hex-girlfriend:

i fucking hate myself and i hate my life like forreals what am i even doing i don’t understand anything anymore

before-and-after-pictures:

the-fit-girl:

This is what I accomplished since November, despite all the slip-ups and bumps in the road. Even if I did take one step back for every two steps forward, I still moved in the right direction.
What strikes me the most though isn’t how much my body has changed, but rather, how much it looks the same. I have the same body, only a bit smaller than before. It’s really forcing me to understand that when you lose weight, you don’t get a whole new body. You will still be you, and you have to learn to accept and love the body that you do have.



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before-and-after-pictures:

the-fit-girl:

This is what I accomplished since November, despite all the slip-ups and bumps in the road. Even if I did take one step back for every two steps forward, I still moved in the right direction.

What strikes me the most though isn’t how much my body has changed, but rather, how much it looks the same. I have the same body, only a bit smaller than before. It’s really forcing me to understand that when you lose weight, you don’t get a whole new body. You will still be you, and you have to learn to accept and love the body that you do have.

Follow for weight loss before and after pictures everyday! 

The way to get around most things is information.

Throngs of dreadlocked Italians were smoking joints, drinking beer, grooving to the rhythms of Bob Marley, Steel Pulseand other reggae icons. Most striking was how comfortable these Italians seemed in their appropriated shoes, adopting a foreign culture and somehow making it theirs. The scene reinforced my sense of how far we’ve come since the days when people dressed, talked and celebrated only that which sprang from their own background. For the first time in my life, I was fully aware of the spiritual concept that we’re all simply one.

That sense hasn’t left me. Everywhere I look, I see young people — such as my two younger brothers, a Japanese-anime-obsessed 11-year-old and a pastel-Polo-sporting 21-year-old — adopting styles, hobbies and attitudes from outside the culture in which they were raised. Last month in a Los Angeles barbershop, I was waiting to get my trademark Afro cut when I noticed a brother in his late teens sitting, eyes closed, as the barber clipped his hair into a “‘frohawk”, the punk-inspired African American adaptation of the mohawk. Asked why he chose the look, the guy, without looking up, shrugged, “Something different.” Immediately, I understood. Minutes later, his “different” cut became my new look.

Cultural Appropriation

Non-Japanese person learns Japanese martial art

An African American man wears a kilt

White girls on the internet watch anime

Africans playing European instruments
 

 

Ugh. It’s easier to deal with someone not loving you than not loving yourself.

This is one of the best ideas I’ve ever heard.

luthieneriol:

faintheartednot:

thewinchesterswagger:

davestridersdirtydreams:

they should invent

a treadmill

with a laptop built in

and unless you were walking, the internet wouldn’t work

like you had to be walking on it, you can’t just trick it and stand on the sides

i would lose so much weight

and like if you wanted to download something you had to run

and the faster you ran, the faster it downloaded

I’d be the skinniest bitch in this world.

This is the best idea ever.

(via getonmyclassiness)

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I just want a new bra. Fuck.

(via myged)

Shall I swear off men? I should.

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