dang
I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body.
I hate my everything.
Well not everything… I just hate my body. Gimme a new one.
and what would you do, if you spent your entire life trying to please a God who rejected you at his gates?
an-insult-to-the-dead reblogged your post i’m so glad the world is … and added:
Thank you
seriously I’ve always hated her (she had a hot streak but then she got slutty) and it pisses me off when people worship her for being a blatant whore basically
you can be sexy and classy at the same time and she is neither
I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body. I hate my body.
I hate my everything.
Well not everything… I just hate my body. Gimme a new one.
last night i had a dream where i had a hideous body, and i think it was because i was feeling really body conscious yesterday
then today i woke up and did my usual scrutiny and noticed my body isn’t that bad???? idk if it was just the dream or not but it feels kinda good
still need to work on my abs/thighs but overall i have a decent body
i would rather be cute than sexy
mostly because it’s impossible for me to be sexy
stupidbonnie asked:
OHHH NICEEEE. Very sexy. (: I’m diggin’ it.
But shit, I guess Ginny will be my date then. Tyler will look very smashing in that outfit I think. :D
I think it’s gonna be really fun to just get really into it, almost like a classy prom.
When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other.
emptyyourveins replied to your post “last night i had a dream where i had a hideous body, and i think it…”
gurl you gotta fine body js
aw thank u (:
I just wish I was a little less chubby sometimes
To suggest that one’s belly, body hair or tattoo is ‘distasteful’ and should therefore be covered in the name of etiquette is the very worst sort of body fascism. If your children are traumatised by the sight of a fat person in a bikini, a bit of cellulite or a caesarean scar, then may I tentatively suggest that you aren’t raising them correctly. If seeing someone hairy wearing something skimpy renders you ‘unable to eat your lunch’ then I’m afraid my diagnosis of the problem is with your brain, not their body.
If you’re having to count calories, restrict food and/or exercise purely to “keep your weight down” and allay anxieties about becoming “too big”, then the weight that you’re at is almost definitely not right for your body. Breathe. Let your body be. It’s fine just how it was before; it’s always fine. All bodies are fine, even yours. It can be hard to accept that sometimes, but it’s true. Not accepting this will only lead to compulsion, misery, low self-esteem and, ultimately, an eating disorder. Breathe. Let your body be.
