i mean... look at that body!!!!

anonymous asked:

I want to ask your opinion on something and if you don't feel comfortable answering it I completely understand but I was just interested in your opinion! I have three tattoos and I'm also bipolar and have borderline personality disorder. My therapist thinks I use tattoos as a way to self harm. She's says it's a socially acceptable way for me to feel pain. Do you think that tattoos can be used as a way to self harm? Because to be honest I never thought about it until she said something.

I mean, I don’t know anything about therapy, or what kind of words are exchanged by people and their therapists, but DANG someone said that to you? life is scary man. I don’t even know how I could straight faced deal with someone looking at my body and telling me I’m self harming myself in that way.
Is this a common public opinion? Are therapists eyeing me up on the train like, “Damn this girl is marjoyly fucked up.’ 
I guess I don't’ blame people for having this opinion. Tattoos hurt, and every time I get tattooed it hurts more and more and more 
and I swear, there’s SO many tattoo numbing gels are the market, like people are marketing off of how fucking bad tattoos hurt. 
A booming industry of the mi5und3rst0od.
I don’t know. I feel like I really need to separate myself from public opinion in order to be happy being myself again.

So I don’t know if it’s self harm, but when it’s just me and my naked self
it all makes sense.  

anonymous asked:

I believe you made a post once about "sure he's cute but does he lower his gaze". I'm not very educated in Islam, if it all, but did you mean lowering his gaze in respect towards a woman or in lowering his gaze inappropriately? Is the message to make sure he's not only cute but also respectful or making sure he's not only cute but not only lusting/after your body? Also, your blog has shown me the surface beauty of Islam and I hope to pursue it!

Lowering one’s gaze is prescribed for both men and women based on the fact that it protects the heart, keeps it pure from evil thoughts and desires that could eventually lead to haram. Now it does not mean that every look leads to zina, but ever zina has started by one look.

So every female must understand that she is the most respected when a man lowers his gaze in front of her. It means he has a certain hayaa, certain modesty, the essence of this religion. I as an example don’t feel flattered when someone turns around and stares at me shamelessly. They say eyes are the door to the soul, so what about the soul who can’t off their eyes from any random female’s body?

Just as our duty as women to cover ourselves and to lower our gazes, Allah expects men to also cover their awrah and to guard their looks. And this, is a real challenge for some which is why so much more weight is put on this part. There is even a beautiful narration about this matter that I’m sure most of you know:

Narrated ‘Abdullah bin ‘Abbas:Al-Fadl bin 'Abbas rode behind the Prophet as his companion rider on the back portion of his she camel on the Day of Nahr (slaughtering of sacrifice, 10th Dhul-Hijja) and Al-Fadl was a handsome man. The Prophet stopped to give the people verdicts. In the meantime, a beautiful woman From the tribe of Khath'am came, asking the verdict of Allah’s Apostle. Al-Fadl started looking at her as her beauty attracted him. The Prophet looked behind while Al-Fadl was looking at her; so the Prophet held out his hand backwards and caught the chin of Al-Fadl and turned his face (to the owner sides in order that he should not gaze at her.(the narration goes on with the question of the woman. Didn’t copy it for this answer.)

Volume 8, Book 74, Number 247

So yeah that’s what I meant. I actually deleted the post because it might’ve been misleading and too provoking.

How do I word it..well, my daughter has had many “tantrums” when she was very young of age. I’m not sure if means anything she says while she’s like that..

Being born with dark magic deep inside her body, Elora has been corrupted ever since, hinted by throwing lots of tantrums and screaming impolite things to others. It still takes control of her presently, now it is due to anything she is holding in.

“and that’s how you ruin a life” + remy lebeau

ask: @heroes-imagines “hey :)) can you do number one with remy? 💕”

a/n: i got prom today ahaaa my body is ready

warnings: cheating n angst yikes (word count: 221)

   “It was just a kiss, mon ami.” He pleads, putting his hands on your shoulders, eyes pleading, hoping that you would say something, anything. He’d rather be yelled at by you, rather you punch and kick him than have you just stand there, quiet, eyes brimming with tears, looking utterly disappointed. “It didn’t mean anything.”

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anonymous asked:

I don't really know if you'll have anything to say but I am having a really negative body image, I'm recovered from and eating disorder but I just hate the way I look so much and I don't know what to do, it's makes so sad and I feel like it has a negative effect on my friends and family when I hate myself because they can sense something is wrong. I don't know what to do, do you have an advice?

I’m not a medical professional by any means, but I do have experience with eating disorder treatment because I’ve been in it!

So the first piece of advise I have is to look for help of some kind, either a therapist or a trusted adult of some kind. Having someone to talk to regularly really, really helps.

