i woke up this morning literally thinking about how i had to get out of my house in 20 minutes so i could go to the studio and work out.
i felt fat, i had to work out to have a good day.
from the fucking second i woke up.
so, i didn’t.
instead, i ate sweet potatoes and then shared a muffin with my boyfriend and had an orange in the time i would have worked out.
i may succumb tomorrow and go to the gym. it does really calm my (unrelated) anxiety and depression. it may also happen to quiet the ed thoughts. but today i quieted them with my own voice and it was so strong and so clear.
i really am getting so much better, even if it doesn’t always feel like it and took like SO many fucking years.
instead of telling myself that eating extra isn’t going to make me gain more weight I’m going to start ask myself why the fuck it matters if it does
When your pet adjusts their position so they can lay their head on you
set rapists on fire, set rape apologists on fire, set anyone who says ‘we should think about how the rapists’ life is going to be affected’ on fire, set victim blamers on fire
the fuck don’t set anyone on fire
the fuck don’t rape someone or tell someone they deserve it and maybe you won’t get set on fire
I’m here to announce that the rumor is true:
when you let go of it, it lets go of you.
yeh? why is that tho?