i’ve used this quite a few times. they’re incredibly helpful.
I almost worked for this site my freshman year, but I couldn’t afford the training session. But I 100% support this organization and know that this service is beautiful and necessary to many out there.
Reblogged from vitalityattack, 20,999 notes, May 7, 2013
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Cake or
collar bonesdry thinning hair??Pizza or
a thigh gapdry peeling skin??
Ice cream orhip bonesdull eyes??
Food ora nice bodydeath??
Think before youeatencourage others to throw their lives away by posting your pro-ana shit all over the internet where vulnerable naive teenagers can read and imitate your illness that you don’t even possess.this needs more notes
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Reblogged from id0l--ofr0ses, 149,031 notes, March 25, 2013
…when I saw so many people blaming a girl who drank so much that she passed out and was raped multiple times after when I commented on the story on my facebook page this morning.
I had to issue this statement that I think should really be taken to heart:
Im super disappointed in so many of you slut shaming a girl who was sexually assaulted when she was passed out drunk.
Its not as some of you put it “Blaming the sharks when a person jumps into a shark tank”. The only way that is true is if ALL MEN RAPE WOMEN ALWAYS. How dare a girl who thought that she was surrounded by friends who would protect her drink alcohol.
Reevaluate your views on life. Too many people blame the victims. I hope nothing like this ever happens to you, your daughter, your sister, your friends and you dont have to learn that the hard way.
If she cant say yes, thats a no.
Reblogged from defranco, 2,258 notes, March 13, 2013
Let me tell you, ladies and gentlemen… being thin DOES NOT mean your life is just automatically better, that you’ll ALWAYS be happy, or that you’re somehow some goddess of beauty.
I’ve been “underweight” for my entire life.
My first day of school in kindergarten, my mom was interrogated by “concerned” parents. … “Do you feed your daughter?” or “is she normally that skinny?”
Throughout my childhood, people would ask, “are you anorexic or something? I bet you’re bulimic”. This isn’t a compliment. It makes me feel like you’re saying that I don’t believe that I’m beautiful, that you don’t see me as beautiful, and that I look down on anyone that weighs more than me. I have spent years trying to prove that I’m not self-hating, not trying to be skinnier, and not concerned about my weight. Somewhere around middle school, I actually had to sort of train myself to avoid the bathroom (even if I had to pee) for 2-3 hours after eating to make sure nobody actually thought I was making myself puke up my meal. I do it unconsciously now. Throwing up is actually on my list of phobias, on the top 3 (next to spiders… I’m not really afraid of needles anymore, thanks to IV class).
I’m like a teenage boy, I have to eat as much as possible all of the time. I’m hypoglycemic, so if I don’t eat every two hours or so, I get extremely grouchy, exhausted, and irritable.
EVERY SINGLE TIME I go to my doctor’s office, she comments on my weight. “oh, you’re still the same weight. How many meals per day do you eat?” *concerned expression* I feel like I’m being INTERROGATED because it’s in my genetic code to be thin. Two words: Fast metabolism.
My doctor finally did find out that I have a digestive issue… I’m gluten and dairy intolerant. People tend to want to encourage me to eat all of the time, so when they offer me food and I have to deny, the look they give is so… judgmental.
I explain, “I’m sorry, that actually used to be one of my favorite foods and it looks and smells SO GOOD, you have no idea, but I’m gluten and dairy intolerant.” They think I’m on this diet to LOSE WEIGHT. Almost every time, they say… “oh, so THAT’S why you’re so skinny!” … no.
I tell them, I’m on this diet because it is actually supposed to help me GAIN weight. And it is! The intolerance means that my body has been unable to properly absorb some vital nutrients! Don’t get me wrong though, my whole family looks like this. My mom was 90 lbs when she got married and she doesn’t have a single health problem.
People used to always watch what I was eating, and would scoff if I left anything behind.
