a haiku:
this weight on my chest
cannot ever be lifted
oh wait it’s just boobs
I like when boys’ T-shirts are almost too small, but not and they like stretch over their chest, and wow
boys
Things not to say to me while I’m eating:
- That’s a lot of food
- That’s not enough food
- You’re going to eat all of that???!??
- That looks gross
- That’s not healthy
- That looks healthy
- That’s disgusting
- Why are you eating that?
- I’m glad you’re eating more
In case you didn’t understand, DON’T MENTION ANYTHING ABOUT MY EATING/FOOD/INTAKE WHETHER IT BE POSITIVE OR NEGATIVE I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT.
(via my-red-rum)
"I understood that the attachment to myself and my image … was actually taking me away from my self, away from this wonderful opportunity to just sit, just breathe, just feel the warm animal of my body, just feel the soft, sultry heat of June. The density of my attachment was making it impossible for me to have a truly satisfying experience of life in my body just as it was in the moment. When under the sway of this obsession, my mind’s attention was always in the fantasized future, or the idealized or devalued past - never present to the reality of the moment."
