no chafing!

100 REASONS TO GET SKINNY THINSPIRATION


1. Imagine how you’ll look in tight clothes. No rolls no shame.
2. You’ll be delicate and small. No longer will you be the fat ugly friend.
3. Collarbones. Imagine having them to touch instead of just looking at them in thinspo.
4. You’ll have a thigh gap. No more chafing and no more disgusting fat just oozing off your legs.
5. Watching the scale go down every day instead of watching it go up and feeling disgusting.
6. Your sister will envy you.
7. Your friends will be jealous of your self control and tiny body. They can preach self love while secretly hating themselves all they want. It won’t matter because you’ll be thin and beautiful.
8. Thin hands and tiny wrists.
9. Delicate ankles and small calves. No longer will you be an elephant.
10. When you walk it will be virtually silent. People won’t hear you coming a mile away with disgusting hippo footsteps. You will be tiny and quiet. A shadow and a whisper.
11. People will ask how you got so thin. Oh they’ll be envious but none of them are strong enough to reach their goals.
12. For once you will be in control. No more binging, no more hunger after already eating. You will be powerful in your decision to achieve your ideal body.
13. You won’t be too embarrassed to draw yourself.
14. You won’t have to only date fat people.
15. In a relationship you will always be tinier than your partner. They’ll be able to pick you up and twirl you around.
16. People will give you piggy backs instead of you giving them.
17. Never again will you be too heavy for something.
18. You won’t be dictated by your fat anymore. Whatever you want, wear it! Everything looks good on thin.
19. Imagine how cute you’ll look in lingerie. Lace will just accentuate your tiny form.
20. Getting naked won’t be embarrassing. Let them stare. You’ll be beautiful.
21. It won’t always be unrequited love. People you didn’t have a chance with as a fat girl will love you. People need to get past the outside to see the inside. Nobody will bother getting past a disgusting fat outside.
22. Wearing makeup will be fun, not embarrassing.
23. You will be your own thinspo.
24. You’ll spend way less money on food. Food is temporary and a waste of cash. Instead spend it on games and clothes.
25. Looking in the mirror won’t make you want to break it.
26. A flat stomach is cute and tiny.
27. Your face will look thin and dainty. No more double chins and disgusting fat cheeks .
28. When people take pics of you it won’t make you want to cry. You’ll be the pretty one.
29. You won’t have to keep your hair short. Long hair won’t make you look like a greasy land whale.
30. Girls will envy you instead of pity you.
31. You’ll be the smallest person in your family. No longer will you be the fattest.
32. People will whisper about how thin you’ve gotten.
33. You’ll be light like a feather.
34. Food won’t control you. Eating is a necessity, not a crutch.
35. Think of bony shoulders. You’ll be defined and delicate instead of a shapeless mass of fat.
36. You’ll be able to count your ribs.
37. When you bend over people will be able to see the ridges of your spine. No more flubber.
38. You’ll have a tiny cute butt.
39. Thigh high socks will fit and look adorable.
40. Boots that travel up your calves will actually fit.
41. Shorts will look good on you.
42. Carnival rides won’t be embarrassing. The bar won’t touch your stomach. If anything they’ll worry you’ll slip out. You’ll be able to ride with anyone because your weight is barely anything.
43. Seat belts will fit easily. No more embarrassing struggle to strap yourself in while people silently judge you.
44. Any style will look good on you. Experimenting with fashion will be fun and interesting. Your body won’t hold you back.
45. You’ll be in the underweight category instead of the overweight one.
46. Your father won’t be ashamed of your weight. Your grandmother won’t keep getting shocked by how fat you’ve gotten. Instead she’ll fuss because you’ll be too thin.
47. There will be a huge difference in your before and after pics, and you’ll be proud.
48. You’ll finally get to fit your aesthetic. No more being ashamed of how you look. You’ll be the cute nerdy book girl instead of the fat gamer nerd slob.
49. Instead of eating you can follow hobbies like painting your nails, doing makeup, drawing, writing, and walking out in nature.
