it's not the dress that makes you look fat

PROMPT: Person A, without fail, adamantly interrupting Person B with harsh, self-deprecating comments whenever B tries to give A genuine compliments. Absolutely fed-up one day, Person B covers Person A’s mouth securely with duct tape and passionately lists all the traits they love about A without interference.


This is for y'all Bechloe fans! Love you all! Keep faith for our Bechloe-ever-after. Enjoy.


Chloe groaned for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day.

This wasn’t what she had in mind when she decided to ask Beca to come clothes shopping with her. She had imagined shyly taking the DJ’s hand and walking together from shop to shop, complimenting the younger girl; spoiling her. She wanted to coax her gently into Chloe’s world and in return, have Beca let her in to her own word.

Don’t get her wrong, every second she spends in the smaller girl’s company never failed to quicken her heart rate, make her hands sweaty… but even a bright ray of sunshine like Chloe has her limit.


Beca, on the other hand, couldn’t fathom how anyone could spend so many hours looking at pieces of fabric: t-shirts, trousers, coats… aisles upon aisles stuffed to the brim with clothes. It dawned on Beca, that she would literally, rather be anywhere else; including with Aubrey instead.

Side-stepping fallen shirts that lay crumpled on the floor, making a mental note to tidy her room, she held back a laugh as she saw two grown women fighting over the same t-shirt. That’s right. Grown women. God help her.


“Becs! Come on!” Chloe grit her teeth as annoyance seeped into her voice.

“I don’t see why I need to try this on Chlo! I thought we were shopping for you!” Beca bit back, her left eye twitching in frustration.

Normally Chloe would find herself smiling at the brunette’s twitch. It was a tell-tale sign that Beca was getting impatient. She would usually see it when observing Beca mix her music, not that Beca noticed. She was usually so immersed in what she was doing to realise that the world around her continued moving forward. Now however, Chloe ignored that and kept her eyes trained on Beca’s.

“Beca, you are my best friend. I wanted to go shopping with you. I wanted us to enjoy a day out together, without worrying about Worlds, or exams, or graduation!” Chloe could feel her eyes start to fill with tears.

Seeing that Chloe was truly upset, Beca backed down from the argument and moved closer to the redhead, resting her hands on Chloe’s shoulders.

“You’re right Chloe! I’m an ass and I’m sorry. I’ll try on whatever you choose for me, no complaints. I promise.”

Beca smiled as she saw Chloe’s demeanour change; the redhead physically perked up, a grin lighting up her whole face. The brunette felt her heart quicken and her breath catch in her throat. Damn Chloe’s beautiful eyes. So much for her badass persona.

“C'mon, let’s take a look at the dresses!” Chloe grabbed Beca’s hand and dragged her to the dresses. Beca’s eyes widened in horror.


Chloe was sat on the changing room chairs, her head in her hands, waiting for Beca to come out of the fitting room stall. The brunette had been in there 10 minutes and refused to come out and show her.

“For gods sake, Beca! If this is about modesty, I’ve already seen you naked!!” Chloe complained loudly in obvious impatience.

Chloe’s head shot up as she heard a door unlock. A mother and her young daughter exited from another stall, the mother shooting her a dirty look as she dragged the younger girl out of the room.

“I don’t like it Chlo! It doesn’t suit me at all!”

Chloe came up close to the door, placing both hands on the door and leaning her head against it, as if willing it to open.

“Just let me see it Becs. Please just open the door and let me see it for myself. You know I would never judge you or laugh at you.” Chloe pleaded.

She heard Beca sigh, soon followed by the sound of the door unlocking.

Chloe took her chance and entered Beca’s fitting room before Beca could change her mind. After re-locking the door, Chloe looked up and her jaw dropped.

There Beca stood in front of the mirror, clad in the simple red dress Chloe picked out for her; her back to the door. She looked beautiful.

Chloe dared not to breath, fearing that any louder noise may scare Beca.

“Becs… you look…” Chloe was lost for words.

“I know. I know. It looks awful.” Beca bluntly stated, her voice as emotionless as the look on her face. She turned to face Chloe, her arms wrapped protectively across her stomach.

Just as Chloe’s heart rate finally regained its normal pace, there Beca goes speeding it up again.

