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There is nothing more satisfying than losing weight.

weirdgreensmoothie:

skinnybyinspiration:

nothing.

clearly you haven’t tasted the wonders of bacon

Here’s a list of 25 more satisfying things, off the top of my head:

  1. Masturbation (for those interested).
  2. Good sex with a great partner (for those interested).
  3. Really fucking good food.
  4. Swimming in the ocean on a really hot day.
  5. Finally accomplishing a difficult task that’s been causing anxiety.
  6. Finding clothes you love for super cheap.
  7. Watching the movie Independence Day and saying the speech along with President Whitmore.
  8. Making hot chocolate from scratch.
  9. A road trip somewhere fun with good friends.
  10. Going to a midnight premiere of a movie you’re really excited for.
  11. Creating something - finishing a chapter or a short story, a drawing, a painting, a knit scarf. Anything.
  12. Chris Evans’ ass.
  13. Fuck it, every single ass featured in The Avengers.
  14. Accomplishing a goal you thought you might not be able to reach.
  15. Getting acknowledged for the work you’ve done.
  16. The view after a difficult hike. (Especially the hard trail up Arthur’s Seat).
  17. Kissing someone you’ve wanted to kiss for a while (for those interested).
  18. Hitting a follower benchmark on Twitter or Tumblr or whatever.
  19. Meeting someone who really gets you.
  20. A new tattoo.
  21. Your favorite band’s new album is amazing.
  22. Attending a really, really good concert (I recommend fun.).
  23. Getting an @reply from your favorite famous person on Twitter.
  24. When your cat sits on you and won’t stop purring.
  25. Looking in the mirror and loving what you see there, even if there are stretch marks or cellulite or scars or fat.

(via chachipistachis)

Thoughts about weight, ice cream, and how men treat women…

extremely-clever:

fattiesinlove:

As some people who follow our blog might know, I work in an ice cream shop. Last night we were very busy and on two occasions, I noticed something happen with customers. In the first exchange, there was a family with two teenaged daughters, a mother and father. One of my coworkers was jotting down their order while I worked on scooping my own. The daughter ordered a cone with, maybe, two scoops? And the father turns to her and declares, “You’d better fit in that five hundred dollar prom gown I bought you.” The girl said nothing, and her sister cut in with, “Dad, she’ll fit!” If that girl went home and made herself throw up, or at least was completely unable to enjoy her dessert, I wouldn’t be surprised. The man the words came from wasn’t much of a trim athlete himself, and she was honestly gorgeous and fit, so… well. Fuck him.

Next there was a couple that I served. I passed out their sundae and cone and the man turned to the wife (who was a few feet away) and called to her, “I think somebody’s going to have to run a few miles tomorrow!” She couldn’t hear him, so he repeats this to her three times before she nods and responds with a half-hearted, “Yeah.”

Where do men (nay, people in general) get off telling women how to live their lives, what to eat, how to eat it, what to wear and how clothes should look on their bodies? It’s a wonder that society seems so puzzled about eating disorders when we have douchebags attached to girls saying things that make them feel beyond insecure. Now, you could argue that in the second case, she could just dump the man (never mind the fact that they might live together, may have been married, etc…)- but in the first instance, that girl presumably lives with her father and has been since birth, and will until she hopefully moves out. So, she’s stuck with this hyper-critical voice of a man who has no idea what power his words carry. 

From personal experience, nothing made me feel worse than when my dad would grin, pinch my side and chuckle, “You’re getting a belly there, kiddo.” At the time, I was crushed. Now, I wouldn’t care very much and would call him out— I mean, I love my tummy and my goofy-ass dad. But, for the average girl who is unexposed to fat acceptance, indeed, to the average girl who isn’t even fat and just needs to hear about BODY acceptance, no matter how sweet their father/brother/whoever is, the jokes those men make are serious. 

I hope those girls enjoyed their ice cream. I mean, we make some quality shit. And I hope they could get ready for bed, look in the mirror, and see the same beautiful women that I saw. -A

Wow reading this is scary because I actually could have written this.

Truth.

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