50. If you want some fun you’ll be able to hook up with someone of quality. No sloppy seconds. You’ll be first choice, not oh-my-god-never.
51. In a romance novel you’d be the beautiful thin one, not the tragic never loved fat one.
52. Shopping will be fun. You won’t have to keep looking for bigger sizes. Large will be too large.
53. If you want to you can shop at places that don’t carry plus sizes and be able to fit.
54. Changing rooms will be roomy and you won’t feel squished. Looking in the mirror to see how you look won’t be a disappointment.
55. You’ll fit in tiny spaces. No more bumping into walls when you go by.
56. Your breasts will be small and perky instead of fat.
57. Rings will look cute on your bony fingers instead of squeezing them like fat sausages.
58. The scale won’t make you want to cry.
59. Nobody will recognize you. They won’t be able to believe you went from whale to skinny.
60. Choker necklaces will look delicate and dainty on your neck. You won’t have double chins getting in the way.
61. Your jawline will be defined and sharp. No longer will you be soft edges and squishy fat.
62. You’ll be the pretty one.
63. Guys will actually like you instead of think you’re a blob of disgusting fat.
64. People will date you.
65. When you’re measured against other girls you won’t be the ugly one.
66. You’ll be able to love yourself.
67. At Halloween parties you can dress however you want and look good. No more ghosts or pumpkins.
68. Onesies. Just imagine.
69. Guys will chase you instead of you chasing them.
70. It will be okay to have something nice to eat every once in a while because you’ll be a pro at staying in control and if you do gain half a pound you can lose it just like that.
71. You could be princess carried without breaking someone’s back.
72. It’ll be “You’re so skinny” instead of “You’re not fat”.
73. When you’re at the gym you’ll be the one making people jealous and embarrassed.
74. Your feet will look delicate and dainty when wearing heels instead of like fat blobs.
75. Thinspo blogs will use your picture as thinspo instead of reverse thinspo.
76. ‘Cute’ will be the first word to describe you, not ‘nice’.
77. People will be concerned. Maybe they shouldn’t have called you fat and ugly all those years. Oh well, now you’re thin and beautiful.
78. You could be a model.
79. Crop tops will make you look cute, not fat.
80. No muffin top.
81. At family gatherings your snobby relatives will be blown away by how beautiful you’ve become.
82. Your exes will wish they’d never let you go.
83. You’ll be able to pull of cosplay like a pro. You won’t be the fat version of everyone you cosplay.
84. Every day will be exciting because you won’t hate the clothes you wear or looking in the mirror or stepping on the scale.
85. Shopping for a prom dress will be fun. You’ll look like an ethereal goddess instead of a sausage roll.
86. You’ll be able to pull off a bikini.
87. Going swimming won’t be embarrassing. You’ll be able to wear a sexy bikini without feeling like a joke.
88. You could wear baggy clothes and look stylish instead of like a slob.
89. You could wear your boyfriend’s shirt and nothing but panties and it would be the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
90. People will stare because they can’t believe you’re so beautiful, not because you look like you just crawled out of a gutter.
91. Unhealthy food will taste gross.
92. You’ll have a small stomach so when you eat small portions you’ll still feel full.
93. Eating will become so unimportant sometimes you’ll actually forget to eat instead of binging like a pig.
94. You’ll look like a ballerina.
95. If you’re eating less meat you’re helping the environment and saving animals lives.
96. No matter what else is going on in your life you will have control over your body. Nobody can take that from you.
97. Empty feels better than full.
98. Processed foods are extremely unhealthy. You’re doing yourself a favor by not eating them.
99. You’ll have so much more time and money if you’re not wasting them on food.
100. You will finally love your body.
☆Remember to stay safe. We want to be skinny, not dead. You can’t slay with a killer body if you’re decomposing six feet under. Be kind to yourself. Every pound is progress.

