GLORY &GOLD

spockisinthetardis:

titleknown:

Tumblr, may I offer you a pug in this trying time?

oh my g od

(via catsarebetterthangod)

stability:

a work of art

(via ruinedchildhood)

"

I probably do not
occupy
the type of space you think I should.

My thick thighs
and
loud voice
are only allowed to show themselves
in the private space of your bedroom
when your mother isn’t home.

Crop tops
and
my stomach
go hand in hand
when it is your hands
doing the touching,
but only
behind
closed doors.

I probably do not
occupy
the type of space you think I should.

Fat girls are told
we must have curves in the right places
and if we don’t,
we might as well cover up now
because modesty
is the closet thing to beautiful
a fat girl can get.

But
modesty is no match for the fourteen year old girl
who was told that she was a vision,
but only in the dark.

For the eighteen year old
Who was told she didn’t have the body
college men would want.

Or for the twenty year old woman
Who is repeatedly told that since she shed some weight
She can maybe
Finally
Find a partner.

No.
Modesty is no match for me.

I probably do not
occupy
the type of space you think I should.

I do not occupy
the space between your sheets
and your mattress.
You cannot enjoy my thick thighs
and loud voice
and soft stomach
if all you want to do afterwards
is hide me.

I occupy
all of the places I sit
stand
run
and lie in.
Unapologetically.

I probably do not
occupy
the type of space you think I should.

But
you are no match for me,
and I refuse to shrink myself.

"

- Sarah H., anti-modesty anthem (via opheliasmonologue)

(via fullbodiedlovin)

littlewarrior-recovering:

little reminder in case you’re thinking otherwise: no matter how shitty your day was, no matter how terrible and low you feel, no matter what you look like or what you feel like you look like, no matter how much you don’t want to, no matter what….you still need to eat. you deserve food. you are allowed to eat. eat, baby, eat.

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(Source: pr1nceshawn, via sierrr-a)