I really like to reblog a lot. Sorry. But sometimes stuff just..yaknow, inspires me.  Today the issue of weight has been brought up a handful of times. Tumblr had a few posts and I noticed that I’ve been treating my diet a bit differently.  Okay, I’m not the best example of being “happy” with my weight. I find that I am attracted to pictures of girls who are slimmer and while I was watching How I Met Your Mother just now, I noticed that Lilly and Robin put on some “weight.” But then I thought, “what in the fuck? why would that have to be something I notice? and why is it changing my opinion of them?” That’s gross. Sorry. But I’m grossed out by myself. Why is it that I have to think like this? Sure media is a bit of a pressure. But screw that. I’m a human being, not a brain dead zombie constantly stumbling toward tabloids and tv.  But not only that, I have a body of my own. A woman’s body. One that I care about enough to wake up early in the morning for and do yoga and tai chi (especially when it just wants sleep). And to eat more when I realize that it should probably get more muscle and fat than it has. Two things completely on different ends of the body image spectrum, but two things I know I NEED. I feel like girls are ignoring that little fact. That despite what they think is necessary to look nice or hot or fit or whatever. Despite what the media drones call out to them about famous people being only famous because their bikini size is a -2. Despite what they think their “body image” must be, it’s not what they need. Your body is not an image. It is not a painting that you need to preserve that everyone who walks by must look at, stare at, and critique. However, like a piece of art, your body is unique. It curves in its own ways, it has different colors in certain places, it is set within its own frame. And at some point an artist has to be content with his painting, because if not, he’ll never be happy. This metaphor has gone far too long and is starting to sound cheesy. BUT LADIES. You need to let your body go. Just let it do what you feel it needs to do. If that means eating three meals a day or 20 snacks a day, then do it! If that means you need to run a mile or 13 or you just need a break, friggin do it! But don’t force yourself into a place where you are never satisfied with your own creation and original self. Because then you will never be content and you will always be tweaking your greatest piece of work. Yourself.

I really like to reblog a lot. Sorry. But sometimes stuff just..yaknow, inspires me. 

Today the issue of weight has been brought up a handful of times. Tumblr had a few posts and I noticed that I’ve been treating my diet a bit differently. 

Okay, I’m not the best example of being “happy” with my weight. I find that I am attracted to pictures of girls who are slimmer and while I was watching How I Met Your Mother just now, I noticed that Lilly and Robin put on some “weight.” But then I thought, “what in the fuck? why would that have to be something I notice? and why is it changing my opinion of them?” That’s gross. Sorry. But I’m grossed out by myself. Why is it that I have to think like this? Sure media is a bit of a pressure. But screw that. I’m a human being, not a brain dead zombie constantly stumbling toward tabloids and tv. 

But not only that, I have a body of my own. A woman’s body. One that I care about enough to wake up early in the morning for and do yoga and tai chi (especially when it just wants sleep). And to eat more when I realize that it should probably get more muscle and fat than it has. Two things completely on different ends of the body image spectrum, but two things I know I NEED. I feel like girls are ignoring that little fact. That despite what they think is necessary to look nice or hot or fit or whatever. Despite what the media drones call out to them about famous people being only famous because their bikini size is a -2. Despite what they think their “body image” must be, it’s not what they need. Your body is not an image. It is not a painting that you need to preserve that everyone who walks by must look at, stare at, and critique. However, like a piece of art, your body is unique. It curves in its own ways, it has different colors in certain places, it is set within its own frame. And at some point an artist has to be content with his painting, because if not, he’ll never be happy. This metaphor has gone far too long and is starting to sound cheesy. BUT LADIES. You need to let your body go. Just let it do what you feel it needs to do. If that means eating three meals a day or 20 snacks a day, then do it! If that means you need to run a mile or 13 or you just need a break, friggin do it! But don’t force yourself into a place where you are never satisfied with your own creation and original self. Because then you will never be content and you will always be tweaking your greatest piece of work. Yourself.

(Source: dementorkissingbooth, via pretensions)