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dailyfatspiration:

Hey guys,

As most of you know, this blog has been inactive for a very long time. I’ve missed blogging about body positivity so I decided that this blog is making a comeback! I’m gonna post more fatspirations and but unfortunately, I have to delete everything from my inbox because it’s full of spam and hate. Resend submissions if you want  :)

—-DailyFatspiration

YAYAYAY! It’s back! WOOHOO!

Let’s make Dean in gym shorts the most reblogged picture on Tumblr.

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thewinchesterswagger:

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thewinchesterswagger:

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“Challenge accepted!” —SPN fandom.

omg this is still going

IT’S A RULE TO REBLOG EVERY TIME IT SHOWS UP ON YOUR DASH.

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Just reblogged this shit four times in a row… Keep it up guys

I’m just waiting for us to brake the notes

(Source: mspandrew, via stupiddumbs)

Oh. Hi there, cucumbers! (Taken with Instagram at Our house - a very, very fine house)

Oh. Hi there, cucumbers! (Taken with Instagram at Our house - a very, very fine house)

Trixxxxxx (Taken with Instagram at Our house - a very, very fine house)

Trixxxxxx (Taken with Instagram at Our house - a very, very fine house)

So, have you ever woken up and thought, “My God, my life is glorious”? Have you ever felt like every little thing was genuinely going to be all right? You’re not sure what you did or how to keep it going, but suddenly, the Universe (or God, if you like) is sort of capering around behind the scenes like Scrooge in “A Christmas Carol” plotting ways to make your life better?
I am filled with so. much. joy. lately. There are times I legitimately feel like my heart is going to burst if I have one more beautiful moment or if just one more loving, supportive, amazing person comes into my life. I feel so very, very blessed and lucky and grateful.
Basically, this post is to say thank you to all the people in my life who have helped me get to this place. Even the ones who weren’t trying to help at all. Maybe them especially. Without them, I would not be able to be so fucking grateful for the marvelous people in my life now.
Now, go out and be amazing and shit, y’all. Oh, wait. You’re ALREADY fucking amazing. So…carry on.

So, have you ever woken up and thought, “My God, my life is glorious”? Have you ever felt like every little thing was genuinely going to be all right? You’re not sure what you did or how to keep it going, but suddenly, the Universe (or God, if you like) is sort of capering around behind the scenes like Scrooge in “A Christmas Carol” plotting ways to make your life better?

I am filled with so. much. joy. lately. There are times I legitimately feel like my heart is going to burst if I have one more beautiful moment or if just one more loving, supportive, amazing person comes into my life. I feel so very, very blessed and lucky and grateful.

Basically, this post is to say thank you to all the people in my life who have helped me get to this place. Even the ones who weren’t trying to help at all. Maybe them especially. Without them, I would not be able to be so fucking grateful for the marvelous people in my life now.

Now, go out and be amazing and shit, y’all. Oh, wait. You’re ALREADY fucking amazing. So…carry on.

Don’t let others dictate what you think or how you feel.

Don’t let others dictate what you think or how you feel.

Random crap on a random day.

So, I kind of wanted to delve into this fat acceptance thing a little more. Because y’all know how I get - I obsess over something for a while, then I integrate it into my life, and you don’t have to read about it every. single. day. But until that integration happens, well…you’re stuck with it. Heh.

Anyway, I think a big part of my life has been learning to accept things about myself or my life that aren’t maybe so socially acceptable. For example, my first two kids - now society has come a long way re: racism, but not THAT far.

When Matt was a baby, there were comments about me being a “nigger lover” and about Matt being a “nigger baby.” Those comments happened a lot, and I didn’t give a shit. (Okay, it HURT like a sonofabitch when a relative made the comments, but from strangers? It just pissed me off.)

But I never internalized those things. I didn’t believe then (or now or ever) that having a baby with a black man made me inferior to anyone. I simply refused to accept what a few bigoted dickheads thought of me. I didn’t accept that who I dated made any statement about my value as a person. I did not accept the shame with which they tried to burden me.

Another example: I figured out pretty early on that college just wasn’t for me. I’ve never, ever known what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve fluttered from this to that to this. (The only thing I can say that I have always, always, always wanted to be is a mom. That’s the only vision I ever had for myself continuously.)