Beca’s words sunk in. Chloe’s eyes shot to Beca’s in fury.

“No Beca! Absolutely not! You look beautiful!” Chloe couldn’t help but raise her voice. How Beca couldn’t see what she could see, baffled her completely.

Beca gave her a self-depreciating smile, turning around to face her reflection again; her eyes lowering to gaze upon her figure.

“For starters, this dress makes me look fat… all the dresses you picked out for me make me look like a beached whale. It makes my pale skin look even paler. It clashes with my red cheeks, making me look like a tomato.”

Chloe was shaking her head as Beca spoke.

“My legs look like sticks, and it accentuates my knobbly knees and my large thigh gap… and my ass? Haha. What ass? It doesn’t even look like I have one. It shows off my cleavage, but I can kinda see some of the stretch marks there, which looks so unattractive. And don’t even get me started on-”

“-No!” Chloe’s eyes held a fire in them that Beca had never seen before. She could see the redhead’s hands clench into fists, shaking ever so slightly at the pain of her nails digging into her palm. Her bottom lip trembled as she tried to hold back her tears. Beca braced herself.

“How dare you!” Chloe shouted, her hands flailing as if she didn’t know how to use them.

Beca winced.

“How dare you stand there and talk shit about yourself!” Chloe had lowered her voice, but the bite still remained in her words.

“But-” Beca was interrupted by Chloe digging into her handbag, a look of severe determination on her face. She pulled out a… roll of duct tape? Uh-oh.

Chloe tore off a strip and leapt at Beca, covering her mouth firmly with the tape. Shocked by Chloe’s actions, the brunette remained paralysed in her spot until it sunk in what Chloe had done. She started struggling against the taller woman, outrage and betrayal spreading through her body like a wild fire.

Before she could rip the offending tape from her lips, Chloe grasped both her wrists in her hands and held them quickly behind Beca’s back. Beca continued to struggle against the redhead, not believing what Chloe had just done.

The taller woman pressed herself into Beca’s back, gently resting her chin on Beca’s right shoulder. Beca felt tense against her, and so she whispered into her ear to try and calm her down. “Please don’t do this, Beca. I’m sorry to have to restrain you like this, but it is not my intention to hurt you. Please just listen to me, that’s all I’m asking.”

Looking into the reflection of Beca’s eyes in the mirror, she could still see hurt swimming in the brunette’s eyes. Chloe’s stomach churned at the thought that she is the cause of the hurt, but this was important.

Gently pressing kiss into Beca’s shoulder first and then her temple, she felt Beca release a deep breath, her body slowly relaxing against her.

“You are so beautiful, Rebeca Mitchell. So very very beautiful.” She could feel Beca scoff, and saw Beca roll her eyes in disagreement. But once again, Chloe ignored it.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, Beca.”

She had Beca’s full attention now. Good.
Chloe knew that she needed to finally get what she was going to say off her chest. It had been there for too long now. Far too long.

Feeling her lower lip tremble with the emotion she was trying, and failing, to hold back; she felt a tear trail down her cheek, alarming Beca.

“Hearing you talk about yourself like that, you have no idea what it does to me Beca. My heart hurts to hear those words come from you, and it hurts even more to know that you truly believe them. Your head is feeding your heart lies, Bec… lies. You are not fat Beca. At all. And even if you were, I’d still think you were the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. So what if you are pale?! It doesn’t make you any less of a human being. It makes me want to slather you in sun cream and protect you from burning under the sun!” Chloe was half-serious with the last comment.

“I happen to love the redness in your cheeks. They are so endearing, and it’s why I love making you blush. They are hot under my hands when I hold your cheeks, and your cheeks are so soft to touch anyways. Your legs are not sticks and your knees are not knobbly. Your legs are slim and so smooth to touch, and your knees are so strong. I love that the muscle twitches when I lay my hand on your knees… and your ass… just wow. Throw on a pair of tight skinny jeans and I’m a goner. You in this dress though… talk about stuff from my fantasies. And as for your stretch marks, who cares? Practically every girl has them, they make you real Becs, not superficial. You are so real.”

Chloe’s eyes glazed over, clearly lost in her own thoughts. Beca nudged her.

