I girl I know posted this on facebook
"curvy girls are better; bones are for dogs, meat is for men."
Honestly, not every girl who has hip bones showing is forcing herself to be skinny. Some people naturally have a fast metabolism. A lot of girls are born without too much meat on their bodies. Other girls exercise and play a lot of sports. Some girls are happy with their bodies that way. It's their body, they can be skinny if they want, just like other girls don't do anything about their body. Some girls think it's okay to shame other girls who don't have as much meat as them. Just because someone isn't as big as you doesn't make you any better than them. Just because your hip bones show, doesn't mean you are only suited for the dogs. People don't realize that posts like that lower someone else's self-esteem as much as it does when someone posts about large people. There is nothing wrong about being underweight or skinny just as much as there is nothing wrong with being curvy. Stop shaming girls who are thin.
"curvy girls are better; bones are for dogs, meat is for men."
Honestly, not every girl who has hip bones showing is forcing herself to be skinny. Some people naturally have a fast metabolism. A lot of girls are born without too much meat on their bodies. Other girls exercise and play a lot of sports. Some girls are happy with their bodies that way. It's their body, they can be skinny if they want, just like other girls don't do anything about their body. Some girls think it's okay to shame other girls who don't have as much meat as them. Just because someone isn't as big as you doesn't make you any better than them. Just because your hip bones show, doesn't mean you are only suited for the dogs. People don't realize that posts like that lower someone else's self-esteem as much as it does when someone posts about large people. There is nothing wrong about being underweight or skinny just as much as there is nothing wrong with being curvy. Stop shaming girls who are thin.
it was a winter kind of love,
the kind that spoke with eyes, actions and bodies.
because the chill and cold didn't matter when limbs became tangled.
neither did words. they weren't enough.
why did one have to say, "I love you,"
when it could be spoken through fingers on the spine and lips on the collarbone?
it was the need for presense.
for keeping the hands from getting numb, and making the cheeks warm.
because there's no such thing as too close when it was this cold.
it was a winter kind of love,
the kind that melted like the snow.
Just think
about it, though.
We can stop a speeding bullet, us, our bodies, and, if we can't,
we can at least slow it. We're enough to make a dagger stop moving
and we're too thick for rain to pass through. We're not weak, no, not
at all. In fact, we're stronger than we think, better than we believe.
We can stop a speeding bullet, us, our bodies, and, if we can't,
we can at least slow it. We're enough to make a dagger stop moving
and we're too thick for rain to pass through. We're not weak, no, not
at all. In fact, we're stronger than we think, better than we believe.
Have you ever seen a dead body? No, not on television, not on
crime scene series. But an actual bleeding, ripped up human
being. It is one of the most disturbing things you will ever
witness. It haunts you like a vivid shadow in the quietest, black
nights. Blood everywhere. Deformed bones. Torn tissues. Years of
life lost.
My Christmas
List:
- The dead bodies
of my enemies
- The dead bodies
of my enemies
Don't pìss me off today, I'm running out of places to hide these bodies
LET THE BODIES HIT THE
FLOOR!!!
-Drowning Pool
-Drowning Pool
Girls who are bigger always say that
they're uncomfortable with their bodies
and they wish they were skinny
but let me tell you something
I'm a twig, as skinny as they come
and I'm not comfortable with my body either
they're uncomfortable with their bodies
and they wish they were skinny
but let me tell you something
I'm a twig, as skinny as they come
and I'm not comfortable with my body either
When I am lonely for boys it’s their bodies I miss. I study
their hands lifting the cigarettes in the darkness of the movie
theaters, the slope of a shoulder, the angle of a hip. Looking at
them sideways, I examine them in different lights. My love for
them is visual: that is the part of them I would like to possess.
Don’t move, I think. Stay like that, let me
have that.
