♫ it’s going down, i’m yelling Simba ♫
IT’S BEEN 20 YEARS
WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS BEEN 20 YEARS
oh my god…
i yelled in protest and woke up my mom and am in trouble now how the fuck has it been 20 years no i’m old
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.
It would mean the world to me if you took a few minutes to read this..
Let’s start with picture #1: Somewhere along the way, I was taught that tan skin was pretty skin and pretty girls had tan skin. So last summer I decided that I wanted to be one of these pretty tan girl. As you can see, I ended up pretty tan for a blonde, blue-eyed girl. It was the tamest I’ve ever been. This came about by working out in the sun all summer (forgetting sunscreen most days) and occasional visits to the local tanning bed. A few weeks after I took this picture I realized something was wrong. A mole by my collarbone that I had for as long as I could remember, had started changing shape. I decided it was better to be safe than sorry, so off to my doctor I went. She decided to take a biopsy and said it was probably nothing to worry about. A few weeks later I got a phone call telling me I had to come back in.
Picture #2: After countless doctor and specialist appointments, I found out that I did NOT have skin cancer. But what I did find out, was that the mole I had was in the stages of turning into it. I was in the ‘precancer’ stage and they wanted to get everything out before that changed. So for a mole not bigger than a pinky fingernail, they cut me 6.5 cm wide, 3 cm across, and 3 cm deep, then sewed me all up. They took no chances and wanted to make sure every bit of that mole was gone. And that’s how I ended up with picture #2.
I cannot even imagine what it would’ve been like if I actually had skin cancer… I hope I’ll never have to find out. I also hope none of you have to find out. This is why I am absolutely begging you all, everyone of you not to tan. Or at the very least, stay out of tanning bed. Also make sure to pay attention to your skin and if you notice any changes get to the doctor ASAP.
I am now about 5 shades lighter than I was in that picture. And I am totally fine with that, because you know what’s prettier than tan skin? Healthy skin. You only have one chance with your skin, take care of it.
I’ve often thought about tanning, but not too much due to my very pale and fair skin. People always ask me, “why don’t you tan?” “are you going to tan?’ and my favorite, “you’re so pale you should tan!”.
What they don’t understand is that I don’t want to risk my life for a few months of being tan. I’d rather just enjoy being in my skin than making an appointment to change it.
Why you never go into a tanning bed and you always wear sun screen. I hate being pale, but my mom and my grandpa both had and have skin cancer and it is not something to take chances with and I’ve seen what it can do. Take care of your skin
the ones with vaginas and faces that breath oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide that pique my interests physically intellectually emotionally and conversationally
Read this. Read it again. Print it into your memory. Say it out loud.
You’ll look better in the wedding photos having only lost 5-10lbs through healthy weightloss and exercise and water drinking happy times than you would if you lost 40lbs.
“May I ask why you felt little Tiffany deserved to die?”
I’m pretty sure this is why Tumblr gave us photosets.
To this day, I still have absolutely no idea if he actually did the right thing by shooting little Tiffany. His story was very convincing…
I totally bought that he was right.
I always though this was about not demonizing people based on how they look, instead focussing on what they do.
THAT’S RIGHT AGENT J
Don’t shame the girls who sent pictures of themselves half-naked to their significant others as a way to express eroticism which is healthy and natural… give the people hell who think it’s okay to destroy someone’s trust and distribute those images simply for entertainment purposes.
Say it again. I don’t think they got it the first time. Too much truth.