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becauseiamawoman:

First, let me apologize for how long it took me to get to this review. It took me awhile to get around to using the Lunette Cup due to getting my IUD, and some other issues. Anyways,…

sickly-thin:

It’s funny how such unexpected things come from unexpected people. As my mother and I walk up the street together, me lugging handfuls of shopping bags, nearly falling over from the weight of them on my empty stomach, I keep my eyes fixed ahead of me: the view of grey London buildings I’ve grown up with, swathed in November fog.

This is what I want, I have to keep reminding myself. My life has become a series of monotonous events. I hate myself for not breathing when my lungs expand, for not truly seeing when my eyes open, and for not fully feeling what I touch. I hate myself for making her give me this talk. It’s long overdue. The people I know take their turns to give me these talks, but hers is the worst, because I care about her the most. I’m letting her down, and if I dared to look at her I’d see it in her eyes. But I hate myself too, and I hate myself for hating myself in the first place. It’s my own, personal, and very ridiculous Catch-22. I’m finally doing what I’ve always felt all my life I should do - everything. And not only everything, but everything perfectly. Apparently, though, nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. I feel like the edges of myself have faded away. That I have left myself in bits and pieces here and there, yet nonetheless I lack a true, tangible identity. I’m not clearly defined, even though society struggles to stigmatise everyone and everything with a label. I’m not specific in any way. I’m not whole.

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we get rejected, when we feel desires, allow ourselves to have a self, an idenity, we get  rejected by our global patriarchy in all of it’s manifestations , repressed by rape, but the women, the feminie energy has a whole, had to much of this, only for so long lambs can offer their necks for the slaughter

ED is really a survival method of people who have taken so much rejection and dehumanization that the ego disappears, no value in self, no worth of existence, (that’s the brick wall you run into when trying to recover, why would we want to exist? what’s the value/use in that?) Even in buddism where the minimizing of ego is of great relevance they acknowledge you need enough to not kill yourself, see some value and service in what you do, so when your society has an entirety has been devaluing/dehumanizing around 50% of all people for centuries upon centuries the genetic’s for lack of ego and repression of self becomes a trait of survival passed down to our daughters, so in this environment where women are not permitted to value themselves, how do we survive? we hate ourselves more, we devalue and despise ourselves because…well….isn’t that our purpose? it’s what we’ve been shown is our part, our role, our brick in the wall. To want to survive you must have purpose and that is the only purpose our society has to show for us girls, to be dismissed, to be the ones being repressed to be the ones who are wrong, and since our egos are dead by this same accord this is what we us to revitalizes our egos, what allows us to survive, we hate ourselves, we starve, we binge, we cut, we bruise, we eat till we puke (cuz if you feel any desire to eat your a fat pig anyway) remember we are EATING DISORDERED we can not connect to our most fundamental and basic fuel for life, we can’t use it in any way that does not harm ourselves, just has purpose, the main fuel in the desire to live, must have something to do with harming ourselves, our society won’t let us have any other

fyeahclinicallydepressedkoala:

“They make it sound like some magical thing, like one day you’ll just wake up and not be depressed anymore. And 80% of the time, this is coming from people who have never had depression or other mental illnesses.”

Submitted by the exquisite splice-and-dice.

[Image: 18-piece green and blue background with a sad-looking koala in the centre. Top text reads: “”It gets better!”” Bottom text reads: “How.”]

really, how. like yea i know it can get better with time but just saying it gets better and leaving everyone to fight their personal manifestations of a choased/diseased society just doesn’t work. we need to start examining why it’s so shitty to start with how to combat the shitty hate.

camgirlsweethearts:

Hate the pimps, not the girls.  

Seriously, let’s fight exploitation but let’s make certain we don’t hurt the people we want to help.  Sex work is real work. If you don’t respect sluts, you don’t respect women. Let’s make the world’s oldest profession safe.

nearly every fucking damn day