curiousfeministslut:

So yes, I’m posting another selfie. I’m 21 and as long as I can remember I have always hated myself, even in kindergarden I thought I was fat and ugly. I always wanted to be one of the “pretty girls”. I was always friends with the “pretty girls” but it was never me. While all my friends had guys asking them out and texting them in middle school, I didn’t get my first boyfriend until I was 17 and I felt like there was something wrong with me. I would spend hours staring at myself and picking out every flaw, piling on makeup, starving myself, and throwing up just to look pretty and I was never happy. I’m not saying there is anything wrong with wearing make-up, if it makes you feel pretty then go for it, what was wrong is that I was using it because I felt like I had too. I use to cut out pictures of models and celebrities and put them around my mirror as a reminder of what to strive for (by the way, everyone has pores even movie stars). My entire existence revolved around how many guys found me attractive. Even if a guy made me uncomfortable I would tell myself “He said I was pretty so I guess I’ll give him my number.” The point of this rant is not to throw myself a pity party, I’ve done enough of that. For the first time in my life I’m confident to say I really don’t give a flying fuck what someone else thinks of me. I have therapists, doctors, family, and friends asking why I’m not dating anyone or telling me I should at least try to date. But you know what? I’m enjoying not being attached to anyone. I enjoy the fact that I can leave the house and not have panic attacks, I enjoy the fact that I can eat an apple and not feel like I have to punish myself for it. My body and appearance are not the be-all-end-all of my existence. It’s not an overnight change, I have to constantly remind myself that my purpose for being alive is not to be visually pleasing to everyone else. So many industries are reliant on telling women there is always something wrong with them. Nearly every magazine has tips on how to make a guy happy. People are looked down on for posting pictures of themselves because it’s considered self-centered basically enforcing the idea you’re never going to be good enough and as long as you have flaws you shouldn’t be happy with yourself. I want it out there that it’s actually pretty fucking rad to be happy with yourself and flaws are pretty sweet. I would rather see pictures of people saying “I feel great today!” or “My skin looks pretty good today” then pictures of a fucking tree or sky. I can google image that shit or go outside. Call me narcissistic all you want, I really don’t give a fuck. I am relishing my new found confidence.

curiousfeministslut:

So yes, I’m posting another selfie. I’m 21 and as long as I can remember I have always hated myself, even in kindergarden I thought I was fat and ugly. I always wanted to be one of the “pretty girls”. I was always friends with the “pretty girls” but it was never me. While all my friends had guys asking them out and texting them in middle school, I didn’t get my first boyfriend until I was 17 and I felt like there was something wrong with me. I would spend hours staring at myself and picking out every flaw, piling on makeup, starving myself, and throwing up just to look pretty and I was never happy. I’m not saying there is anything wrong with wearing make-up, if it makes you feel pretty then go for it, what was wrong is that I was using it because I felt like I had too. I use to cut out pictures of models and celebrities and put them around my mirror as a reminder of what to strive for (by the way, everyone has pores even movie stars). My entire existence revolved around how many guys found me attractive. Even if a guy made me uncomfortable I would tell myself “He said I was pretty so I guess I’ll give him my number.” The point of this rant is not to throw myself a pity party, I’ve done enough of that. For the first time in my life I’m confident to say I really don’t give a flying fuck what someone else thinks of me. I have therapists, doctors, family, and friends asking why I’m not dating anyone or telling me I should at least try to date. But you know what? I’m enjoying not being attached to anyone. I enjoy the fact that I can leave the house and not have panic attacks, I enjoy the fact that I can eat an apple and not feel like I have to punish myself for it. My body and appearance are not the be-all-end-all of my existence. It’s not an overnight change, I have to constantly remind myself that my purpose for being alive is not to be visually pleasing to everyone else. So many industries are reliant on telling women there is always something wrong with them. Nearly every magazine has tips on how to make a guy happy. People are looked down on for posting pictures of themselves because it’s considered self-centered basically enforcing the idea you’re never going to be good enough and as long as you have flaws you shouldn’t be happy with yourself. I want it out there that it’s actually pretty fucking rad to be happy with yourself and flaws are pretty sweet. I would rather see pictures of people saying “I feel great today!” or “My skin looks pretty good today” then pictures of a fucking tree or sky. I can google image that shit or go outside. Call me narcissistic all you want, I really don’t give a fuck. I am relishing my new found confidence.

enerjax:

Just in case you didn’t know.. he likes to use his body (*u*)

onebuttscratcher:

"As an actor, you are aware of how a role can seep into your real life" - Benedict Cumberbatch
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onebuttscratcher:

"As an actor, you are aware of how a role can seep into your real life" - Benedict Cumberbatch

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tfios-countdown:

Hi everyone! I’ve really enjoyed running this blog for the last several months and since I have the means at the moment I want to do something for YOU my lovely followers.

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lovingmyfangirllife:

Hey guys so i’ve seen other people try this and thought i would try it. I was suppose to switch schools this year but my mom changed her mind and now i cant, and now the only way her and Joe will let me switch for sophomore year is if this gets 30,000 notes. I got bullied so much last year that i went back in the closet and i’ve talked to the principal of the school my mom is making me go to and he cant to anything about bullying because of “religious freedom”. I went on a tour of the school I want to go to and met who my classmates would be and i feel completely safe there, while at the school my mom wants me to go to I dont feel safe and my anxiety is worse. So maybe we can get enough notes on this for me to transfer? 

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hunted-and-hunting:

lovingmyfangirllife:

Hey guys so i’ve seen other people try this and thought i would try it. I was suppose to switch schools this year but my mom changed her mind and now i cant, and now the only way her and Joe will let me switch for sophomore year is if this gets 30,000 notes. I got bullied so much last year that i went back in the closet and i’ve talked to the principal of the school my mom is making me go to and he cant to anything about bullying because of “religious freedom”. I went on a tour of the school I want to go to and met who my classmates would be and i feel completely safe there, while at the school my mom wants me to go to I dont feel safe and my anxiety is worse. So maybe we can get enough notes on this for me to transfer? 

REBLOG THE SHIT OUT OF THIS COME ON GUYS!!

tfios-changed-my-life:

I’m not even sorry I made my own gif of this. 

tfios-changed-my-life:

I’m not even sorry I made my own gif of this. 

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