“My point is that you are perfect to me, Beca. You see flaws, and all I see is how endearing they all are and how add up to make you who you are. You are so beautiful that it’s all I can do to not stare at you every single second we are together, and yet my eyes never stray too far from you. If you don’t love yourself, then let me show you that you are worth loving. Let me show you how beautiful you are to me. I can show you how to love yourself. Let me show you how to love yourself, by letting me love you. I love you Beca. Let me love you.”

anonymous asked:

Girl how do you find the strength to deal with bullies? I've been bullied my whole life about my weight and other things. It got so bad that I had to move schools.

ive left school from being bullied, and that caused me to graduate a year late and take eight core classes in one school year (senior year so i never got to go to prom or anything really.) it is HARD to deal with and i hear A LOT of hateful things daily. i have 35k on instagram and people think its a good thing til they realize what “popular” accounts go through daily. esp if you’re fat. unsolicited advice, tons of rude and fatphobic opinions, if you have your own style and aren’t polished at makeup or dress “messy”, then everyone comes for you and screenshots your selfies to talk loads of shit. i try to avoid any posts or memes that people make of me, but i end up being tagged. i have ALWAYS been picked on for how i look, so this just feels like school all over again. people not understanding me or my aesthetics so they call me horrible names. also constantly having assumptions about me being made sucks too.
bullying never leaves when youre an alternative fat black girl (im not sure if you are but bullying bc of your weight is horrible, i know the feeling)
i delete about 30-50 comments constantly because skinny white girls will tag their boyfriends and will say something like “this is how i look after eating a big meal” or guys will tag another guy and be like “she would break you if she ever rode you” and that is a common fear for fat girls who are sexually active and i honestly cant stand a lot of fatphobic cis men. im ranting rn but i honestly do not know how i deal with it. i have a headache right now from seeing people screenshot my posts and having threads of hateful remarks directed towards me. you honestly just have to stay strong. people will tell me not to post about it bc it will give the other person attention but honestly fuck that. if you pick on me, im going to make sure you get reported because no one goes on instagram to get bullied for existing. it isnt fair. my best advice would just to be to learn to have tougher skin. because in the end, they will lose

Enzo Amore - Rumors (14)

This chapter of the story is gonna be little bitty blurbs about each month through the pregnancy with some tweet and Instagram descriptions. 

Month 3: (The month you two find out your expecting a blessing.)

“Oh my gosh sweetheart… Why are you crying??” Eric climbed into your shared bed and pulled you two his bare chest as you sobbed. “I… I woke up… And… And you were gone… And I just started crying…” You explained through sobs as he tucked your head under his chin. “I just went to take a piss babe.” Eric rubbed your back trying to calm you. “I know but I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You wipe your eyes and sigh leaning heavily on him. “Babe… You’re making a human.” Eric chuckled laying back in the bed with you half on top of him. 

You sling your phone into the air chair across the living room. “What the hell babe??” Eric snaps his head from the tv to you. “I don’t know.” You huff falling to your side on the couch. “Did someone say something to you??” Eric went to run his hand over your bare legs. “Don’t touch me.” You order covering your face with a pillow as he gives you a weary look. He turns his attention back to the tv giving you some space as you are clearly upset about something. After a few minutes you slink your legs over his lap and he adverts his eyes over to you as you sit up wrapping your arms around his neck. “What are you…” Eric begins as you perch yourself in his lap. “Shut up and kiss me.” You capture his unexpecting lips in a kiss. His hands fly up to your waist as you deepen the kiss and scoot your hips closer to him. He groans as you bite his lip. You pull away from the kiss to trail your lips over his neck. “These mood swings are gonna give me whip lash baby.” He mutters as he sucks in a sharp breath as you work his sweet spot. “It’s not like I do it on purp…” Your sentence was interrupted with a wince and jerk away as he touched your boobs. “What I do??” Eric holds his hands up as if someone had a gun pointed at him. “My boobs are so sensitive…” You whine in both disappointment and pain. “I’m sorry baby.” Eric placed a kiss on your forehead. You collapse in frustration against him as he snuggles close to you. “It’s gonna be worth it babe.” He rubs his hand over your non showing stomach. 