Come Away With Me (1/1)

Summary: Emma feels trapped in her role as princess and yearns for a life of freedom and adventure. A certain pirate offers her everything she’s ever wanted and more. On AO3.
Rating: M (mentions of sex but no actual smut, could probably be rated T but this is just in case)
Word Count: ~5100

Emma managed to escape the chaos of the ball while Grumpy and Sneezy caused a scene, loudly arguing over something petty, no doubt, and putting a damper on the otherwise festive atmosphere. She’d never been more grateful for her honorary uncles’ ill-tempered manners.

Her formal attire was beyond uncomfortable. No matter how many times she’d told her dressmaker to use soft, delicate materials like silk or velvet, the woman seemed to have her heart set on whatever new and exotic and stylish fabrics she could find. (Oftentimes, this backfired, leaving Emma with red rashes from chafing. But luckily, trends tended to be set by royalty so Emma had the benefit of seeing the rest of the court in gowns just as uncomfortable.) The lacy edges itched her skin, the corset was laced a bit on the tight side, and the beaded necklace she wore kept catching on the baby fine hairs on the back of her neck. It was dreadful.

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A short list of TMI shit that people don’t tell you about when you start Testosterone.

  • You know how some days you could get away without wearing deodorant? No more, my friends. No more.
  • Your growing clit may chafe on the seams of your underwear. So choose your underwear carefully. I once got stuck in a restaurant wearing the worst pair imaginable. I ended up having to go to the toilet and put them on backwards so I could get through dinner.
  • Chest hair. Pre top surgery. It’s weird. And may fuck with your head. Be prepared.
  • Teenage mood swings. Pre-warn your friends.
  • Smegma. It can and will happen in a vagina, on a growing clitoris. Keep an eye out for it.
  • It’s likely you’ll get a yeast infection as your vaginal chemistry changes.
  • At the start you’re gonna want to wank like 90% of the time, like you’re just gonna be walking down the street and it’ll be like - oh. oh no. I need a wank. It really explains why cis teenage boys can be so gross.

I like to imagine that many guardians, as children, dream of having a big, flashy charge when they grow up, a great king or a hero or a revolutionary, someone so big and loud that their names will go down in song and history just for being near to them.

But most charges aren’t so big. There are many worthy things in the world, many worthy people, but not all of them are going to shake the world hard enough to register, and it’s said the greatest of guardians are never remembered for their efforts, their protection so stalwart and effective that their charges never even dreamt of real strife. A quiet life, with a safe and happy charge, is the ideal. But it’s not romantic. There are no lasting stories about the quiet guardian and their boring charge.

And I imagine that really, really chafes some guardians. It’s hard to swallow your own dreams and ambitions for someone else, and as I see it, you don’t really choose your charge. A guardian who spent their whole life dreaming and training and eagerly working for the day they would become warden to someone who’d put a notch in history, finding themselves bound to someone who is stiflingly dull, or something that, very clearly, will not make history, is bound to be more than a little crushed.

These are a guardian’s growing pains, real adulthood is understanding that duty is duty even when it’s not in line with your own desires. Most guardians grow out of it, they do their job, they learn to take pride in their work, even if it’s less glamorous than the stories promised. Some though, start to go sour, start to curdle inside, until their own dreams and ambitions engulf their duty. Some simply run off, assign themselves to a charge they feel is more fitting than the one assigned by fate. These rarely end well- you cannot be servant to two masters, and the call towards their true charge never stops. But once in a while, the guardian starts to turn against their charge, sabotaging them in small ways, manipulating them, trying to force them into being the charge they dreamed of, maybe even convincing themselves that the trials and hardships they put their charge through are the same as protecting them- they’re making them stronger, better, more than they were before, making them Truly Worthy. Such dynamics tend to escalate until one or both of them is destroyed.

Humility is the most cherished trait in guardian society- it has to be, for a race that obsessively puts other things and creatures ahead of themselves, pride is the most dangerous of all poisons.

