For those who have hope or are looking for it. Or for those who look for anything. Everyone, really.

 

Girls and women of the world, could we stop apologizing for wanting and eating food? Because this is one of the most ridiculous things that we do collectively as lady-people, and not only does it annoy the shit out of me personally, but it is also INCREDIBLY SAD. Could we stop feeling “guilty” for wanting an effing brownie? Or a plate of fries? Could we stop actively seeking permission from our friends to go ahead and “be bad” and order the cheesecake? Could we all just go ahead and order whatever it is that we feel like eating, instead of saying, “Oh, I feel like a pig, you guys are just getting salads”?

Because—now I know this will come as a shock—WOMEN EAT. We get hungry. We get hungry for pizzas and Double Stuff Oreos and nachos and ice cream and giant French-toast breakfasts, and you know what? WE DON’T NEED TO FEEL BAD ABOUT THAT.

Here I am making a vast and sweeping gender stereotype, but do you ever, ever hear dudes say “I just want a little bite” or “This is so bad, you guys, but I totally ate a whole pint of Ben & Jerry’s last night”? No! Because it’s OK for men to eat! Men get hongray! Men need frozen dinners called “Hungry-Man”! Men need Manwich! Boys are allowed to grow into men, but “attractive” women in our culture are expected to stay at pretty much an eternal pre-adolescent weight. What’s society’s current ideal man look like? Fit. Big muscles. What’s society’s current ideal woman look like? Thin. Really thin. No hips. No belly. Hairless except for the head. Basically a 10-year-old girl with boobs added for sex appeal.

You see it everywhere—every café, every restaurant, every kitchen across the country. Women bargaining with waiters and friends about whether or not they should get a side salad or fries with their entrée. Women making demeaning jokes to one another about their desire for food, like “Once on the lips, forever on the hips” and “Well, it’s midnight, so technically your body doesn’t know whether it’s today or tomorrow, so the calories zero themselves out, hahaha” and women bonding with one another over their shared guilt! You’re being bad and getting the chocolate cake? Ooh, now that you’re doing it, let’s both be really bad, and I’ll order the key lime pie and we won’t tell a soul, will we? It’s just us girls!

Why are we apologizing for wanting food? What the hell? BODIES NEED FOOD. WE DIE WITHOUT IT. Food tastes good! And we’re programmed to crave it! Sure, some food is healthier than other food, but what is up with punishing ourselves for wanting pickle chips? Why is it acceptable—nay! encouraged!—in our culture for women to feel guilty and publicly “admit” our guilt for wanting to eat a cookie? Why are we rationalizing our “bad behavior”—you know, our EATING—with statements like “I’ve been really good lately” or “I’m gonna need to walk this off later”?

It makes me insane.

I want this to end.

I want women to allow themselves to want food. I want women to be hungry and ask for what they want to eat without apologizing. I want women to stop looking for permission from others before they eat something that is not a carrot or spinach. I want my friends to get the chili fries if they want the chili fries, and not say something like, “It all goes straight to my ____” (hips, thighs, butt, etc.). I want to see a girl sink her teeth into a huge cheeseburger and fries and not cut the burger in half to save some for later. I want my mother to allow herself more than one small square of dark chocolate per day. I want women to take pleasure in food, without punishing ourselves for wanting it.

Hear me, womenfolk: I want all of us, everywhere, to stop apologizing, stop rationalizing our behavior, and just eat the damn brownie already.

43-days-in:

faith-is-for-transient-people:

43-days-in:

This was the last thing you reblogged from me before you walked away, it’s ridiculous I remember everything to do with you and nothing to do with anything else.

I’ll never be walking away ever again. Never. I am going to be here forevermore, I love you so very much. You are my light, my everything. I will make sure I give you lots more better memories, I promise you. You are the most amazing, most perfect person, and I believe we were quite honestly made for each other. I can easily picture myself with you, in marriage, sharing the same house, making lots of children, growing old together and dying together. I adore you. I am never going to lose you, and I am never going to leave. You’re my past, present and future baby girl. I love you. So much.

<3

<3 My sun, my moon and my stars <3

43-days-in:

faith-is-for-transient-people:

43-days-in:

This was the last thing you reblogged from me before you walked away, it’s ridiculous I remember everything to do with you and nothing to do with anything else.

I’ll never be walking away ever again. Never. I am going to be here forevermore, I love you so very much. You are my light, my everything. I will make sure I give you lots more better memories, I promise you. You are the most amazing, most perfect person, and I believe we were quite honestly made for each other. I can easily picture myself with you, in marriage, sharing the same house, making lots of children, growing old together and dying together. I adore you. I am never going to lose you, and I am never going to leave. You’re my past, present and future baby girl. I love you. So much.

<3

<3 My sun, my moon and my stars <3

(Source: weheartit.com)

I think there’s a lot to be said about loving from a distance.
It takes more phone calls and more reassurance,
It takes more tossing in your bed at night, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in by yourself,
It takes more emotion than typical love takes.
Being around someone twenty-four hours a day is easy.
You hold their hand or pick the eye lash off their cheek and hold it out for them to make a wish or buy their favourite tea at the store.
There’s a lot of physical ways to let someone know you love them,
But there really aren’t many ways to let someone know you love them when you’re hundreds of miles apart.
So you find yourself saying “I miss you” 17 times a day
Or “I love you” slipping itself into conversation in places that, had it not been for distance, would otherwise be cold and loveless.
Loving is hard from a distance.
It’s hard and it’s tiring and it’s heartbreaking at times,
But god damn, if you really love the person, it’s worth it.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays.

It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.

It’s not that I don’t love you.  (via extrasad)

burglar-baggins:

Quiz time:

What is the second Kingdom Hearts game?

a) Kingdom Hearts 2
b) Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories
c) Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days
d) Kingdom Hearts

(Source: nocturnalmelody)