Eric tweets: “@Y/N Did you unfollow me??” 

You tweet back: “@wweeaallday21 yes I did and until you learn how to FREAKING USE A COSTER ITS GONNA REMAIN THAT WAY”

Month 4: 

“I’m not going.” You stomp down the stairs to find Eric dressed and ready in the kitchen. “Whoa why not?? You feeling sick??” Eric jumped to his feet searching your face answers. “No. I feel fine.” You grit your teeth. “Then what baby?? You’ve been looking forward to this party for a week.” He tilts your chin up to look in your eyes. “Everything makes me look fat.” You fight back tears. “No baby. They don’t make you look fat.” Eric smiles as you glare at him. “Yes they do. All my cute dresses are tighter and my jeans won’t button.” Eric wipes a tear from your cheek. “You don’t look fat in anything. You look like a beautiful glowing mother to be…” Eric kissed your forehead and takes your hand. “Come on.” 

“What is that smell??” You clasped your hand over your mouth swallowing hard. “I don’t smell anything babe.” Eric answered watching your reaction. “I… I think…” You scramble out of your chair at the dining room table and bolt for the bathroom. Eric drops the dishes in his hands and follows after you only to find you had locked the door behind you. “Babe open up.” His plead was answered by the sound of you emptying your stomach. Eric waits at the door until you finally open the door. He gives you a sad smile as he sees your pale face. He scoops you up in his arms and carries you to bed. “Get some rest okay??” Eric tucks you in bed as you cover your face with the covers in embarrassment. 

Eric tweets a picture of you in a sports bra: “Slowly but surely the little G is making an appearance. #proudpapa #sexymama #babyg”

On instagram you post a picture of Eric asleep on the couch his head on your stomach: “Fell asleep telling us a story.” 

Month 5:

It was double date night for you Eric, Leah and Bill. It was yours and Eric’s turn to host so in your living room everyone sat around the coffee table on the floor playing Cards Against Humanity. “I’m gonna go get some more chips and I am taking my cards with me this time.” Eric shot Leah a dark glare as she and you giggled. “I was just trying to help out my team.” Leah fought back more laughter. “When you and (Y/n) are on a team it never ends well.” Eric shared a knowing look with Bill. Once Eric was in the kitchen Leah wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “Soooo when do we find out what we are having??” She smiles rubbing her hand over your small extended stomach. “Next visit we should find out.” You smile taking a sip of your juice (since you can’t have wine anymore). “You said that last month.” Bill commented stretching his long legs out in front of him. “Yeah but the little g is being shy.” Eric answered for you as he now joined the crew with more chips. You smile rubbing your stomach as Eric explained the last trip to the doctor. All eyes shot over to you as you let out a yelp. “Are you okay??” Eric clumsily tries to stand as he bangs his knee on the underside of the coffee table. “Yeah yeah I’m fine… It’s just… Oh my gosh the baby kicked me.” You looked down at your stomach in disbelief. “Kicked??” Eric smiled like an idiot and stepped over Leah paying no attention to her protest to his butt in her face. Eric places his hands on your stomach and the room feel silent for a long while. You let out another yelp and Eric jumps. “The baby kicked me…” Eric whispered as he and you shared an excited look. “Congratulations to you both now will you please get your butt out of my face!!” Leah laughed as she pinched Eric on the back of the leg. 

You tweet Eric while he is on tour: “Your child won’t stop kicking me… #cantsleep”

Eric tweets back: “Sorry baby the kid is a born athlete. #wishiwaswithyou”

Month 6:

You and Eric lay on the couch together. You lay in between his legs back rested against his chest his hands wrapped around your middle. He gently raises your shirt to pool up on top of your big stomach as his hands roam the smooth skin. “I am such a blessed man.” Eric smiles to himself you hum in contentment in his arms. “I have a beautiful woman to call mine and our child on the way.” Eric sighs as you eyes slowly begin to shut as your are lulled by his low voice. “(Y/N) (S/N) I love you. I am here now and forever to provide everything for you and this child of ours.” He shifts on the couch so you are now laying in front of him on your side using his arm as a pillow and his other arm sprawled protectively over your stomach. 