Something that’s really helped me in recovery is mindfulness. I’ve done yoga for meditation and I also really love the app headspace! It’s free from the App Store. Being able to acknowledge the thoughts behind your eating disorder but not letting them have power over your actions is incredibly hard, but possible.

Also, trust the people in your life. They love you. They want you to be strong. Sometimes they don’t understand and aren’t as supportive as they could be, but they’ll love you no matter what you’re going through.

Trust yourself. You can do this. You’re stronger than your eating disorder even on days you feel like you aren’t. You can always message me off anon if you want to talk more! Also if anyone else has any further advice, feel free to reply to this and add your thoughts

anonymous asked:

Weight loss anon here: I'm 5' 4" with a start weight of 170 pounds, current weight 107 pounds (yup, switched those numbers right up!). It took about 20 pounds to start noticing weight loss up top, and 45 pounds to start noticing a big change in my lower body, so about ~20 pounds between the two. However, I do have naturally wide hips, so my thigh gap came a bit prematurely. But I'm sure you're already beautiful! Don't worry about it ❤️

well, that means i will probably need to get used to it 😂
my hips are narrow af (not really but i really dig the wide hips look) so maybe a lil bit of volume can help my body look more like i want it. your weightloss tho…is impressive

your mobility aids aren’t ugly and they don’t make your appearance any less attractive.

so, this might be just me but, since i spent such a long time watching these more cutesy and chibified cartoons, jack’s body proportions kinda take me off guard, a bit. i mean, his design still is highly stylized, obviously, but his body type is that of an actual adult, not just soft shapes and long lines and stick legs. it’s kind of odd when you compare it to the others.

i really don’t want to do that again 

Reminder

• Everyone comes in different shapes and sizes.
• Just because you don’t look like that model in the magazine, doesn’t mean you’re not beautiful.
• There is a whole industry making major money off you disliking your body.
• You’re allowed to wear what you like regardless of what other people think or say.
• Everyone has stretch marks, cellulite, marks, or blemishes. You are not abnormal.
• Your inner beauty is visible to me from your outside. When you are confident in yourself, it shows.
• Keep doing you, and remember there is no “one way” to be beautiful. Stay strong

Bet On Me

Reggie x Reader

A/N: This is my first ever fic and I hope you all like it!! Requests for all other Riverdale characters are open!! (This is my first fic because Reggie is bae)

Word Count: 3369

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst, violence, heavy make-out session (is that even a warning?)

Summary: Reggie is dared to date Y/N, the sweet and popular untouched cheerleader. He does so, although not expecting to fall for her in the process.

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Runaway Groom

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings:
Smut
Summary: Bucky goes missing before the wedding.
A/N: This is based off this post, after I read it I just couldn’t get it out of my head and had to write it. Come let me know what you think!
Word count : 1,348

Originally posted by heartsandwheels

You nervously flatten the soft white fabric of your dress, taking a shaky breath. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you fix a stray hair and adjust your dress. “You look beautiful, Y/N” Natasha’s hands are cold on the warmed skin of your shoulders. You smile at her in the reflection of the mirror. “Barnes is a lucky guy” she says sincerely, her beautiful eyes locked on yours.

You cant help but shake your head and a small laugh escapes your mouth before you speak “pretty sure, I’m the lucky one Tasha”.

“You’re both lucky-” she moves a curl of your hair back in place “-to find such perfect love in this world” she smiles but you notice the sadness behind her words.

Turning around you take her into your arms, a strong loving embrace. Clearing your throat of the tears you murmur “I wonder how Bucky is doing” laughter dancing in your words. 


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Aliens and Autism

But aliens learning about autistic people and being confused by our behavior !

“But why don’t you treat them equally as well?”

“No, we totally do!” The human, Lorie by name, looked hurt and confused.

‘Todd’ (their name was very very long but they liked this English human name) shook their head. “No, you don’t. You treat them like they aren’t as marvelous as the rest of your species. One said they were made to feel ‘broken’ when we spoke. That is not good.”

Lorie reeled. “I… I thought we had started doing better. Accommodating their illness.”

“Illness?” Todd was confused now. “But they are not ill. They are not made to the same neurological specifications as what your medicine defines as nominal for your species, but they are as exceptional and unique as your entire species amongst us. Your species seems to have an exceedingly arbitrary limit to how much a person may be ‘eccentric’ before you shun them.”

Lorie’s cheeks heated. “I’m ashamed, but they make us uncomfortable.

“But you tolerate Bill, and he is obnoxious, makes unwanted references to mating, and prioritizes physical contact over others comfort. He just received a promotion. Does he not make you uncomfortable?”

