

I frowned ‘nice’? That’s it? Clearing my thoughts, I smiled, “I’m buying it!”

“Thank God!” I rolled my eyes.

Once, I was back in my regular clothes and out of the dressing room, I told Stiles to wait for me outside while I paid. Waiting in line I saw, Tina, the evil bitch from school enter the store followed by her little groupies. When she saw me, an evil smirk graced her face and she came up to me.

“Hey, Skye.”

“What do you want, Tina?”

“Ouch. I just wanted to ask you a question,” she batted her fake eyelashes at me innocently.

“Well, with your low IQ I would understand you’d have many questions in that little brain of yours, so by all means ask away.” I grinned.

Tina glared at me, before smirking again, “Are you sure you’re in the right store?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, I’m pretty sure that there are a lot of plus size stores here at the mall,” her friends snickered. “Did you even try that poor dress on? If you did, I’m surprised it didn’t shred to pieces with all your rolls,” I felt tears begin to prickle my eyes at her words. “Or were you going to just buy it and make a ridicule of yourself at the homecoming? Trust me sweetie, it’ll look a thousand times better on me.”

“Skye, what’s taking so long,” Stiles came to my side and didn’t notice Tina until she spoke.

“Hey Stiles,” she purred at him.

“Uh, hey. Tracy, right?”

“Stiles, let’s just go,” I shoved the dress into Tina’s arms. “Keep it.”

Walking out the store, I could hear Stiles yelling after me. “Skye! Wait up! What happened in there?”

“Nothing Stiles, I just want to go home.”

“But what about-”

“Stiles, just let it go okay! Dammit!” His eyes widened, I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at him. But, Tina’s words kept replaying in my head and I just wanted to bury myself ten feet underground.

We made our way to his jeep in silence and the ride home was awfully awkward. I knew Stiles was worried by the glances he would make my way, but I didn’t dare look his way. Driving into my driveway, I quickly unbuckled and jumped out, “Thanks Stiles.” I walked into the house without looking back.


An hour had passed and my phone was blasting with messages and missed calls from Stiles. Why couldn’t he understand that I didn’t want to talk to anyone? At one point I had to put my phone on vibrate, but even that wasn’t enough. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and answered, “Stiles, I don’t want to talk about it, okay?”

“I’m sorry but do I sound like a Stiles to you?”

My eyes widened, “Oh shit, sorry Lyds, I didn’t know it was you.”

“Obviously,” she sighed. “Skye, what’s wrong? Stiles just called me ten minutes ago, freaking out cause you won’t answer his calls or texts.”

I sighed, besides Stiles, Lydia was my second closest friend and she was the only one who knew my feeling towards Stiles and how I felt about how I looked. “It was Tina.”

“What did that bitch do now?” Her voice sounded deadly quiet. If you think Lydia screaming is scary, then wait till she speaks dangerously low. Laying back on my bed and told her about my whole encounter with Tina.

“SHE SAID WHAT?!” I winced and pulled my phone away from my ear.

“Geez, Lyds. Easy with the banshee screaming, will ya?”

“I can’t believe her! The nerve, just wait till I see her tomorrow-”

“No! Lyds, please don’t, it’ll only make things worse. You know she’s always had it out for me.”

“Yeah and like I always say, it’s because of Stiles,” I groaned, not this again. “She’s always had a crush on him as long as you and Stiles have been best friends. She’s jealous of the attention he gives you and the way he looks at you.”

“Lydia, how many times do I have to tell you? Stiles doesn’t like me, he views me like a little sister and that’s it.”

“But-”

“No, Lydia please just drop it. I’ve had a really long day and I just want to go to bed, okay?”

She sighed, “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Maybe. I kind of snapped at Stiles earlier and don’t want to face him yet. I might skip”

“Skye, you know he’ll forgive you no matter what. But, alright. Goodnight sweetie.”

“Night Lyds. And thank you.”

“Anytime.”


The next day I skipped. I didn’t feel like running into Tina in the hallways and have her laugh at me again. Call me a coward, but she just knows all the right buttons to push and points out every single one of my flaws. And I didn’t want to Stiles to see me like this, a total mess. I was in bed watching Netflix on my laptop, when I heard the doorbell ring. Frowning, I looked at the time and saw it was only twelve.

Making my way to the door, I opened it to see it was Stiles. He was just standing there with his hands behind his back and a sheepish smile on his face, “Hey.”

I felt my lower lip tremble and I threw my arms around his neck, “I’m so sorry.”

His arms went around me and I felt like I was in my safe haven, “Shh, it’s okay. I’m not mad, Lydia told me what happened.”

“Of course she did.”

He pulled back to look at me and smiled, “It’s not her fault, I wouldn’t leave her alone until she told me.”

I laughed, “You’re such an annoying pest, Stilinski.”

Stiles shrugged, “What can I say? It’s my specialty.”