So, when people assumed that I dropped out of college because I was lazy or stupid or whatever, I didn’t internalize that. Well…maybe a little, but for the most part, it really hasn’t fazed me. I refuse to let myself be ashamed for not spending money I don’t have on a degree I probably won’t use. (See my comment re: being a mom.)

I think when I finally discovered the “Fatosphere,” (thank you, Mel) I was already prepared for the idea that what other people think doesn’t have to be what I think. I don’t have to be ashamed of myself because I’m fat. I don’t have to internalize what society says is beautiful. I can be me doing my thing, and it’s not only okay, it’s fucking AWESOME.

At the end of the day, THAT is what I want to pass on to my kids. “Be yourself; it’s enough.” (Oh. Also “Old skool rap makes life worth living.” So, those two things.)

Weight loss and body acceptance.

First, I want to apologize for the length of this post. I’m still learning my way around Tumblr, and I THINK I’ve got the whole jump-cut figured out, but if not…well…my b, my b.

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No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.  -Eleanor Roosevelt

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. -Eleanor Roosevelt

Curve: The LOVELIEST distance between two points.
-Mae West

Curve: The LOVELIEST distance between two points.

-Mae West

Happy girls are the prettiest girls.
-Audrey Hepburn

Happy girls are the prettiest girls.

-Audrey Hepburn

So, I post little notes to the girls on their bathroom mirror. I got this one back, and it is much improved.

So, I post little notes to the girls on their bathroom mirror. I got this one back, and it is much improved.

So, Missy and I were IM’ing about the stuff I’ve been talking about lately, and I told Missy something I want to stop doing is judging big girls for wearing clothes that show more than I think is appropriate.I mean, who the fuck do I think I am judging a girl for wearing size 26 booty shorts? If she feels good, what does it matter to me what she’s wearing? (Although, I do want to know where she found the damn things in her size.)And I’m like that about a LOT of clothing options for fat chicks. Stuff that wouldn’t bother me in the least on a thin person will make me sideeye a fat girl in a hot minute. HOW IS THAT OKAY?Isn’t that effectively saying, “Well, I know I said errybody should be happy in their own skin and say EFF SOCIETY’S STANDARDS, but I didn’t really mean you should, like, APPLY that to your clothing choices!!!”?And really, who am I to judge anyone for what they wear? I roll out in pajama pants on a regular basis. I’m generally found in a t-shirt and yoga pants (when I’m feeling like I have to get dressed). Who made me the fashion police?What it comes down to I think is my own discomfort with my body. I won’t let myself wear some stuff because I’m OMG TOO BIG, so I get jealous when I see big girls who are like, “IDGAF. I’m hot.” I want to drag them down to my level, y’know?On the other hand, as much as it sucks, society does have standards, and people will judge. So, how far should a person go to protect themselves from that? Well, honestly? Right now I’m thinking “Fuck that. Wear what makes you feel beautiful/sexy/whatever. If other people don’t like it, fuck ‘em.”However, let me say this - stop with the booty shorts, bitches. Fat, thin, I don’t care. Stop it. I don’t want to see your ass cheeks unless I’m about to nail you like I’m holding Thor’s hammer, okay? So keep that shit put away. Heh.
P.S. I really must thank my beloved Mel for leading me to so many sites about body acceptance. I feel very empowered by all of this. Mostly, I feel like I must stop putting things on hold ‘til I can buy them in a certain size. I mean, let’s face it - my body is never going to be perfect, no matter how much I weigh. (My dad’s genetic input leads to thick trunk with itty bitty appendages. Us Petersons are truly apple-shaped folks.) So it’s time to wear sundresses and cute t-shirts and whatever else I want. HOW YA LIKE THEM APPLES, WORLD?

So, Missy and I were IM’ing about the stuff I’ve been talking about lately, and I told Missy something I want to stop doing is judging big girls for wearing clothes that show more than I think is appropriate.

I mean, who the fuck do I think I am judging a girl for wearing size 26 booty shorts? If she feels good, what does it matter to me what she’s wearing? (Although, I do want to know where she found the damn things in her size.)

