now-im-a-warriorr:

Let me tell you what skinny felt like to me.
Skinny was exhaustion like I’ve never felt before.
Skinny was the fear of anyone, even my family, looking at me.
Skinny was crying at the dinner table because the screams of ED drowned out the pleas of my family.
Skinny was excruciating rib pain and stomach pain that made me double over and beg for relief.
Skinny was being unable to sing at my idol’s concert because my throat was burned from my own self-destruction.
Skinny was being disappointed when I woke up every morning.
Skinny was panic attacks that made me want to—and try to—claw my own eyes out.
Skinny was guilt and self-disgust when my mother held me and cried because her daughter was dying every minute because, even after all that, she truly believed that “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels.”
Well, I had a slice of cake yesterday, and let me tell you what it tasted like.
It tasted like freedom from the shackles that have imprisoned me for five years.
It tasted like strength that vomiting and starvation could have never given me.
It tasted like the light that’s been lost from my life for so long.
It tasted like the laughter I could finally have at the dinner table.
It tasted like a gain, not of weight, but of my life.
It tasted like pride when my mother held me and smiled because she’s getting her daughter back.
So “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”?
Bullshit.

lardybarbie:

proletarianprincess:

liamdryden:

fizzylimon:

imericschneider:

kyliesparks27:

pikatru:

trashrabbits:

*white parent voice* i cant believe kanye and kim named their baby North West!! thats ridiculous!! oh no, its almost 4:30, i need to pick up my kids Mackaylikiah and Ashleighyie from their water polo practice!

I always reblog this post so fucking fast every time it comes on my dash my phone shuts down the tumblr app and reboots

McKarty 64 is my favorite Mario Kart game.

My favorite part is that the blog post the photo was taken from detailed this mother’s decision-making process and chose this name because her husband saw it on a road sign on the way home

She named her daughter after a road sign

a road sign

there was a girl at my school called “zona” cause he parents went on holiday to spain and saw it and thought it was a nice name. IT LITERALLY MEANS ZONE

“47 month old”