My opinion

Any “real women have curves” campaign or caption on a photo bothers me. I have curves, but I am no more of a real woman than my naturally skinny friend. I am no more of a real woman than my friend who works out all the time. I am no more of a real woman than the large woman who lives down the hall from me. Photoshop does not make a real woman. Real women are curvy, skinny, bony, muscular, all over the spectrum. As long as you are doing healthy things, as long as you are losing weight to make YOU happy and doing it in a healthy and safe way, as long as you do not do things to harm your body, you are beautiful. If you are not healthy, if you lose weight to make others happy, or if you harm your body, you are still beautiful. You just may need a little help seeing that. All women (and all people who identify as women) are “real women”. We are not defined by our body shape.


rockys-cock:

This picture was too good for me not to share. 
This is Chris Dobens, creator of the Boston Strong T shirt campaign, embracing his girlfriend,Emily Engelhardt, who was injured in last year’s marathon bombing, right before she crosses the finish line. 
This picture is, in my opinion, one of the most important ones taken today. 

rockys-cock:

This picture was too good for me not to share. 

This is Chris Dobens, creator of the Boston Strong T shirt campaign, embracing his girlfriend,Emily Engelhardt, who was injured in last year’s marathon bombing, right before she crosses the finish line. 

This picture is, in my opinion, one of the most important ones taken today. 

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She is not “my girl.”

She belongs to herself. And I am blessed, for with all her freedom, she still comes back to me, moment-to-moment, day-by-day, and night-by-night.

How much more blessed can I be?


Look around your college classroom, spot the virgins.

See, this seems like a game until you skip over the girl with a short skirt and hair in front of her eyes because you heard last summer that she slept with like nineteen guys. You can’t see her hands, but they’re under the table, pulling a rosary through her fingers as she tries to wash the sin off her. She’s only ever kissed three people in her whole life and they’re all girls. She turned down the wrong guy and he told everyone she’s “a whore.” The label “slut” stuck to the bottom of her shoe and swallowed her up.

But that quiet girl who is always reading probably never touched someone else’s penis, you figure, because you don’t know that she goes home and strips down and pulls on tight black leather, you don’t know she’s got a set of whips that could make any set of knees quiver, you don’t know because she’s proud of what she does but she’s not stupid enough to let anyone know about it. She’s sexy, just not here, not where people judge.

See, the truth is: you have no idea who has lost their virginity, because it doesn’t change you. It doesn’t give you some kind of glow or superpower or stamp on your forehead. You know the feeling of waking up on your birthday and thinking “I don’t feel any older whatsoever”? That’s what maybe they’re all so afraid of you finding out: sex doesn’t change you. Sex doesn’t make you an animal, sex doesn’t suddenly make your relationship a million times more stable or intimate or romantic - it can’t fix what’s broken, although it can make the pain go away for a bit. Sex doesn’t really occur with eighty tea lights and a thick white rug. Sex is ugly and loud and frequently awkward, sex is excellent and breathtaking and when you wake up the next morning, you’re the exact same person. There’s not some magical connection with the person in bed beside you. Believe it or not, pregnancy isn’t some kind of punishment - but practice safe sex, get tested, don’t spread your germs around. They want to tell you, “Sex can ruin you” and I’ve heard that a lot as a little girl, that some boy would join me under my sheets and then dump me four days after, used, unhappy.

But I figured out that I’m not a fucking toy. Letting someone have sex with me is not letting them “use” me, because I’m not an object. My father said the issue lay in the fact “Men are insecure and need to know that they’re the best you ever had,” but I think that’s a steaming crock of absolute-wrong and if I didn’t tell the people I’m with how many others I’d slept beside, there would be literally no way for them to know my number, because I don’t rust, I don’t wear out, I don’t get bruised. I’m not a wilting fruit, I don’t go rotten.

But here’s the thing: some people connect sex and emotion. I don’t personally because I am probably secretly an ice storm in disguise, but I still respect my partner’s desires. If they’re the type to want love and sex to coincide, I let them. I don’t make fun, I don’t pull one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits, because it’s not their “reputation” I’m afraid for: it’s their heart I’m defending.

Here’s the thing: Instead of worrying about people’s “purity” and how it defines them as a person, worry instead about how you can protect other people’s emotions.

Because here’s the thing: look around your room and spot the virgins. Look harder. You can’t tell. Sex doesn’t alter people, it doesn’t make them act in a certain way nor dress in a certain manner. Sex and personality have nothing to do with each other. There’s a reason that virginity doesn’t show on someone’s face: because having sex doesn’t cause you to change.



z-o-l-a:

My dad gave our 2 month old English bulldog puppy a taste of strawberry Popsicle today. This is true happiness.

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capricci0sa:

shadywarriorprincess:

THANK! i’ve been waiting for this <3

FUCK YES FUCK YES FUCK YYYAAAASSSSS

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staceythinx:

The beautiful palette of Finnish winter captured by photographer Valtteri Mulkahainen 

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do-not-touch-my-food:

Banana Nut Pancakes

do-not-touch-my-food:

Banana Nut Pancakes

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takecontroloftheradio:

Fresh out of a J.Crew catalog today. Feeling good about this outfit.

I&#8217;ve gotten a lot of compliments both at work and at class today on this outfit and it makes me very happy.

takecontroloftheradio:

Fresh out of a J.Crew catalog today. Feeling good about this outfit.

I’ve gotten a lot of compliments both at work and at class today on this outfit and it makes me very happy.


Fresh out of a J.Crew catalog today. Feeling good about this outfit.

Fresh out of a J.Crew catalog today. Feeling good about this outfit.


Cute underwear is the first step you can take to start your day off right.



claudiagray:

In which Jimmy Fallon nails it. 

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