1. "

    SEE THE THING IS, he said, BIG GIRLS LEAVE MORE SPACE FOR ME TO GRAB AHOLD OF
    but
    i’m not your handlebars

    SEE THE THING IS, she said, BIG GIRLS ARE BETTER THAN SKINNY ONES BECAUSE MEN DON’T LIKE BONES
    but
    other girls are not graveyards

    SEE THE THING IS
    a baby girl isn’t beautiful because somebody is gonna hold her
    i mean we all wanna be loved but i want her to
    love herself
    first

    a baby girl isn’t beautiful because a man’s fingertips can dig
    bruises into her hips, she’s beautiful because
    she just is

    in nature we don’t say a flower is beautiful
    when somebody wants to pick it

    in fact we say that nature’s beauty is at the height of purity
    when it would destroy you to even touch it

    SEE THE THING IS
    i would rather be an ocean of danger and deep black and
    thick mermaid thighs rather than
    a body you want to cruise across
    i would rather be the night sky and crush ribs with a suffocating sense that we are all small and purposeless
    rather than a landscape of freckles someone happens to think
    are akin to constellations
    i would rather be storms and lightning and a bright sun rising, i
    would rather make you quake in your boots than get your heart
    pounding,

    i would rather be beautiful like a cold spring stream:
    not beautiful because you said so
    but beautiful because
    i am me.

    "
    Don’t really wanna be your girl? Just wanna belong to me? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
  2. thewriterchick:

gaywrites:

We went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”  

And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face. 

Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.

I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”

I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.

Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.


(My Son Wears Dresses And That’s OK With Me | Seth Menachem for xoJane)


Can I just say the fact that the little girl’s first reaction was “I’ll tell them to go away” made me tear up?That’s a kid, at such a young age, willing to defend people. That’s a kid who, if her brother wears a dress to school and gets picked on, will run to his side in a minute, regardless of what her friends will say. Oh god the feelings. I can’t handle it.

    thewriterchick:

    gaywrites:

    We went to the party, and, as I figured, some of the guests laughed and made comments. One said to me, “Do you think this is funny? There are kids here. You want them to see this?” Another said, “You want him to be gay?”  
    And I stayed calm. And I explained to them the best I could that there is no correlation between kids cross-dressing and being gay. And if he is gay, it’s not because of anything I did. It’s because he’s gay. And maybe it’s a stage. And maybe it’s not. But either way, I don’t want him to ever feel like he wasn’t able to express himself because his parents didn’t support him. And some understood. And some, trapped by religion or ignorance, gave us the stank face. 
    Plenty of people are supportive. They’ll see my kids — Sydney with her long dirty blonde hair, and Asher with his short dark hair, and say, “I love your daughter’s pixie cut.” When I tell them he’s my son, they smile and say, “I love it.” They also apologize for confusing his gender, but I tell them, “Don’t apologize. He’s in a purple dress with sparkly shoes. How would you know?” I know there are parents who get worked up when you confuse their kids’ gender, but I’m not one of them.
    I get home before my wife most nights, so I was taking the kids out to walk our dog. They were dressing up in different outfits, my daughter treating Asher like her doll, as she tried various dresses, shoes, and headbands on him. And then Sydney told me she wanted me to wear a dress, too — “Oh my god, it will be so funny.”
    I said, “No,” but she kept begging. I said, “People will laugh at me.” She said, “If they do, I’ll tell them to go away.” And I couldn’t argue with that, as I squeezed myself into Carrie’s most flexible dress. We walked the dog on our block, and the pleasure my kids took in seeing their dad go out of his comfort zone trumped the humiliation I felt.
    Carrie pulled up to the house, and I saw her slacked jaw from the end of the street. She laughed. She took a picture. And she told me I better not rip her dress. And then we all went for a pizza.

    Can I just say the fact that the little girl’s first reaction was “I’ll tell them to go away” made me tear up?

    That’s a kid, at such a young age, willing to defend people. That’s a kid who, if her brother wears a dress to school and gets picked on, will run to his side in a minute, regardless of what her friends will say.

    Oh god the feelings. I can’t handle it.

  3. "

    How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.

    Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.

    If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:

    “You look so healthy!” is a great one.

    Or how about, “you’re looking so strong.”

    “I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”

    Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.

    Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.

    Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.

    Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.

    Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.

    Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.

    Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.

    Teach your daughter how to cook kale.

    Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.

    Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.

    Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.

    Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.

    "

    skoppelkam on Wordpress  (via rabbrakha)

    So much yes in this.

    (via underthecarolinamoon)

  4. POTS & Weight Loss

    livingistogrow:

    Do any other POTSies have flare ups of symptoms when they lose weight?

    I have been largely free of POTS symptoms for around a year now. I’ve recently been working out a lot and eating really well so I’m finally losing weight…and now my symptoms are back with a vengeance. 

    Does this happen to anyone else? Help!

    Any other POTSies have advice?! It’s quite the conundrum

  5. POTS & Weight Loss

    Do any other POTSies have flare ups of symptoms when they lose weight?

    I have been largely free of POTS symptoms for around a year now. I’ve recently been working out a lot and eating really well so I’m finally losing weight…and now my symptoms are back with a vengeance. 

    Does this happen to anyone else? Help!

  6. "start ignoring people who threaten your joy.
    literally, ignore them.
    say nothing.
    don’t invite any parts of them into your space."
    Alex Elle (via alexandraelle)
  7. toocooltobehipster:

    this is so interesting

  8. "But instead of spending our lives running towards our dreams, we are often running away from a fear of failure or a fear of criticism."
    Eric Wright (via tat-art)
  9. "I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain."
    Jonathan Carroll (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
  10. "In 1949, I contracted polio at a very young age. Suddenly, I was unable to walk and had to use a wheelchair for mobility. I was the only one in my family who had a disability. In those days, because of my disability, I was denied equal access to education. At the age of five, I could not attend my local public school and was expected to be satisfied with my “good fortune” when the New York Board of Education sent a teacher to my home for 2.5 hours a week for instruction. In fact, when I set out to teach in a New York public high school years later, I was initially denied the opportunity to do so because I in my wheelchair was considered a “fire hazard.” In those days, this was not considered discrimination, but rather that people just didn’t know better. And for those of us with disabilities, we simply had to accept the way the world was – a world where we were marginalized, often invisible, sometimes forgotten."

    Judith Heumann, “From the Civil Rights Act to the Disabilities Treaty

    On the importance of the Senate ratifying the Disabilities Treaty this July. Call your Senators and tell them to support the Disabilities Treaty

    (via dangercupcakemurdericing)

    Meeting her was one of my favorite moments!!

  11. cindymayweather:

    Comedian Hari Kondabolu on David Letterman (x)

  12. odinsblog:

    Remember that time when Hobby Lobby’s owner had ~*religious objections*~ to selling Jewish Hanukkah and Passover items?

    I eagerly await for the time when a Muslim owned business tries to impose it’s constitutionally protected “religious freedoms” over Christian employees…I am soo certain the US Supreme Court will stand right behind them too😒

  13. "I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.

    Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

    Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

    But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

    And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

    We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

    We never know when the bus is coming."

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