Being body positive doesn’t mean you have to find every body type attractive. It’s okay to not find thin girls attractive, or only be attracted to meaty boys. It’s also okay to not find fat girls attractive, or to only be attracted to skinny boys. Or anything in between! Just as long as you recognize that it’s only your personal preference and not some kind of fundamental flaw in people you don’t find attractive, you’re golden.
Damn My Feminine Wiles: PSA  (via bangingpatchouli)

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"I thought you were confident!"

I hate when men tell me that. Like I am not allowed to have a moment of weakness. Like I should be able to shrug off all comments geared towards my body.  

Truth is, I am not blind to what I see in the mirror. And while I accept and love what’s looking back at me with all that I can. I can not control what someone else thinks of it. Truth is, my body isnt perfect. I have gained and lost weight. I have scars and stretchmarks and loose skin. I see it everyday and I have made peace. 

Confidence is fragile. It’s a tightrope and I am trying to stay balanced. Some days I struggle and some days I make myself sick with arrogance. 

There is something about, “I thought you were confident!” that just sets me off. I AM CONFIDENT! Every time I hear a guy say that just because i act a little shy with my body, I feel like they are trying to take something from me. Like they are calling me a phony, a fraud. “Why are you being so insecure?” Being confident is realizing you have flaws and loving them. Confidence is not saying, “I think I am perfect!!”  It’s about feeling good with what you were dealt. It’s not a tattoo! Its something I have to work on daily. It’s constantly erasing the negative and replacingit with the good. 

Instead of questioning me and throwing all my hard work down the drain, why dont you encourage positive thinking. We all slip. We all can be vulnerable. We all have those moments. 


I miss crushing on boys in high school.  When you didn’t have to worry if they had been previously married, have kids, did they go to college, do they have a good job, could I spend the rest of my life with him?? I miss the simplicity of being young and the most important qualities was if they were cute, if they made you laugh, and what music they listened to.


I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],

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You are buttons and I am glitter

I was the pusher and you were the quitter

You wanted to hide and I was left to seek

I was too strong and you were too weak

You are buttons and I am glitter

I am chubby and you are fitter

You wanted to be ready and I wanted things now

I saw a future and you threw in the towel

You are buttons and I am glitter

I wanted you so much and you are not a committer 

You like brown and I like pink

I wanted to swim and you let us sink

Don’t fall in love with a curious one.
They will want to know who you are, where you come from, what your family was like.
They will look through your photographs and read all of your poems. They will come over for dinner and speak to your mother about how their curiosity has taught them things of use to her. They will ask you to rant when you’re angry and cry when you’re hurt.
They will ask what that raised eyebrow meant. They will want to know your favorite food, your favorite color, you favorite person. They will ask why.
They will buy that camera you liked, pay attention to that band you love in case there’s a show near by, they will get you the sweater you smiled at once. They’ll learn to cook your favorite meals.
The curious people don’t settle for your shell, they want the insides.
They want what makes you heavy, what makes you uneasy, what makes you scream
for joy, and anger, and heartbreak.
Their skin will turn into pages
that you learn to pour out your entire being in.
Don’t fall in love with the curious one.
They won’t let a sigh go unexplained.
They will want to know what they did
Exactly what they did to make you love them.
Year, month, week, day.
“What time was it? What did I say? What did I do?
How did you feel?”
Don’t fall in love with a curious one because I’ve been there.
They will unbutton your shirt
and read every scar
every mark
every curve.
They will dissect your every limb, every organ, every thought, every being
then walk back home and eat their dinner and never return your calls.
You will never be their lifelong expedition. The heart is a mystery only for so long.
There is no ache like loving a curious one
who chases every falling star and never catching one.
Who comes and sees and conquers
and leaves.

I’ve fallen in love with a curious one.
Maybe one day he will take the train back home
and be curious enough to read one last message from me
carved on a seat.

“There’s a curiosity in you that will move mountains some day
as effortlessly as you’ve moved me for years.”

Don’t Fall In Love With The Curious One (via coffeeurlgirl)


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