saabaru92x
theformerartyfarty
saabaru92x

I agree with you, but I have to say, it’s easier said than done to truly believe that those comments are their problems and not yours. Because they actually do become your problem, in that you have to see, hear, read that shit, decide to ignore it, delete, etc. It takes a conscious effort to block that noise out.

I think a lot of people do equate skinniness with happiness. They work and suffer and try and obsess so that they can get to a size or weight where they think ‘happiness’ lives. And some of them manage to do that. So they think they’ve ‘earned’ their happiness. They ‘earned’ that boyfriend (who would dump them in a

Fat AND happy here. I’m just a few years and a few pounds more than you. I love fashion and have clothing, shoes, and accessories that I love and tend to err to the side of “dressy” in most situations. I love to wear makeup and try out new hairstyles. I am also pretty outgoing and a performer. My skinny to average

most places I’ve seen it’s 14+. 12 is that awkward size where you can’t shop at the plus size store but can’t wear half the clothes at the regular store. (I am anywhere from 10-12 depending on fit and it's frustrating)

I’m so happy that there are so many more options for plus sized ladies now...I just wish there was a store that made it easy for women who are not straight up and down to find outfits that fit their body shapes.

Honestly I think sometimes you and I are like those Maury NJ twins because this is me.

Yes. Yes, they will.

My step-mother is also an alcoholic and narcissist. I completely understand the need to please and to make everything seem “okay.” I have yet to break away, so kudos to you. xo

Best thing my birth thing ever did was to abandon me at a year old. Sure, if I hadn’t annoyed the neighbors with my crying I could have died since she never came back and locked the deadbolt behind her...

My mother is an alcoholic, compulsive-spender-hoarder narcissist. I finally went no contact with her last year and this will be my first mother’s day not acknowledging her. It’s tough because there is always an innate desire to please, to be a good person to your mother. But when it just gets thrown in your face and

Hey Jezzies.

Reminder, because apparently this is necessary: there is not enough information here to diagnose this woman with a mental illness. The mentally ill are no more likely to be violent than the general population. You’re at best buying into and at worst actively propagating stigma when you make comments about how this

This seems to be more about body shaming than maxi dress hating.

Bleach changed my life. I legit went from listening to NKOTB to Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails. Grunge was everything I felt inside put out into the open. Cobain was uniquely talented and I treasure the music still, but he was also a deeply troubled person. I agree that the posthumous piling on of accolades has

I guess you could... but ew, Soundgarden.

OMG YAAAAS YASSSSSSS TO EVERY IDIOT COMMENTER WHO KEPT SAYING SHE WAS JUST OVERLINING HER LIPS I AM SINGING DASHBOARD’S VINDICATED AND DANCING AROUND THIS AIRPORT TERMINAL ALSO I AM PROBABLY VERY DRUNK

On behalf of my friends in Atlanta, Bowling Green, and San Antonio...

I am a mythical bearded lady (thanks, PCOS!) and I shave every day. Otherwise I grow a fab beard.

it sure is a weird euphemism for vagina