My Toxic Trait Is Not Doing Ridiculously Easy Things I Need To Do That Would Take Me Literally Two Seconds

This made me want to cry in the best way, thank you <3

Guys I love being fat. I do. I love being large and I love having huge thighs and stretch marks and round cheeks. I DO!!! I am fat and I love my body. I’d be weird skinny. I’d be wrong if I was skinny. I’m meant to be fat and I don’t want to change it in any way!!! Being fat is part of my family’s history. My grandpa, my genetic flesh and blood, survived WWII and immigrant camps and Ellis Island and his genetics said ‘we will not let starvation happen again’! I experienced child neglect and my body said ‘we will not let starvation happen again’! I’m fat because my body loves me, because it said these terrible things will not happen again!!! I am fat because food makes me happy and I deserve to be happy! I deserve to eat wonderful things and as much of them as I want!!!

I’m not fat because I don’t care or I hate myself or my body is broken, I’m fat because I’m supposed to be. My body is fat. My body loves me and I love it right back. We work together, and we are happy together. We fight for each other. I will give my body the food it deserves and needs and it will give me the body I deserve and need. And that body happens to be fat!!! It is fat because of love, because of my family refusing to give up, because of my younger self refusing to give up. Because my mom worked so hard to make sure I could eat. Because I work so hard to make sure I can eat!!! Because food is tied to mental health, and my body and I are working very hard on that one!!! we are a team, and hating your team for things they can’t control won’t get you anywhere.

I am fat because my body loves me and wants me to survive no matter what. And not just survive, but thrive. To have good food. To get more sun on my skin. To look even better in my clothes. To have something to show for the hard work it does. My body is doing everything it can to keep me happy and safe and I am. Thank you body I’m proud of us both.

Eat if you’re hungry. You deserve a snack. I’m proud of you and you should be too. Your body loves you and is doing its best, you just have to try to appreciate its efforts. Millions of tiny cells work so hard to keep you going, and they all love you and want you to succeed. They’re making the best version of you they can. You are the best version of you you can be right now. You will grow, you will change, and you will love yourself. If not today, then someday soon.

is your comfort character also a sad pretty boy with trauma and questionable morals or are you normal

mom said it’s MY turn to lay gently in the cold dark earth

I don't like the idea of getting desensitized to my triggers. It makes me uncomfortable that it's such a normalized concept to consume so much graphic and disturbing content that it no longer bothers you.

I'm Thinking of Ending Things school scene in the

Movie: Lucy witnesses a sick ass dance scene and has a genuine talk with the kind old janitor, remembering who she really was and hugging him.

Book: Lucy is running for her FUCKING LIFE because the old janitor has trapped her in the school, killed her boyfriend, and made it very clear that she's next.

I just thought this particular discrepancy was kind of funny 😭

There was DEFINITELY a less kinky way to tie him up. The Master knew what he was doing.

My new favourite thing is saying 'consider your legs broken' to theatre kids after they do well in a performance

Shades of Yellow

Perfect parallel

Fantastic Mr. Fox (2009) / Bojack Horseman (2014-2020) / The Smiths - Pretty Girls Make Graves

THESE ARE TOO FUNNY

Dylan’s a deadbeat, Mark’s dead, Helena’s insane, Burt’s evil, Milchick’s slipping, Irving’s fucked, we are COOKED but at least Devon is bisexual.