Meditation also really helps me. It’s part of my many, many pronged mental health regimen. Mood tracking, journaling, having a consistent sleep schedule, etc have all put me in a better mental state than I’ve ever been. It always feels really cheesy and new age-y, but it is useful.

I should’ve specified, but I haven’t taken psychiatric meds beyond xanax. I’ve been far too afraid of the side effects, since I get unbearable side effects from almost anything.

I should have specified, but the only psychiatric med I’ve ever taken is xanax, since I’ve been too afraid to try anything else. When I said I’ve had bad luck with meds, I mean that even run of the mill pain meds and birth control have really messed me up.

I don’t post very often, but I’m honestly not sure where else I can ask about mental health without sounding needy. So, I’ve been in therapy for a solid decade and have been working my way through anxiety disorders (panic disorder, GAD, SAD) and depression. It turns out that i have bipolar disorder and that my anxiety…

I also love her makeup line and I just recently fell in love with her bright colored superbrow pomade, which there seems to be no substitute for :(

It is amazing how much authority people think they have over your body as soon as you’re fat. I’m really resentful of this shift towards “health” because before, when everything was dieting to be thin, people just told me I was a hideous beast; the comments that I’m dying etc are a direct outgrowth of this “wellness”…

It is terrible, but I think the thing that makes it worse is that it isn’t just men. I also get typical catcalling and that’s only ever men, but the number of women willing to yell at me on the street to tell me I should die is extra disheartening

I haven’t watched it yet, but the description of the catcalling scene in this article sounded really normal? I’m a size 18/20 and I get mooed/oinked at...probably every other month or so? Not infrequently, people will yell that I’m killing myself by being fat and that they’ll be glad when I’m dead

I hate getting my hair cut because no one will ever realistically tell me what kind of cut will work on my hair type. My hair is wavy and voluminous, but very thin and with a texture similar to cotton candy. Worse, I’ve had my hair burnt off by bleach because the stylist forgot how thin my hair is. So I just cut my…

NM isn’t a red state, just poor and rural.

I mean, I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to watch anything with Aziz in it again, so it might be useful polling information. At the same time, what he did is no where on the level of the other men mentioned, but the banal awfulness of it is still really shitty.

I usually assume that if something is marked “vegan” it probably has something I can’t eat in it. It is amazing how much coconut oil is in every single vegan thing

Except a lot of those people are teenage girls who think starving themselves isn’t a big deal and don’t know any better. But hey, who cares, right?

I mean, normalizing that kind of product does make it a lot easier for people who are actually starving themselves to blend in and seem like they don’t have a problem

I don’t have any vegan friends, but every dinner party has to be vegetarian, gluten free, nightshade free, and without avocados, mango, or coconut. I can’t say its not a challenge, but its not an intense burden either

Wow, I’m surprised you have any friends.

Our Fake History is so satisfying and entertaining. I only hope—desperately hope—that he does not do more episode about Tokugawa Japan because the way he says “Ieyasu” makes me flinch. every. single. time.

There’s a local chain of paleta stores in my city and they make everything. They have all the classic fruit and chili flavors, but also ones that are basically ice cream. I’m partial to the cookies n cream paleta done smores style (with toasted marshmallow, graham cracker, and dark chocolate drizzle). Its heavenly

I found it really boring. It didn’t help that I hate looking at Chris Pratt’s face, but the only compelling characters were a tree and a raccoon.

As someone who does have sensory issues and who grew up in a desert, NYC is the most overstimulating place ever. Every single second is like being at the mall at 5pm on Christmas Eve. Even indoors in an apartment, its too much. The feeling of never, ever being alone at all is terrible. My best friend used to live in…