And I’m like that about a LOT of clothing options for fat chicks. Stuff that wouldn’t bother me in the least on a thin person will make me sideeye a fat girl in a hot minute. HOW IS THAT OKAY?

Isn’t that effectively saying, “Well, I know I said errybody should be happy in their own skin and say EFF SOCIETY’S STANDARDS, but I didn’t really mean you should, like, APPLY that to your clothing choices!!!”?

And really, who am I to judge anyone for what they wear? I roll out in pajama pants on a regular basis. I’m generally found in a t-shirt and yoga pants (when I’m feeling like I have to get dressed). Who made me the fashion police?

What it comes down to I think is my own discomfort with my body. I won’t let myself wear some stuff because I’m OMG TOO BIG, so I get jealous when I see big girls who are like, “IDGAF. I’m hot.” I want to drag them down to my level, y’know?

On the other hand, as much as it sucks, society does have standards, and people will judge. So, how far should a person go to protect themselves from that? Well, honestly? Right now I’m thinking “Fuck that. Wear what makes you feel beautiful/sexy/whatever. If other people don’t like it, fuck ‘em.”

However, let me say this - stop with the booty shorts, bitches. Fat, thin, I don’t care. Stop it. I don’t want to see your ass cheeks unless I’m about to nail you like I’m holding Thor’s hammer, okay? So keep that shit put away. Heh.

P.S. I really must thank my beloved Mel for leading me to so many sites about body acceptance. I feel very empowered by all of this. Mostly, I feel like I must stop putting things on hold ‘til I can buy them in a certain size. I mean, let’s face it - my body is never going to be perfect, no matter how much I weigh. (My dad’s genetic input leads to thick trunk with itty bitty appendages. Us Petersons are truly apple-shaped folks.) So it’s time to wear sundresses and cute t-shirts and whatever else I want. HOW YA LIKE THEM APPLES, WORLD?

dailyfatspiration:

Hey guys,

As most of you know, this blog has been inactive for a very long time. I’ve missed blogging about body positivity so I decided that this blog is making a comeback! I’m gonna post more fatspirations and but unfortunately, I have to delete everything from my inbox because it’s full of spam and hate. Resend submissions if you want  :)

—-DailyFatspiration

YAYAYAY! It’s back! WOOHOO!

Let’s make Dean in gym shorts the most reblogged picture on Tumblr.

i-am-satan-i-have-cookies:

castieldeanandsam:

torchwoodsarchivist:

crazy-jensenackles-fangirl:

everydayiamcumberbatchin:

thewinchesterswagger:

itsjustjensen:

thewinchesterswagger:

         supernatural-fuel:

image

“Challenge accepted!” —SPN fandom.

omg this is still going

IT’S A RULE TO REBLOG EVERY TIME IT SHOWS UP ON YOUR DASH.

image

Just reblogged this shit four times in a row… Keep it up guys

I’m just waiting for us to brake the notes

(Source: mspandrew, via stupiddumbs)

Oh. Hi there, cucumbers! (Taken with Instagram at Our house - a very, very fine house)

Oh. Hi there, cucumbers! (Taken with Instagram at Our house - a very, very fine house)

Trixxxxxx (Taken with Instagram at Our house - a very, very fine house)

Trixxxxxx (Taken with Instagram at Our house - a very, very fine house)

So, have you ever woken up and thought, “My God, my life is glorious”? Have you ever felt like every little thing was genuinely going to be all right? You’re not sure what you did or how to keep it going, but suddenly, the Universe (or God, if you like) is sort of capering around behind the scenes like Scrooge in “A Christmas Carol” plotting ways to make your life better?
I am filled with so. much. joy. lately. There are times I legitimately feel like my heart is going to burst if I have one more beautiful moment or if just one more loving, supportive, amazing person comes into my life. I feel so very, very blessed and lucky and grateful.
Basically, this post is to say thank you to all the people in my life who have helped me get to this place. Even the ones who weren’t trying to help at all. Maybe them especially. Without them, I would not be able to be so fucking grateful for the marvelous people in my life now.
Now, go out and be amazing and shit, y’all. Oh, wait. You’re ALREADY fucking amazing. So…carry on.