“Son of a bitch I would kill for a freaking tomato right now…” You huff sitting at the breakfast bar in your kitchen. “You hate tomatoes though…” Eric raised his eyebrow. “I know… But your child wants one… Even though they are disgusting.” You prop your elbows on the counter and rest your hands on your fists. “Want me to slice one up for you??” Eric hesitantly asked. “Yeah sure… I’ll give it a shot.” You shrug. Eric slices up a tomato for you and places the plate in front of you. You pick up a piece and take a bite gagging a bit at the taste. Eric goes to take the plate away from you but you stop him. “Wait… I know something that will make this better.” You ease off the bar stool and walk to the cupboard. Eric watches you intently wondering what the hell you are doing. You grab what you are looking for and perch back at the breakfast bar. “Marshmallow fluff??” Eric’s mouth is agape as you spread some of the fluff on a tomato slice. You take a bite and sigh. “Delicious.” You smile in satisfaction at fulfilling your craving. “You one crazy mama…” Eric laughs shaking his head. 

You post a picture on Instagram of Eric holding up an ultrasound picture his face in a pout. “Baby Amore still won’t let us know anything more than the fact that we are having a healthy baby.” 

Month 7:

You and Eric walked hand and hand into the doctors office. Eric signs you into the front desk as you gingerly take a seat. “What was the bet again??” Eric takes the seat next to you. “Which one?? The one where Bill think we wont find out again or the one where Leah thinks we are having a girl??” You smirk as you think back to how excited the god-parents of your kids are. “I personally don’t care what we are having… But I hope Leah is right so Bill has to wear pink in the ring next week.” Eric grins. “Yeah right… You want a girl… I saw you looking at pink leopard print curtains yesterday.” You smirk as Eric blushes a bit. “Shut up. I love spoiling you so having another in the princes would be nice… But having a son would be great too.” Eric defends himself. You two are finally called back to the doctors office. “How have you all been??” The doctor smiles as he spreads the cold jelly on your stomach. “Great.” You smile as the doctor studies the squiggles on the screen. He scrunches up his nose and squints hard at the screen. “Oh dear what do we have here??” He tilts his head to side as you squeeze Eric’s hand your blood running cold. “What’s wrong??”

Eric tweets out a picture of your baby belly with two leopard print onesies laid on top of it. “What do we got here?? A cuppa babies?? #doubletrouble”

You tweet out a picture of Bill and Leah looking surprised: “Broke the news to the god-parents. Looks like both of them were right. #minime #minizo #doubletrouble”

Leah Tweets out: “Twin Amores?? #LORDhelpus #doubletrouble” 

Bill Tweets out: “Hope they turn out like (Y/N). #notanotherenzo #pleasenottwoenzos #doubletrouble”

Month 8:

You blushed like mad as you stepped into your surprise baby shower. “Eric…” You giggle as he hugs you from the side. “Hey it wasn’t my plan it was all Leah… I just had to keep my mouth shut and make sure you got here on time.” He kissed you on top of your head. You hug Leah as tight as you can with your large baby belly. “Girl you’re way too much.” You sigh. “Nothing is too much for my god-kids. Do we get to know their names soon?? Please?? This is killing me.” She bats her eyelashes at you. You look to Eric who just shrugs. “Yeah sure. Might as well since pretty much everyone I know is here…” You gasp looking around the room. “How the hell did you do that??” You start tear up as you notice your family and childhood friends were even there. “Don’t question my magic touch girl.” Leah giggles linking arms with you to usher you around the room to show you everything. 

Eric raised a glass at the baby shower as Bill got everyone’s attention. “My beautiful girlfriend and I have an announcement.” Eric wrapped his arm around your shoulders and place your hands on your tummy. “First off we wanna thank everyone who came today and all the love and support you give us. And a huge thank you to Leah and Bill who spoil us to much with everything they do for us.” Everyone claps for Leah and Bill who smile and share a kiss. “As a thank you to them and everyone else we are gonna relieve the names we picked out for the twins.” Eric looked down at you with a smile. “For the girl we picked out Zoey Faith Arndt and for the boy Jordan Anthony Arndt.” You smile as everyone claps again and gush about how they love the names. You and Eric share a kiss as you are both filled with happiness as your own little family is celebrated. 