When the label becomes too constricting, reject it.
Abandon it at sea. Burn every flag that bears its colors.
Divorce yourself from girlhood so completely
that you start to hate it. (Hate them: those women
who wear femininity like it fits them, who do not fear
their softness, who paint themselves in pretty pink.)
Wear the moniker ‘one of the boys’ and ignore the way
it chafes. Here, you will never be rejected
for not being sweet enough, but you will always
a strange and sexless thing.
 
So chase the opposite of all things girlish.
When you do not want them, make yourself want them.
In this wave of misogynistic teenage rebellion,
better to have and hate the boy things than
admit yourself woman.
 
When you’ve worn yourself thin from the fight,
pick your girlhood up. Brush the dust from it,
and watch the girlthings cling to your chest like
frightened children.
 
Forgive them.
God, forgive them.
—  A GUIDE FOR WHEN YOUR TEENAGE INTERNALIZED MISOGYNY IS ROOTED IN GENDER CRISIS by Ashe Vernon
To anyone who says that they are "glorifying obesity"

Your rolls are not “glorious”

Sweat trapped under rolls is not good.

Stretch marks are natural, but when they are bold purple, and painful and tearing, its because your skin was not meant to expand so much, so quickly.

Neither are chafed thighs, red and raw just because of walking around too much, without coverings. Maybe because it’s summer and you got a new bathing suit. Maybe a dress or skirt. Its uncomfortable for a reason.

A bad diet very often will give you bad acne, which means that when you sweat, it stings badly.

Your knees hurting because you have trouble carrying the extra weight on your body, which was not meant to be there, is also for a reason.


Take time to notice that none of this is created by a “fat phobic” society.
This is your body telling you to STOP.
Stop eating so much .
To lose weight , you don’t need a gym or expensive foods.
Just think about what you put into your body.
Don’t treat your body like a trash bin.

Unhealthy foods aren’t “bad”, its just that they are treats, which you don’t need every day.

Drink water regularly, count the soda as a treat, because it’s not free of calories.


Lastly, stop pushing this shitty mentality that its OKAY TO GIVE UP ON YOURSELF TO CHILDREN.
A decent percentage of users on here are children!
This site is 13+

They have enough to deal with without fucking ADULTS telling them to inflict this pain on themselves.

Because they were “meant to be fat”.

Because they can not change it.

Cut that crap out.

They deserve better than living like that.

listening to men talk about sex is so confusing.  why do you care so much about how long you last?  why do you think about un-arousing things in order to last longer??  is it to brag to your friends?  is it because you think it makes sex more enjoyable for women?  i don’t know a single woman that would prefer “my partner thinks about dying kittens in order to last forty minutes” over “my partner is emotionally present, paying attention to me, and we both enjoy five minutes of sex”.  you don’t need to saw away for half an hour so she can experience the Wonders of Vaginal Chafing

anonymous asked:

what did youngin' keef look like? Did he always have thicc leggies?

keith was the kid in school who would stay back in the locker rooms before gym class after all the kids leave so he could put deodorant on the insides of his legs to prevent horrible chafing from the horrendous gym shorts

5

Jamie followed me up to my chamber, and somewhat to my surprise, came in after me. The surprise vanished when he shut the door and immediately shed his shirt. I had forgotten the dressing, which I had been meaning to remove for the last two days. 

“I’ll be glad to get this off,” he said, rubbing at the rayon and linen harness arrangement under his arm. “It’s been chafing me for days.” 

“I’m surprised you didn’t take it off yourself, then,” I said, reaching up to untie the knots. 

“I was afraid to, after the scolding ye gave me when you put the first one on,” he said, grinning impudently down at me. “Thought I’d get my bum smacked if I touched it.” 

“You’ll get it smacked now, if you don’t sit down and keep still,” I answered, mock-stern. I put both hands on his good shoulder and, a little unsteadily, pulled him down onto the bedroom stool.