So, have you ever woken up and thought, “My God, my life is glorious”? Have you ever felt like every little thing was genuinely going to be all right? You’re not sure what you did or how to keep it going, but suddenly, the Universe (or God, if you like) is sort of capering around behind the scenes like Scrooge in “A Christmas Carol” plotting ways to make your life better?

I am filled with so. much. joy. lately. There are times I legitimately feel like my heart is going to burst if I have one more beautiful moment or if just one more loving, supportive, amazing person comes into my life. I feel so very, very blessed and lucky and grateful.

Basically, this post is to say thank you to all the people in my life who have helped me get to this place. Even the ones who weren’t trying to help at all. Maybe them especially. Without them, I would not be able to be so fucking grateful for the marvelous people in my life now.

Now, go out and be amazing and shit, y’all. Oh, wait. You’re ALREADY fucking amazing. So…carry on.

Don’t let others dictate what you think or how you feel.

Don’t let others dictate what you think or how you feel.

Random crap on a random day.

So, I kind of wanted to delve into this fat acceptance thing a little more. Because y’all know how I get - I obsess over something for a while, then I integrate it into my life, and you don’t have to read about it every. single. day. But until that integration happens, well…you’re stuck with it. Heh.

Anyway, I think a big part of my life has been learning to accept things about myself or my life that aren’t maybe so socially acceptable. For example, my first two kids - now society has come a long way re: racism, but not THAT far.

When Matt was a baby, there were comments about me being a “nigger lover” and about Matt being a “nigger baby.” Those comments happened a lot, and I didn’t give a shit. (Okay, it HURT like a sonofabitch when a relative made the comments, but from strangers? It just pissed me off.)

But I never internalized those things. I didn’t believe then (or now or ever) that having a baby with a black man made me inferior to anyone. I simply refused to accept what a few bigoted dickheads thought of me. I didn’t accept that who I dated made any statement about my value as a person. I did not accept the shame with which they tried to burden me.

Another example: I figured out pretty early on that college just wasn’t for me. I’ve never, ever known what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve fluttered from this to that to this. (The only thing I can say that I have always, always, always wanted to be is a mom. That’s the only vision I ever had for myself continuously.)

So, when people assumed that I dropped out of college because I was lazy or stupid or whatever, I didn’t internalize that. Well…maybe a little, but for the most part, it really hasn’t fazed me. I refuse to let myself be ashamed for not spending money I don’t have on a degree I probably won’t use. (See my comment re: being a mom.)

I think when I finally discovered the “Fatosphere,” (thank you, Mel) I was already prepared for the idea that what other people think doesn’t have to be what I think. I don’t have to be ashamed of myself because I’m fat. I don’t have to internalize what society says is beautiful. I can be me doing my thing, and it’s not only okay, it’s fucking AWESOME.

At the end of the day, THAT is what I want to pass on to my kids. “Be yourself; it’s enough.” (Oh. Also “Old skool rap makes life worth living.” So, those two things.)

Weight loss and body acceptance.

First, I want to apologize for the length of this post. I’m still learning my way around Tumblr, and I THINK I’ve got the whole jump-cut figured out, but if not…well…my b, my b.

Read More

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.  -Eleanor Roosevelt

No one can make you feel inferior without your consent. -Eleanor Roosevelt

Socks. Two at a time.

Socks. Two at a time.

Curve: The LOVELIEST distance between two points.
-Mae West

Curve: The LOVELIEST distance between two points.

-Mae West

Beautiful.

Beautiful.

(Source: findmeinthevalley, via curvyisthenewblack)

Happy girls are the prettiest girls.
-Audrey Hepburn

Happy girls are the prettiest girls.

-Audrey Hepburn

So, I post little notes to the girls on their bathroom mirror. I got this one back, and it is much improved.

So, I post little notes to the girls on their bathroom mirror. I got this one back, and it is much improved.

