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here lies the death of a young girl--here lies the birth of something more.
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“Develop a healthy relationship with food. If you’re hungry, eat. If you’re full, don’t eat. Eat vegetables to be good to your body, but eat ice cream to be good to your soul.

Take pictures of yourself frequently. Chronicle your life. Selfies are completely underrated. Even if the pictures are unflattering, keep them anyway. There will always be mountains and cities and buildings, but you will never look the same way as you did in that one moment in time.

Your worth does not depend on how desirable someone finds you. Spend less time in front of the mirror and more time with people who make you feel beautiful.

Close doors. Don’t hold onto things that no longer brings you happiness and do not help you grow as a person. It is okay to walk away from toxic relationships. You are not weak for letting go.

Forgive yourself. We all have something in our pasts that we are ashamed of, but they only weigh us down if we allow them to. Make amends with the old you and work every day to become the person that you’ve always wanted to be.”

Tina Tran, Tips to being a happier you   (via tanghuijuan)

tasnimsmentalroadtrip:

Why does my womanhood embarrass you?
when I am made up of the same biological factors,
that allow you to stand here today.
You do not know what wonders course through my blood,
and live in my bones.
I have never seen a man nurse a child,
and I have never seen a mans stomach swell with life either.
So next time you insult my womanhood,
remember my words,
and remember that you have no right.
You are simply a man.

As a little girl, I was told that one day I would fall in love and get married.
I was not told that sometimes the people I loved would not love me back and that it will feel difficult to walk down that aisle with the mountains of ashes I let people leave in my heart, but it will very easy to turn and run. So I did.

As a little girl, I was told that drugs weren’t cool and I should never touch them.
I was not told that one day I might hate myself so much that I’d poke holes in my veins in attempts to feel some sunshine inside of me.

As a little girl, I was told by my grandfather on his death bed that everyone’s time comes when they must go back to heaven.
I was not told that sometimes their time comes at 17 in their best friend’s car blaring their favourite song and heaven quits existing when the sound of colliding metal manifests in your dreams.

As a little girl, I was told to stay away from men in white vans offering me candy, because they were the bad guys that would hurt me.
I was not told to stay away from vibrant eyes and beautiful smiles offering me home in their arms, because good people can hurt you too.

As a little girl, I was told that I would bring home boys that my father didn’t approve of.
I was not told that I would want to bring home girls but I’d be too afraid my father wouldn’t approve.

As a little girl, I was told I may be pressured to do things he wants me to do and I should wait until I’m ready.
I was not told he wouldn’t care if I was ready and the word “no” isn’t always stronger than his hands cuffed around my wrists.

As a little girl, I was told not to be scared of the monsters under my bed, because they were really only in my head.
They were right about that, but I think I’m even more afraid now.

– (trm) Little Girl (via acutelesbian)

“Whoever said that light was life
and darkness nothing? For some
of us, the mythologies
are different.”

Margaret Atwood, “My Life As A Bat,” from Sudden. (via eschecter)

“I didn’t fall in love with you. I walked into love with you, with my eyes wide open, choosing to take every step along the way. I do believe in fate and destiny, but I also believe we are only fated to do the things that we’d choose anyway. And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.”

– (via suchvodka)

“A busy, vibrant, goal-oriented woman is so much more attractive than a woman who waits around for a man to validate her existence.”

– Mandy Hale, The Single Woman (via simply-quotes)

impactings:

today my professor told me
every cell in our entire body
is destroyed and replaced
every seven years.

how comforting it is to know
one day i will have a body
you will have never touched.

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.

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