People who say sadness doesn’t hurt physically apparently never experienced feeling so sad. I’ve felt it in my legs, my jaw, my head, my quivering lips, aching eyes, and my aching chest. It hurts my chest the most because it literally feels like your heart is in pain.
This is very important if you’re ever in a situation similar this pretend that you’re dead don’t scream and @#!*%
my dad told us this if someone shoots up our school
PLEASE REMEMBER THIS
not even a joke we learned this in Police Explorers and put it on your clothing as well but go quickly because you don’t know where the person is.
i will never not reblog this
I’ve been thinking about my actions lately. Broad, I know. I’m talking about the things I used to do when I was 15 and a fat girl, and what I do now as a fat girl.
· I used to suck in my stomach all the time.
· I avoided wearing anything form-fitting, revealing, colorful, or trendy.
· I avoided tank tops and dresses.
· I wore hoodies to cover up my body.
· I wore black pants that didn’t hug my calves.
· I didn’t like to eat in front of people.
· Whenever I did go out to eat, I ordered a salad or something “healthy” because I didn’t want to be judged based on my food choices.
· I hated being called fat.
· I was on diet after diet weeks at a time.
· I hated clothes shopping because I dreaded feeling like I wasn’t able to wear things that “other girls” could wear.
· I used to make jokes about being fat as a shield so nobody else would.
· I didn’t do things I wanted to do because I didn’t want to be stared at or judged.
· I thought everybody stared at me anywhere I went.
· I thought I was ugly.
· I thought it was impossible for anybody to love my body.
None of those things apply to me now. I really started to realize these things when I was in my car the other day and I sort of sucked my stomach in to get a view of my thighs. (lol) I remembered the days where I constantly sucked my stomach in. I thought about how weird that was and how unfair it was to my body. I couldn’t even imagine doing that now. I don’t even remember if I ever felt uncomfortable. I probably was.
I literally do not give a fuck now and it is so liberating.
bmann0413 asked: 6, 13, 20, 48, 49, 70
What are you excited for?
I’m excited for Saturday.
What are you going to do Saturday night?
I’m going to be on a date.
Are you starting to realize anything?
I’m starting to realize that I can’t get bent over the small things and that I really need to start worrying about myself. Things will usually fall into place.
Do you sing in the shower?
Of course I do!
Do you dance in the car?
All the time!
Is there a profession you picture your future spouse doing?