I giggled and noticed he had something in his hand, “What’s in the bag?”

He smirked, “Let’s go upstairs,” grabbing my hand he practically dragged me into my room. “Close your eyes.” Huffing, I did as he said and heard him take something out the bag.

“Open.”

Opening my eyes, the first thing I saw was Stiles looking more nervous than usual, but something red hanging from my closet door caught my eye. Turning my head I gasped, it was the dress.

“Put it on.”

I shook my head, “I can’t Stiles. It doesn’t look good on me.”

“Skye, I said put it on,” his voice was commanding and it was a side of him I rarely saw. It turned me on immensely.

Grabbing the dress, I slowly made my way to the bathroom and changed. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see the same beautiful girl with this dress like yesterday, instead I saw a silly girl with hideous curves and thick legs. The door opened and Stiles came in and stood behind me.

“What do you see,” he rasped in my ear as he held onto my waist.

My throat was dry as I whispered, “Nothing.”

His grip on my waist tightened, “Do you know what I see? I see a beautiful girl who doesn’t know just how much of a goddess she is.”

I scoffed, “A goddess? Stiles, are you blind? I’m no goddess. I’m not petite or perfect like Lydia. I’m not flawlessly beautiful like Alisson. I’m not cute like Kira. And I’m not exotic like Malia with legs that go on for days. I have scar on my body from all the battles we’ve been through. I have awful curves.”

Stiles abruptly turned me around so I was facing him, “You’re right, you’re nothing like them.” I looked down, but he gripped my chin to make me face him again, “You’re so much more than them. Skye, you’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. My heart stops whenever I look at you, when you smile or laugh I swear the day gets brighter. You’re scars make you a survivor - no a warrior and when you look at them you should feel proud for the battles you’ve won.” My heart began to beat faster and I felt as if I couldn’t breath. “I didn’t want you to wear that black dress, cause of how sexy you looked and I knew you’d be turning heads left and right. And I should’ve told you how flawless you looked in this dress.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as he leaned down to kiss my cheek, “I don’t know why you wear all those unflattering hoodies and hide your sexy body. You’re curves aren’t awful, god they turn me on so much.” His fingers went to the back zipper and he slowly began to pull down.

“Stiles?”

“Let me show you,” he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine, the zipper stopped. “Let me show you how beautiful you really are.” His lips crashed onto mine and I groaned at the feeling. My arms went to the back of his neck and I gripped hard onto his hair.

“That’s right baby, give me everything.”

“Shut up and kiss me,” I panted.

“My pleasure,” he growled before smashing his lips back to mine. His hands slipped from my waist to my ass, groping it hard and making me gasp aloud. Stiles slipped his tongue into my mouth and began to fight with mine for dominance, I quickly gave up and moaned as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I could feel his hard dick poking my side and my poor panties were soaked. Breaking away from his lips for air, he continued to kiss me all over my face; eyes, nose, cheeks, forehead, chin and down my neck. His hands went to the top of the dress and tugged making it pool around my feet and I was left in only my underwear. He pulled away from me and his eyes darkened even more, but I suddenly felt so exposed with my body and scars on display, I tried to cover myself.

Quickly, Stiles grabbed onto my wrists and pulled them to my sides, “Don’t you dare, Skye. Don’t you hide from me.” He reached behind me and unclasped my bra, slowly kissing and sliding the straps down my shoulders. Looking into my eyes, Stiles gently grabbed my left arm and softly kissed at a bite I got from an omega werewolf. I whimpered at how gentle he was being with me and I needed him.

As if reading my mind, Stiles lead me back to my room and laid me on my bed. Hovering over me he began to kiss every inch of my body, he stopped when he reached the stab wound I received on my right side and softly traced it with his fingers. His lips continued their descent all the way to my legs and then back up to where my soaking panties were.

“Mmmm, so wet for me baby?” I bit my lip and groaned in reply as he ripped them off.

The sight of Stiles head on between my legs, made me wetter than I already was. Suddenly his head dipped lower and his tongue was lapping up my pussy juices. “Fuck Stiles!”

“You like that baby? You like my tongue buried in your wet juicy pussy? Fuck you taste delicious.” Stiles began to eat me out like a starved man and I couldn’t get enough of it.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head at the pleasure his sinful tongue was giving me, “Oh, god!” I yelled out and gripped onto the sheets as I came on his tongue.

Breathing hard he kissed me on the lips and I moaned as I tasted myself. Stiles got up and stripped himself of all his clothes, reaching my hand out I gripped his hard dick and began to stroke. But, he stopped me and softly kissed my lips, “This is about you baby, all about you.”

“I need you Stiles, please.”

He climbed back on top of me, “You have me Skye, always have, always will,” and he slowly entered me.

Finally, we were one and the feeling was surreal. Slowly he began to move and we both groaned at the delicious friction being made. “Fuck, Stiles. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Me too baby, me too. God, you’re so tight. So beautiful.” He began to move faster and my legs wrapped themselves around his waist pulling him deeper into me. Stiles began to hit all the right spots and I was seeing stars.