Eric tweets out a picture of you cuddling with a leopard body pillow: “Looks like I have been replaced…”

You answer back with: “Aint my fault you’re a space heater… #hotmama #toohotpapa” 

Month 9 coming soon… ;)

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING… i know this is really different but i didnt want to do a lot of individual parts for the pregnancy… I wanna say a big thank you to @designrwriterchic for helping me out with everything over the past week and brain storming with me… Couldn’t do this without her… please let me know what you think about this part and the series… any and all feedback is welcome… THANKS AGAIN FOR READING

This is a 3 year difference–(almost) my very FIRST Tumblr post to this morning!
My body composition has changed 110% and I am so, so very comfortable in my skin – FINALLY.
This is literally the first time I can honestly say that!
These last few weeks, I haven’t felt insecure at all and it’s helping me mind, body, and soul–stretching out and improving all areas of my life!

Lifting and improving your body and your health is something that directly affects every aspect of your life and I can’t imagine where I’d be now without the gym, as fucking cheesy as that sounds.

Some people change with way less, but that’s what it took for me. Be patient, take it day by day: you won’t always be perfect, but trust the process and believe in yourself. THERE’S NOT A QUICK FIX, GUYS.
Be patient.
You’ll improve SO much and before you know it, a few good habits and years later, you literally won’t recognize who you were before. It’s wild, lol.

ALSO. BIG side note that is often not mentioned–

My body has improved dramatically but it is still my body, it still has it’s kinks.
I’ll never be a few inches taller. I will never have an hourglass figure without having to twist my body. I still have love handles in 90% of pants that aren’t leggings. I hold my fat in my back and it’ll never look shredded. I’ll always be top heavy and never have big, luscious hips with a tiny waist and little toned arms. That’s not my body shape/type.

That doesn’t mean I’m not happy and confident and 100% secure in my skin!!!
I have accepted that my body is not meant to be this perfect flawless figurine. It is beautiful in its own way and looks great in its own angles. Being different and flawed is FINE, it makes you unique and wonderful!
Learn how to dress for YOUR shape and pose for YOUR shape and stop comparing your frumpy before pic to a posed pic of some bikini Pro who is not YOU.

You won’t be perfect. EVER.
But better than you were yesterday. And you’ll love yourself because you will feel better internally and accept yourself for everything in and out. 

Anyway, that’s enough of my rambles. I hope this helped you, don’t give up!! Fall in love with yourself, because that is what’s most important.

Its not about fat shaming… I just wasn’t happy. I wasn’t doing my make up, I didn’t like dressing up… Going out was such a struggle because I didn’t like anything I had and how it looked on me. I’m still chubby, fat, whatever you wanna call it but I’m happier. A lot of it had to do with living in Puerto Rico… If you think the people in the States give you a hard time about how you look, you haven’t lived in PR… And it’s not that I obsess over what people think of me but it got to me… Oh, and my boyfriend was also emotionally abusive (he would say that he loved me but wasn’t physically attracted to me). I’m currently single, I have a new job, I moved from PR and I lost weight. It hasn’t been easy but it’s getting better and I’m happier with myself. I don’t completely love myself but I am constantly trying to and doing everything in my power to feel good about myself. I can and I will be happy and love myself. ✌️💪

anonymous asked:

Like how do you even get this big? I can't even imagine the massive amount of food you must have to eat to get to your size, it's sickening tbh.. Stop acting like stuffing yourself full of junk till you're 200 pounds overweight is something that should be congratulated and encouraged because honestly it's actually pretty fucking disgusting

I can straight up tell you that you thinking you have the right to make these kind of assumptions and assessments about me from solely looking at me or any other fat person is far more disgusting than what you have a problem with.

I am so over you fatphobic turds that ALWAYS try to make it out like people who are showing themselves not being miserable, or dressing up, or doing anything other than being miserable and hiding or posting a before/after picture is somehow expecting to be congratulated.  Really?  The fact that I just merely exist as I am and refuse to remain hidden is somehow asking to be congratulated?  I’m delusional and yet you think a fat person not wallowing in self pity is the equivalent to them asking for a reward for being fat.  Get off of your high horse and worry about your damn self because you sure as hell have a lot of improvement to do internally. 
You know what’s disgusting?  The fact that the notion of a fat person actually existing happily is so appalling to you that you think it’s perfectly okay to send someone a message like this and that you’re in the right.