So, Missy and I were IM’ing about the stuff I’ve been talking about lately, and I told Missy something I want to stop doing is judging big girls for wearing clothes that show more than I think is appropriate.I mean, who the fuck do I think I am judging a girl for wearing size 26 booty shorts? If she feels good, what does it matter to me what she’s wearing? (Although, I do want to know where she found the damn things in her size.)And I’m like that about a LOT of clothing options for fat chicks. Stuff that wouldn’t bother me in the least on a thin person will make me sideeye a fat girl in a hot minute. HOW IS THAT OKAY?Isn’t that effectively saying, “Well, I know I said errybody should be happy in their own skin and say EFF SOCIETY’S STANDARDS, but I didn’t really mean you should, like, APPLY that to your clothing choices!!!”?And really, who am I to judge anyone for what they wear? I roll out in pajama pants on a regular basis. I’m generally found in a t-shirt and yoga pants (when I’m feeling like I have to get dressed). Who made me the fashion police?What it comes down to I think is my own discomfort with my body. I won’t let myself wear some stuff because I’m OMG TOO BIG, so I get jealous when I see big girls who are like, “IDGAF. I’m hot.” I want to drag them down to my level, y’know?On the other hand, as much as it sucks, society does have standards, and people will judge. So, how far should a person go to protect themselves from that? Well, honestly? Right now I’m thinking “Fuck that. Wear what makes you feel beautiful/sexy/whatever. If other people don’t like it, fuck ‘em.”However, let me say this - stop with the booty shorts, bitches. Fat, thin, I don’t care. Stop it. I don’t want to see your ass cheeks unless I’m about to nail you like I’m holding Thor’s hammer, okay? So keep that shit put away. Heh.
P.S. I really must thank my beloved Mel for leading me to so many sites about body acceptance. I feel very empowered by all of this. Mostly, I feel like I must stop putting things on hold ‘til I can buy them in a certain size. I mean, let’s face it - my body is never going to be perfect, no matter how much I weigh. (My dad’s genetic input leads to thick trunk with itty bitty appendages. Us Petersons are truly apple-shaped folks.) So it’s time to wear sundresses and cute t-shirts and whatever else I want. HOW YA LIKE THEM APPLES, WORLD?

So, Missy and I were IM’ing about the stuff I’ve been talking about lately, and I told Missy something I want to stop doing is judging big girls for wearing clothes that show more than I think is appropriate.

I mean, who the fuck do I think I am judging a girl for wearing size 26 booty shorts? If she feels good, what does it matter to me what she’s wearing? (Although, I do want to know where she found the damn things in her size.)

And I’m like that about a LOT of clothing options for fat chicks. Stuff that wouldn’t bother me in the least on a thin person will make me sideeye a fat girl in a hot minute. HOW IS THAT OKAY?

Isn’t that effectively saying, “Well, I know I said errybody should be happy in their own skin and say EFF SOCIETY’S STANDARDS, but I didn’t really mean you should, like, APPLY that to your clothing choices!!!”?

And really, who am I to judge anyone for what they wear? I roll out in pajama pants on a regular basis. I’m generally found in a t-shirt and yoga pants (when I’m feeling like I have to get dressed). Who made me the fashion police?

What it comes down to I think is my own discomfort with my body. I won’t let myself wear some stuff because I’m OMG TOO BIG, so I get jealous when I see big girls who are like, “IDGAF. I’m hot.” I want to drag them down to my level, y’know?

On the other hand, as much as it sucks, society does have standards, and people will judge. So, how far should a person go to protect themselves from that? Well, honestly? Right now I’m thinking “Fuck that. Wear what makes you feel beautiful/sexy/whatever. If other people don’t like it, fuck ‘em.”

However, let me say this - stop with the booty shorts, bitches. Fat, thin, I don’t care. Stop it. I don’t want to see your ass cheeks unless I’m about to nail you like I’m holding Thor’s hammer, okay? So keep that shit put away. Heh.

P.S. I really must thank my beloved Mel for leading me to so many sites about body acceptance. I feel very empowered by all of this. Mostly, I feel like I must stop putting things on hold ‘til I can buy them in a certain size. I mean, let’s face it - my body is never going to be perfect, no matter how much I weigh. (My dad’s genetic input leads to thick trunk with itty bitty appendages. Us Petersons are truly apple-shaped folks.) So it’s time to wear sundresses and cute t-shirts and whatever else I want. HOW YA LIKE THEM APPLES, WORLD?

Let’s make Dean in gym shorts the most reblogged picture on Tumblr.
Random crap on a random day.
Weight loss and body acceptance.

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