“Stiles!”

“That’s it baby, cum for me. Fuck,” his movements became sloppy and then he became still as he came.

We laid in bed for a while, snuggled up in each other’s arms.

“Stiles?”

“Hmm.”

“Thank you.”

He looked down at me,“For what?”

“For everything. For always being there for me and making me feel special and loved. I love you so much.”

“Skye, I’ll always be here for you. And remember that I will always love you, no matter what.” Stiles leaned down and softly kissed me.

“I just realized something,” I said.

“What?”

“That now I need to go shoe shopping,” I giggled as Stiles groaned and covered his face.

Piece of Art → Jace Wayland [1]

Relationship Goals - Tank

How about we start the tongue, from the waist down?
I'ma beat it up, till you scream for another round.
I’ve been working out baby, feel all this power.
Girl we all alone, let me hear you moan, louder
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warning(s): teasing. mild smut, not really.

Originally posted by jalecsource

“(Y/N), I really do not think you should be going on this date,” Jace sighed, following after you. “it’s just not a good idea, I’m telling you.”

You whipped around, looking up at the taller blonde boy. You give him a smile before raking your fingers through his hair. “And why’s that? I thought you didn’t have feelings for me.” You frowned at him. The two of you were solely a ‘no strings attached’ relationship. The two of you would hookup and pretend like it never happened, though after the few first times, it was confirmed that neither of you wanted feelings involved anyway. And you followed the rules quite well, however Jace didn’t.

“I- I don’t.” The blonde boy dismissed quickly. “It’s just, you’ll be on a date with a mundane and you’ll be around other mundanes. You can’t exactly whip out your stele in the middle of a dark room when there’s a demon attack.” He defended himself.

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The safetypin thing is like a pat on the back for all white ppl who feel guilty and want to be like “uwu I’ll protect u” but they’re really just trying to show themselves off as “look at me being a good person of ally” like it’s not even subtle u go through the tag it’s all white ppl talking about how much of a great person they r for pinning themselves like come on

Things I want to remember in this upcoming college semester:

1.  One less hour of sleep is really not going to kill you. Wake up when your alarm rings and get ready. You signed up for this. You signed up for your 8 ams. You signed up for all of the classes on your schedule. You signed up. Remember that when you look good, it’s impossible not to feel good.

2. You are so fortunate to go to college and learn about the world. So don’t whine about how hard it will get. So many people around the globe wish their main priority was school. You are at the stage in your life where the most important thing for you to do is learn. I know you’d much rather be in bed at 11 pm on a Wednesday, but this is temporary, and most importantly, you can do it.

3. Stop wishing you can go back in time and stop rushing your life. Yesterday is yesterday. Today is today. Tomorrow is tomorrow. Use your past to grow in your present to be ready for the future that awaits you.

4. Other people you meet might not understand you. They might not get that you’d much rather read your textbook and be prepared for class than go out and party. That’s okay. Don’t get swayed by them, but do remember that they just don’t understand.

5. Be prepared. Deep down, you love to be prepared, but sometimes laziness will try to get the best of you. Don’t let it happen. Do your readings. Write your essays. Rewrite your notes. Participate in class.

6. Know your worth. Accept your worth. Recognize your worth. Do not compromise your worth. Remember that when you’re thinking about him, he’s definitely not thinking about you. So stop. Just stop. It isn’t worth it, and you know it. 

7. Make time for the things that matter. You have time to eat healthy. You have time to exercise. You have time to sleep. Do it. You know you always feel so much better after doing these things.

8.  When you’re not feeling good on the inside, figure out why. You always bottle things up because you think ignoring things will make it go away. You know this isn’t true. You are fortunate to have people in your life that want to listen, so speak up when you’re not feeling well.

9.  Accept that you will have almost no free time. For the next 16 weeks, you are learning and growing and changing for the best. You will feel so much more knowledgeable by the end that it will all be worth it.

10. Mediocrity will see itself wilting in your shadow. Do not shrink to console it. Do not look for potential boyfriends here. You won’t find them. None of these boys have the capacity to understand you.  One day, when you’re older, you will find someone just like you that has little regard for emotional games. You will click and you will understand why it was important to wait and grow. Until then, read a good book.  You have greatness in you. Don’t disappoint.
—  wish me luck

This is actually me. @auntielela Sharing my weight loss journey. It’s very hard to put into words how I feel about the pic on the far left. It was taken Christmas 2013. I can not believe I ever looked like that. The middle is April 2016 and the last one is last weekend; so March 2017. 30 pounds gone so far and I hope they never come back. Change of diet, change of attitude…. Toning what I’ve got and hope to wear a bikini in April. Feeling pretty good about the odds of that happening! I guess 50 really is the new 40…