Also, yeah, every single fat person must be eating an excess of 5000+ calories a day to remain fat.  It’s not like the majority of the fat population aren’t poor and can’t even afford to eat that much.  I never claimed to be healthy, but the fact that you think you can just stereotype every single fat person into eating copious amounts of food 100% of the time is ridiculous.  Cause I’m sure you don’t know any thin people who eat a ton of food, who aren’t that active, and who still remain thin.  It couldn’t POSSIBLY have anything to do with metabolism, genetics, or otherwise.  I’m sure you can’t even fathom the idea that there are a lot of fat people who normally only eat one meal per day (and no, it doesn’t contain 5,000 calories itself).  I bet if I told you that I once had a boyfriend who was 6'3", 140lbs and he ate like an absolute horse and outdid me every time we had a’d claim I was lying. Nope, every single fat person is fat from continuously eating non-stop every single day.  Fat people don’t have regular lives like other people, obviously.  

Can you just go on your merry way and stop obsessing over people for merely existing happily who are absolutely in no way harming you or anyone else?  Cause I mean, I feel like you’d be a lot happier yourself if you could let go of some things that are pretty your thought process atm.

I think cal would say it really absentmindedly like it wasn’t on purpose or instinct but like, it probably didn’t come out the way he actually meant it so like imagine you were at his place (which wasnt far from yours) and you were excited to go over to chill out before going home from your shopping trip with your best friend and you wanted to show him some of the clothes that you just bought because you think he’d like it sooooo he’d be lying on his bed with one arm behind his head and scrolling through twitter/instagram and you’d put on this dress in front of the full length mirror by his bed and turned to him with a grin, hopeful for a compliment from your boyfriend but instead he said something like, “hmm its nice i guess… But it makes you look kinda… Idk… Fat?” 

Your face immediately dropped in disappointment, hurt and sort of annoyed at his “poor choice of words” and he obviously quickly caught on with your expression and said “nooo wait thats not what i meant”, and you looked away, your eyes started to well up. He knew how insecure you are about things like that and yet, he said it. You were so hurt that you started packing your things, ready to leave while cal chased asking you to stop and saying his sorrys but when you arrived home in floods of tears and walked straight to the couch past your confused brother luke when he opened the front door, cal looked at him with complete guilt as he stepped in. 

“Um what happened?” Luke asked. And you told him between sobs that cal called you fat knowing very well you were insecure about it while cal tried to argue that he didn’t mean it but Luke was already glaring at him with furious eyes, coming over to wipe the tears off your face and pull you into his arms for a tight hug. 

“What the fuck man??? Fuck you calum, what kind of a boyfriend are you? You don’t just tell your girlfriend things like this, especially knowing that it would hurt her. Seriously??” While Luke was angry and irritated, he tried to comfort you and assure you, and Cal just kept silent, sitting across you with his elbows on his knees looking at you intently and really guilty while muttering his sincere I’m sorrys. 

I don’t understand why others think they have a say in what others wear like it’s my choice? If I feel comfortable in that I’ll wear it if I think I look good I’ll wear it! Not to make others happy but to make myself happy. So don’t ever think you have a say in someone’s choice.
It’s not your body it’s theirs and theirs only
It’s not fair to say things like “that looks bad” “that looks too revealing” “too skinny/fat to wear that” as an asexual person I find it quite disgusting that people think women dress for men’s attention and are only viewed as sex objects. but even if they do dress for males/females whatever they’re attracted to its none of your business
and yeah there maybe lots of feminist stuff on tumblr but it has not reached out into real life yet in real life this terrible stuff still happens because sadly and I don’t want to say this but people aren’t as opened minded as others and follow what everyone does and sadly another thing to say that’s shocking but from where I’m from (Australia) this stuff is very common and it’s quite horrible to see and hear such close minded views but at the end of the day the tumblr community is very small compared to the Facebook community that thinks it’s perfectly fine to make rape jokes and call females “sluts” for posting nudes and they have “no self respect” if they post revealing pictures but that’s how it is right now and it’s sad and my views right now would be completely disagreed with in real life but I don’t know I just wanted to write this to say that it’s no one’s choice it’s mine and mine only it’s my choice to post this its my choice to post what I like because it’s my blog and mine only.
Two years ago I wouldn’t have thought this because I was like the things I hate now I was the person I hated the most and if I met myself from two years ago I would hate them. because I was taught that those are the right views and things you’re taught you often think are right. I’m not even saying it’s OK to say mean stuff of course it is. IF someone is being close minded you call them out on it because chances are they’ll learn and understand very slim chance but sometimes it happens and when that happens you’ll feel happy you taught your view to someone and made them see the full picture instead of a part of it
I’m glad I have enough confidence to be my own person
Even on tumblr I’m uncomfortable with expressing myself but this time I’m going to and not delete it
So yeah thanks for reading my little view on this stuff

