I love books. The ability to be sitting in a crowd of people and yet still being able to escape into a whole new world. Reading will never be outdated or forgotten, because our imaginations and minds crave them. The feeling of slipping into other worlds for a while is one of the greatest ways to treat yourself.
After getting ticked about how fat people think I am, I went to the store and bought Bacon Salt (low sodium), Popcorn (the no salt or butter kind) and half a cake (seriously, half..in this weird triangle form). I was bound and determined to eat like a fat ass, since that’s what they think I am.
I managed a handful of popcorn and five bites of cake before my body promptly informed me that it was not amused with my shenanigans and that no matter what anyone says, the food that is acceptable for eating is not the things that people think I eat.
So, I had a bite of sorbetto and a sammich for dinner and this morning I’m having wheat toast with a thin layer of blackberry preserves.
If I’m so fat, then why can’t I eat fat ass foods? :P
“Fat people who love themselves scare the shit out of people who don’t love themselves. Even fat people who are TRYING to love themselves scare the shit out of people who can’t do the same. We force people to have to look at why they hate their bodies because we are “supposed” to hate ours and we don’t. And sometimes they have no idea what to do with that, so they act like assholes.”—Tigress Osborn (via erinkyan)
"They’ll come up with their boyfriend and I’ll ask what she’d like and she won’t tell me, but she’ll tell her boyfriend who will then have to tell me. Order for yourself! What is this, 1900?!?” -HoneyBeeInTheCity
I found this in a blog post and had to respond.
I have personally experienced a plethora of workers in various locations that DO NOT ACKNOWLEDGE ME. I’ve asked a worker to help me at a counter, and when he turned he looked only briefly at me before answering my husband…about my question. I know he’s not thinking my tiny little girl voice came out of a 6 foot tall man. Workers honestly don’t think I exist. This happens in women’s clothing stores, too. If they ask me if I need anything and I say yes, they look bewildered and then look at James like I’m just speaking for him. Surely a female wouldn’t need help in a store catering to females!
Surely a female can’t understand anything in a location that doesn’t cater solely to females. Surely women shouldn’t ask question or get answers.