My mother sits at the table
at all the right pauses
In the speechless conversation
Her right hand meticulously
Tries to appear to be
picking at her food
When every move is
And when her mother’s
Left eyebrow rises slowly
And her lips thin…
Do not make people feel bad if they are naturally thicker.
Do not make people feel bad if they are naturally skinny.
If someone has an eating disorder (either way), just fucking BE THERE FOR THEM. Listen, offer your shoulder to cry on, hand to hold. They’re not stupid, or scary, oftentimes just sad.
And this should be applied to EVERYTHING. Physical disorders, problems, mental disorders…everything.
We all need to help each other, not point and shame. Fuck.
imagine trying to take a shit while in the arena
like with cameras everywhere and the constant fear of being killed
and like what would happen if someone popped up and killed you mid poop
and you became know as the person who died mid poop during the hunger games
Oh shut up. Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but still you choose to believe that the night will last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad. So you might as well smile while you’re here.
i hate messaging people first all the time it makes me feel extremely needy so im sending psychic forces to urge you all to message me first got it