why judging others is judging your goddamn self most of all

when you make a joke at someone’s expense or judge them, you’re saying

this is the standard, they do not meet the standard, and most importantly (implied) i DO meet the standard. 

but, what you’re doing is naming that standard for yourself (and those close to you) to uphold. as soon as you say, “its gross that someone else is like that”, you are inviting in the insecurity of “oh god, i will never let myself be like that”. you are inviting in the insecurity to constantly police yourself to make sure you never fail to reach the standard, never wind up like that person. we do it all the time: “ew, she doesnt shave her armpits?” “oh my god, look at that fat lady’s outfit” “what an unfunny loser” what those statements have done is emphasize that you and those around you must remain shaven, thin, well-dressed, entertaining, and normal to be liked and deserve respect. 

all you’ve really done is add more to the plate of traits to be scared of; add more to the list of things you’re strictly obligated to do to not end up “like that gross person we made fun of”. and that’s not innocent or lighthearted at all.

anonymous asked:

If a fat and ugly guy wore a tshirt with the "this is how a feminist look", would you still think it's cute or would you think it's creepy because he is not handsome?

I’m assuming this is because I reblogged pictures of Tom Hiddleston and Benedict Cumberbatch wearing those shirts. If you have followed my blog for any amount of time, you’ll see that I have reblogged those men wearing lots of different shirts, and occasionally no shirts.

But, it’s not about that, is it? It’s about making women reblogging pictures of men they find sexually attractive feel guilty, and fat and ugly men feeling insulted that the only way their picture gets reblogged is if its part of an unfortunate meme.

Feminism doesn’t have a dress code. Or a body code. You can wear whatever you want. Wear a ‘this is what a feminist looks like’ t-shirt. I don’t care.

But, I will bet you money that if a fat and ugly man wore a ‘this is what a feminist looks like’ shirt, he would receive a lot less than public ridicule than if a fat and ugly woman wore the same thing, because even fat and ugly you’re still a male, and being born with a penis gives you privileges, and being born with a vagina apparently only gives you a GPS locator for every item lost by your partner and children.

A fat and ugly woman wearing a ‘this is what a feminist looks like’ shirt would be slapped onto a meme warning mommas not to let your daughters grow up to be feminists faster than the x-kit guy can uncode all of tumblr’s changes.

So, no, I wouldn’t reblog it because I tend to reblog pictures of men I find sexually attractive, but I wouldn’t find it creepy either. There are t-shirts that would make me think its creepy, but that’s not one of them.

The Empress's New Dress

An Empress once commissioned a dress from a famous couturier. It was made of the finest silks, and embroidered all over with seed-pearls and rosettes of grosgrain ribbon.

The first time the Empress wore it, her courtiers all fell over themselves to express their admiration. One said: “Its blue is like the azure of the tropical oceans.”

Another said; “Its gold is like the hair upon the heads of the very angels on high.”

A third said: “Gold and azure are mere words. This dress is the colour of lost dreams; of stardust; of eternity.”

The court Poet, who found himself in danger of being eclipsed, said; “This. Dress. Is -” and assumed an Enigmatic Gaze.

But the Empress’s Fool, who often said those things that no-one else dared say aloud, said nothing.

Finally, the Empress asked him what he thought of her beautiful dress.

At first he was reluctant. But the Empress insisted. And so he whispered in her ear…