I slipped the harness off and carefully probed the shoulder joint. It was still slightly swollen, with some bruising, but thankfully I could find no evidence of torn muscles. 

“If you were so anxious to get rid of it, why didn’t you let me take it off for you yesterday afternoon?” His behavior at the paddock had puzzled me then, and did so still more, now that I could see the patches of reddened skin where the rough edges of the linen bandages had rubbed him nearly raw. I lifted the dressing cautiously, but all was well beneath. 

He glanced sidelong at me, then looked down a bit sheepishly. “Well, it’s— ah, it’s only that I didna want to take my shirt off before Alec.” 

“Modest, are you?” I asked dryly, making him raise his arm to test the extension of the joint. He winced slightly at the movement, but smiled at the remark. 

“If I were, I should hardly be sittin’ half-naked in your chamber, should I? No, it’s the marks on my back.” Seeing my raised eyebrows, he went on to explain. “Alec knows who I am— I mean, he’s heard I was flogged, but he’s not seen it. And to know something like that is no the same as seein’ it wi’ your own eyes.” He felt the sore shoulder tentatively, eyes turned away. He frowned at the floor. “It’s— maybe you’ll not know what I mean. But when you know a man’s suffered some harm, it’s only one of the things you know about him, and it doesna make much difference to how ye see him. Alec knows I’ve been flogged, like he knows I’ve red hair, and it doesna matter to how he treats me.” He looked up then, searching for some sign of understanding from me

“But when you see it yourself, it’s like”— he hesitated, looking for words—“ it’s a bit … personal, maybe, is what I mean. I think … if he were to see the scars, he couldna see me anymore without thinking of my back. And I’d be able to see him thinking of it, and that would make me remember it, and—” He broke off, shrugging. 

“Well. That’s a poor job of explaining, no? I daresay I’m too tender-minded about it, in any case. After all, I canna see it for myself; perhaps it’s not as bad as I think.” I had seen wounded men making their way on crutches down the street, and the people passing them with averted eyes, and I thought it was not at all a bad job of explanation. 

“You don’t mind my seeing your back?” 

“No, I don’t.” He sounded mildly surprised, and paused a moment to think about it. “I suppose … it’s that ye seem to have a knack for letting me know you’re sorry for it, without makin’ me feel pitiful about it.

He sat patiently, not moving as I circled behind him and inspected his back. I didn’t know how bad he thought it was, but it was bad enough. Even by candlelight and having seen it once before, I was appalled. Before, I had seen only the one shoulder. The scars covered his entire back from shoulders to waist. While many had faded to little more than thin white lines, the worst formed thick silver wedges, cutting across the smooth muscles. I thought with some regret that it must have been quite a beautiful back at one time. His skin was fair and fresh, and the lines of bone and muscle were still solid and graceful, the shoulders flat and square-set and the backbone a smooth, straight groove cut deep between the rounded columns of muscle that rose on either side of it.

Jamie was right too. Looking at this wanton damage, I could not avoid a mental picture of the process that had caused it. I tried not to imagine the muscular arms raised, spread-eagled and tied, ropes cutting into wrists, the coppery head pressed hard against the post in agony, but the marks brought such images all too readily to mind. Had he screamed when it was done? I pushed the thought hastily away. I had heard the stories that trickled out of postwar Germany, of course, of atrocities much worse than this, but he was right; hearing is not at all the same as seeing. 

Involuntarily, I reached out, as though I might heal him with a touch and erase the marks with my fingers. He sighed deeply, but didn’t move as I traced the deep scars, one by one, as though to show him the extent of the damage he couldn’t see. I rested my hands at last lightly on his shoulders in silence, groping for words.

He placed his own hand over mine, and squeezed lightly in acknowledgment of the things I couldn’t find to say. 

“There’s worse has happened to others, lass,” he said quietly. Then he let go and the spell was broken

“It feels as though it’s healing well,” he said, trying to look sideways at the wound in his shoulder. “It doesna pain me much.” 

