“Weight and body oppression is oppressive to everyone. When you live in a society that says that one kind of body is bad and and other is good, those with “good” bodies constantly fear that their bodies will go “bad”, and those with “bad” bodies are expected feel shame and do everything they can to have “good” bodies. In the process, we torture our bodies, and do everything from engage in disordered eating to invasive surgery to make ourselves okay. Nobody wins in this kind of struggle.”—Golda Poretsky (via ashagovino)
“You are not your bra size, nor are you the width of your waist, nor are you the slenderness of your calves. You are not your hair color, your skin color, nor are you a shade of lipstick. Your shoe size is of no consequence. You are not defined by the amount of attention you get from males, females, or any combination thereof. You are not the number of sit-ups you can do, nor are you the number of calories in a day. You are not your mustache. You are not the hair on your legs. You are not a little red dress. You are no amalgam of these things. You are the content of your character. You are the ambitions that drive you. You are the goals that you set. You are the things that you laugh at and the words that you say. You are the thoughts you think and the things you wonder. You are beautiful and desirable not for the clique you attend, but for the spark of life within you that compels you to make your life a full and meaningful one. You are beautiful not for the shape of the vessel, but for the volume of the soul it carries.”—Unknown (via atomos)
I have been interested in the goings-on of North Korea for almost a year now, and with each passing day my interest grows more. Before too long, I might have a full-blown obsession.
Kim Jong Il’s death… Kim Jong Un coming into power… what does this mean to the oppressed people of North Korea? Will they ever truly be free? What could I possibly do to help? These questions plague my mind day and night.
I told Jared that I wanted ice cream and he got up from the couch, said “okay, I’ll go get some” AND WENT TO THE GROCERY STORE TO BUY ME ICE CREAM. He came back with two tubs, and I am completely in love with this man. He is currently sitting across the living room from me, playing “Blackbird” on the guitar.
We’ve got a keeper here, folks.
Sorry, I just had to get it out somehow to keep from squealing my head off right now.
I just want to thank you. I've been struggling with my relationship with Christ for such a long time, and when I feel down, like i'm losing hope, I read your posts,and I feel the strength come back to me. The Lord is using you in such a beautiful way. Thank you, Diana.
Wow, I am speechless. I’m so honored and humbled to know that! Thank you, Anon!
"i saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. from the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. one fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was brilliant professor…and another fig was europe and africa and south america…and beyond and above these figs were many more figs i couldn’t quite make out. i saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because i couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs i would choose. i wanted each and every one of them but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as i sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”