How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.

Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.

If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:

“You look so healthy!” is a great one.

Or how about, “you’re looking so strong.”

“I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”

Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.

Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.

Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.

Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.

Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.

Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.

Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.

Teach your daughter how to cook kale.

Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.

Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.

Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.

Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.

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sketchmocha:

Too cute

sketchmocha:

Too cute

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owlturdcomix:

One more month.

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Here we are at rock bottom.
Then again when ever were we not?
I cannot even remember a time
When I could bear to look you in the eye without wanting to spit up your half of my blood,
When guilt didn’t swallow me whole because I couldn’t bring myself to speak to you,
When I didn’t hate myself for hating you.

And jeez, I thought I had forgiven you,
But it looks like I was only trying to hide away the scars you left,
Because you didn’t dig out the splinters,
No, you didn’t dare try.
You chose the voices in your head over us,
Instead chose not to give a damn about anything other than your “work”.
You were a coward,
The same one that stares back at me everytime I look in the mirror.
Oh, you left my flesh to rot,
And God, did it hurt.

I’ve tried to understand,
I have, I have, I have,
But I guess I’m still a kid ‘cause I just can’t.
‘Cause I never gave up,
Not once did I think you were a lost cause.
But you, you gave up on us.
Sure, we aren’t the best kids,
In fact, we’re far from it.
But has it ever crossed your mind,
That maybe there was something you could do to show us that you cared even the slightest?

Mother started filling out the paperwork,
Don’t get me wrong, I tried to stop her,
I swear I tried but she sat me down
And told me what you said.
I wish she hadn’t because ignorance is more blissful than I have ever known.
Then I looked at her,
Really saw her for probably the first time and she was dying.
Yes, you were killing her
And I would not stand for that.
I had to let you go.

So let me burn in hell,
But heaven forbid that we destroy what few ties we have left
By dragging this out.
Let me tell you, it was not easy tearing you from my bones,
And you’ll never see this but I want to say that I still won’t be giving up.
I will not be the coward you are.
One day you will be healed,
Maybe finally come to your senses,
But until then, we’ll be okay without a father.
You weren’t much of one to begin with, anyway.

"to the man who married my mother"


EVERYBODY LOOK AT THIS

EVERYBODY LOOK AT THIS

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jacobesse:

Shit about to go down in my speech textbook.

jacobesse:

Shit about to go down in my speech textbook.

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Q
I want so badly to be deep. I want so badly to be poetic, to stare at sunsets, to drink black coffee at 2 AM. I want to wear daisy chains in my hair and dance in the rain and love so hard it makes every bone in my body ache. I want so badly to be deep. But I fear that I am shallow. I fear that I am just ordinary, boring, watching stupid chick flicks with my boy-crazy friends and I don't even like black coffee, and I hate the smell of people after it rains. I want to be deep. Interesting.
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backshelfpoet:

You do not have to be deep in the ways you think.

You know what’s deep? Being happy. Watching stupid chick flicks that you love with boy-crazy friends that you adore and drinking hot cocoa instead of black coffee. There is no point to subjecting yourself to things you hate, like movies that make you cry or friends that you don’t enjoy, or disgusting coffee that tastes like shit. Do the things you love. Do them a lot. Do them as often as possible. Watch all the chick-flick movies in the world and gossip about the cute boys in your classes and throw out the sucky coffee. There is nothing superficial in doing things you love. There is nothing superficial in being who you are. Yeah, maybe the girl with her hair cut short, dyed blue and pierced through, will point at you and say “look at her shallow chick flicks and her shallow friends and her shallow triple chocolate macchiato.” But fuck that. You are doing what you love, and if she cannot look at your smile and admire that, she’s missing the point. Maybe chick flicks and boy-crazy friends and macchiatos aren’t her thing, but they’re yours. There is nothing wrong with that.

Be you. That’s all you need.

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tallestsilver:

ruinlion:

MY ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN A LIE

DUDE

tallestsilver:

ruinlion:

MY ENTIRE LIFE HAS BEEN A LIE

DUDE

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Cinema should make you forget you are sitting in a theater.
Roman Polanski (via leepace)

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hetaliaobsessedequestrian:

down-forward-ppp:

paln-k:

meeglots:

sugarlocked:

sa-chi:

brainbubblegum:

turntechgoddamnit:

exaltedhaze:

I really like Jupiter’s design.

omg jupiter is a kawaii papa

Uranus is extremely surly from all the butt jokes everyone is making about him

oh jupiter! 

Pluto…..

I’ve reblogged this before, but I like it so much :D

aw Jupiter!

Mars looks kinda like Ganondorf …

But look at Pluto!

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There are so many reasons why I love this

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A Letter To This Country’s Education

I hate that I’m conforming
To your ridiculous rules,
This unreasonable culture.
You eat away at me,
Steal the light from my eyes,
Those that once held promise, curiosity, progression.
Still, your people ask us
No, demand
That we smile a little,
Without giving us a single reason to,
Saying we’re making their jobs difficult.
Four years and counting
And no, I’m not done yet
But I’m at that point where I can’t remember the difference
Between respect and submission.
And now four years feels like a lifetime
Of memorization,
Mechanization,
Systematization.
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it.
And what’s worse?
I lack the willpower to stop it.



The members imitating Minzy’s selca habit.

The members imitating Minzy’s selca habit.

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