“That’s good,” I said, clearing my throat of some obstruction that seemed to have lodged there. “It is healing well; it’s scabbed over nicely, and there’s no drainage at all. Just keep it clean, and don’t use the arm more than you must for another two or three days.” I patted the undamaged shoulder, signifying dismissal. He put his shirt back on without assistance, tucking the long tails down into the kilt.

There was an awkward moment as he paused by the door, seeking something to say in farewell. Finally, he invited me to come to the stable next day and see a newborn foal. I promised that I would, and we said good night, both speaking together. We laughed and nodded absurdly to each other as I shut the door. I went at once to bed and fell asleep in a winey haze, to dream unsettling dreams that I would not recall come morning.

1.03 The Way Out

Why young people should vote in 2016
  • Recent graduates: You're heading into the workforce or will be come the end of the next term. The next presidency will be your chance to receive the future you want to have.
  • New parents: Giving your children all they need is what you want. Give them a world they are excited to enter at the end of their 13 years of public education.
  • Children of immigrants: The current system is broken and I have heard it from both parties. You are their voice on how it can be fixed for future immigrants.
  • People with part-time jobs: You have likely faced capitalism at its worst. Your opinions on issues such as minimum wage and healthcare are relevant and need to be heard.
  • All youth: You are NOT retiring/facing death by 2020. This is YOUR life we're about to vote for.

Wait.  The big game-changer, the weapon that would have won the war…is a glorified hole-punch.

This is nonsensical.

Sure, the weapon is focused towards this purpose, but I have a hard time believing that, in a war for their freedom and an entire planet’s survival, the Crystal Gems never shattered an enemy gem–or that it was really all that difficult to do so.  Amethyst cracked her gem by falling on a pointy rock.  Garnet punches harder than the impact that cracked Amethyst; she’s just polite.

If this is what pushed Rose to take down Bismuth–and it looks like that’s what the episode is pointing to–then the conflict wasn’t over the actual lethality of the weapon, but over the philosophy.  Rose most likely had a policy of not killing their opponents unless it was absolutely necessary.  Bubbles are a thing, and can be taught.  Bismuth, back upstairs, was talking about how Rose never used the sword to shatter a gem; it seems like she was chafing against Rose’s insistence on nonlethal combat.  Which is fair, I think; an enemy who gets back up is an enemy who kills more of your friends, and Garnet has said that many gems died in the war.  I doubt Homeworld had much compunction about killing rebel gems, especially since we saw a gem crusher in one of their own ships.

It looks like Bismuth showed Rose this weapon and Rose decided she’d crossed a line.  Maybe she thought this would make them too much like Homeworld, maybe she just found the idea of a weapon whose purpose was expressly destroying a Gem to be repugnant; I assume I’ll find out shortly.  But…the notion that this was somehow different in capability from the other weapons Bismuth had built, that somehow none of the other smashing weapons we saw on the battlefield could destroy a gem?  Nonsensical.

I really love that the reason Kylo hates Finn is not because he’s a good guy, or that he’s with the Resistance; it’s that Finn existence is a personal spit in the eye. Kylo’s envy makes all of their interactions feel very personal and Finn (just like Rey) serves as both a parallel and antithesis. 

  • Finn was able to break free of the First Order on his own. Kylo can not.
  • Finn was having doubts, doubts that could be read plain as day from the guy who senses emotions and thoughts. Kylo decided to let him go, a moment of clear weakness not out of suspecting that the threat was minuscule, but instead from some form of compassion that Kylo grapples with later.
  • Finn represents the son Han wishes he had. Probably another huge chafe for Kylo since Finn is also the one who brings Han to Starkiller. 

I’m surprised that more hasn’t been written about these two. I don’t think they’ll have too much screen time together in Ep 8, but Ep 9 is such foreign frontiers that it could be really fascinating.