I had a friend who suffered from an eating disorder and she starved herself to try to get to my size. She copied everything I did to try to get the same results. It broke my heart when I found out.
Hurtful things that have been said to me because I have a fast metabolism:
- Nobody wants to fuck a bag of coat hangers
- Nobody can cuddle with a stack of bones
- You call me beautiful but you don’t understand because you’re skinny.
- You don’t actually think I’m pretty (this is when I compliment someone that complains to me about weight). You’re skinny.
- Are you anorexic or something?
- oooooh, so THAT’S why you’re so skinny
- I’ll carry this, I don’t want you to break.
- I’m going to feed you a pound cake a day until you gain some weight.
- Girl, you need some MEAT on your bones.
- Why don’t you just try to eat more?
- REAL women have curves.
- If you want boobs, just gain some weight! It’s that simple!
- Why don’t you fill out your training bra? You’re supposed to be able to fill the whole cup.
- You don’t need a diet, you’re skinny enough as it is!!
- Here, take my food. You look like you’re dying.
- You’re lucky, you can get anything you want at any store!
- You must be size 0! (actually, no. I have HIPS. I can’t even squeeze in to a size 0)
I’ve been interrogated, devalued, and unappreciated for most of my life simply because I’m thin. THIS IS THE WAY I WAS BORN. I truly think that women of all shapes and sizes are beautiful, but somehow, when I compliment heavier women, they don’t think I’m NOT being genuine.
Even with all of this, I still think I’m beautiful. I still love my body. I still appreciate myself and make sure my body is in balance.
Ladies, Gentlemen… “Skinny is beautiful” is an unrealistic standard set by the media. Being thin, again, does not mean you’ll be happy. It does not mean you’ll be accepted.
ACCEPT YOURSELF, LOVE YOURSELF, TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF. Only then will you be happy, healthy, and even accepted by other people’s standards. If you’re trying to impress people that are pushing you to unrealistic standards, THEY ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS.
I used to struggle with myself. I used to think that because of my thinness, I looked like a terminally ill patient and that I wasn’t a real woman because I didn’t have an ample bosom or sexy curves, or meaty thighs.
I fought through that self doubt IMPOSED BY OTHER PEOPLES’ MISPLACED JEALOUSIES AND UNREALISTIC STANDARDS. I am BEAUTIFUL as I am, because this is how I was made to be. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL THE WAY YOU ARE, BECAUSE THAT IS THE WAY YOU WERE MADE TO BE.
WE ARE ALL DIFFERENT!
The secret to beauty? SELF CONFIDENCE!!!!!!
again, I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!! If your “Friends” are telling you that you aren’t pretty, or if you’d be pretty if you did this or that, or you need to lose/gain weight… THESE PEOPLE ARE NOT YOUR FRIENDS. THEY WILL NEVER BE TRUE FRIENDS. AND THEY WILL NEVER HELP YOU BE HAPPY.
STAND STRONG IN WHO YOU ARE!!!! LOVE YOURSELF!!!! LOVE OTHERS!!! TAKE HOLD OF WHAT YOU HAVE AND OWN IT!
The Problem With Skinny Bashing - Article
Reblogged from stophatingyourbody, 25,647 notes, February 21, 2013
Recently I’ve noticed all of my time is spent either at work or class (normal) or otherwise in my room sitting on my computer either playing a game in a rather boring manner or just aimlessly browsing the internet. I have also noticed that I’m not as “witty” and my brain not as sharp as it used to be. I am not sure of the reason for this, but I would like to change it. I need outside stimulation. I need something out of this daily Kevin routine bubble I’ve put myself in. I think I can do this now because I’m aware of it. I have all the means to do so, I just need to do it. I do have the time, even if I don’t think I do. I can make time to do what I want to do.
So let’s do it.
0 notes, January 31, 2013
About three things I was absolutely positive. First, I had a pokemon. Second, there was a part of me - and I didn’t know how dominant that part might be - that wanted to be the very best, like no one ever was. Third, Gary Oak was unconditionally and irrevocably a douchenozzle.