The human tech couldn’t meet the Yotruvan’s eyes. “I suppose you need a mirror to see your own face. Thanks, Todd.” She smiled but Todd did not think she was happy, and he was confused.

Days later, Potre pulled Todd aside. “Hey, Todd?” The Yotruvan remembered not to look this human in the eye and kept the amount of space they were comfortable with.

“Yes, Potre?”

“Did you talk to the other humans? About me. Me, I mean.”

Todd could not judge their emotional state by their voice, but their posture seemed to express fear and hope, an odd combination. Yotruvans expressed little in tone or facial expressions but their amorphous body made them excellent at displaying and reading body language. “I asked why they treated autistic members of your species poorly.”

“Oh. Thanks.” Potre made a small movement and Todd nodded, acknowledging their gratitude and friendship. Potre walked down the hall and Todd was left again wondering at how often humans would thank others and never explain what they meant.

Remarkable species. Always surprising.

Submitted by: @katjohnadams
  • Me: having a structured life is exhausting!
  • Therapist: I understand. Let's say just get up in the morning, get some breakfast, go for a walk...and that's it for a start.
  • Me: *internally: sounds reasonable, but that means first fighting against my will to just stay in bed and act as if I'm not existing. Getting up either way and facing my face and body in the mirror. There's an 80% chance that it's one of those days and I hate myself just so fucking much I could scream. But there's also a chance I look in the mirror and find a person that does not seem to be familiar to me looking back at me. Still, now you want me to shower and wash this body I find really disgusting. I have to see every single scar I have and maybe feel the burn of fresh cuts. Then I have to put on cloth, brush my teeth and my hair and do my makeup, as I can't go outside without hiding my ugly face under layers of primers and foundations and powders and highlighters and fake lashes and a perfect contour and a big nude fake smile. I spend money I don't have to make myself look good enough for myself to endure my own appearance. I remember to take my meds. Now I'm dressed (in clothes that hopefully say 'i don't care' when really I care a lot) and can go to the kitchen to prepare food that I know I won't be able to eat in 50% of the cases. There's also a good chance that I eat it and then find myself throwing up and ruining my makeup feeling every single disgusting cell of fat on my body vibrate while trying to breathe. Well either way let's say I might redo my make-up, brush my teeth again and step outside. I maybe take my horse with me and walk through the neighbourhood. I have to see people. I feel anxious. I would love to just turn around and go back home. But I keep on walking, trying to seem selfconfident so my horse and neighbours can't see or feel my insecurity. I'll try to be friendly and act normal even though I'm sure they hate me and laugh about me. Still if the communication between my horse and me isn't perfect today I'll probably cry and if a neighbour just looks at me in a way that i interpret to be unfriendly or cold or annoyed I'll probably cry too. Let's say I'm back home. Now it's like 11 in the morning. What do I do? By now I'm an emotional wreck, tired as hell, probably planing on how to harm myself with one half of my brain while the other half bundles it's last energy to prevent exactly this from happening. How do I survive the rest?*
  • Me: I'll try.
"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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Big Game. [Lacrosse Week Smut]

A;N: I want to formally apologise that it has been so long. Y’all have been so patient and I love you guys! Anyways, this is for the wonderful @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski ‘s Lacrosse Week! I hope y’all are ready. xoxo

Pairing: StilesStilinskixOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Filth.

Word count: 5,933

Listen to me.

Originally posted by dylanobrienthingss

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On Manifestation:

YOU 👏🏾 HAVE 👏🏾 TO 👏🏾 CALL 👏🏾 THAT 👏🏾 SHIT 👏🏾 INTO 👏🏾 EXISTENCE! 

MI MADE MISELF CLEER?!? 

And “calling something into existence” can look like anything; using your voice (if you’re able-bodied), meditating, creating complex spells & rituals, or simple sigils, sending out applications/emails, social outreach, etc. you name it!

When you want something, work for it spiritually and physically. These 2 plains do not exist apart from each other. I’ll probably make a follow-up video about this stuff. I mean on my way to class this morning I plugged in a witchy podcast - Hippie Witch “Crafting Your Own Magickal Lifestyle” - and just received some great advice! But also be realistic about your desires/goals. Intuitively I felt like I’d receive an important call today, & 10 minutes ago I got the call. But that didn’t happen without my input. 

The retrograde stuff doesn’t have to fuck with you if you don’t let it. Protect yaself! Twist that shit around towards your advancement. GET SHIT DONE!

[I’m sure I sound like one of those hyped athletes who can’t have any basic convo w/someone before it turns into a pep talk 😜]

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