Reblogging for the comment
How old are you?
“ten”
How long have you been ten?
“…”
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN TEN
Misty looked at Ash, his breathing still heavy from carrying her on his bike as fast as he could through the long grass outside of Pallet Town.
“You’re eyes are impossibly huge and black,” Misty said. “Your hair is… incredibly pointy, and doesn’t need product. Your face changes size and shape based on your feelings… and sometimes you speak like - like you’re from the 90’s. You never spend money on anything; you don’t go to the bathroom.”
The silence hung there, thick and heavy like a Snorlax blocking the bike path.
“How old are you?” Misty asked, not sure if she wanted to know.
“Ten,” Ash replied, with a slight smirk and an almost amused tone.
Misty new that wasn’t true. Ash wasn’t like the other boys her age. He wasn’t even like her older sisters who ran the gym in Cerulean City. He was wiser and his passion was genuine.
Ash didn’t just want to catch them all, he needed to. He was going to be the best there ever was no matter how long it took, which gave Misty this nagging in the back of her mind. She had to know for sure.
“How long have you been ten?” she asked. Her voice weak, knowing full well the answer could change everything she thought she knew.
“A while…” Ash said. His voice trailing off, as if he were losing himself in a flood of memories.
Misty let out a faint gasp. She knew now. She was certain.
“I know what you are,” she declared, as if whatever had been holding her back from accepting the truth, finally let go of her hand and let her fall right down the Diglett hole.
Ash eyes were alive now, flickering like the flame on a Charmander’s tale.
He stared right into her and said, ”Say it… out loud. Say it.”
Misty’s heart was pounding louder than the thud of a Marowak’s bone club attack.
Despite the now eerily silent meadow, she could barely be heard as she whispered, “Pokemon Trainer.”
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Reblogged from crolly19, 259,890 notes, January 30, 2013
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Chiodos Song Of The Day: “To Trixie and Reptile, Thanks For Everything”
Random Fact: The name of this track is actually very personal to both Brad & Craig. They both had rekindled long time love affairs at the same time, and ended up using both of the girls nicknames in the song title. The nickname Reptile was given to Brad’s girl because her skin was always so cold. The nickname Trixie was given to Craig’s girl because of the movie Problem Child 2, and Craig’s nickname in the relationship was Junior - because they were both quite the troublemakers.
Standout Lyrics: ”If you believed what you felt you would be in love.”
Chiodos Song Of The Day - Pirates & Rebels.
This track is a very old b-side, one recorded right out of high school. It was recorded in between our records “The Heartless Control Everything” & “All’s Well That Ends Well”.
Random Fact: This track was record before Jason & Derrick entered the band. Also, “Pirates & Rebels” was a self created drinking game by the band. Further proof, that we make our own rules.
Stand Out Lyrics: “We’ll make death so proud, our corpses lay in cold. Hand in hand, we will be warm. And, we’ll make death proud to take us.”
my friend just told me that metal music is called that
because
metal
is
heavier
than
rock
Reblogged from dkleto, 73,742 notes, January 11, 2013
OH MY FUCKING GOD
HOYL SHIT
ohmyfuckkk
OMSF
Goodbye social life.
CAN I JUST FUCKING
Always reblog.
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Reblogged from iheartpokemon, 190,790 notes, January 11, 2013
Today’s song is: “Bulls Make Money, Bears Make Money, Pigs Get Slaughtered.” from our 2007 release “Bone Palace Ballet”.
Random Fact: This song title came from a guy named Angel, our original a&r guy that found us on the mean streets of Flint, MI. He also was responsible for naming other Chiodos tracks like Undertaker & Baby.
Standout lyrics: “you’re wearing your skin like it’s too tight.” & ” in a world where every girl wants to be a model.. what’s wrong babe? did daddy not give you enough attention? “.
WHAT SORRY
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