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people mistake the innate need for love as someone being desperate

we as people need other people and love of all kinds to survive, it is a fact

that’s not desperation, your needs just need to be met and don’t ever feel bad about that

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also this is my favorite vine


People are already getting excited about Halloween and by people I mean me

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would you say "skinny shaming" is the same thing as "reverse racism"? (like neither one of them actually exist) thank you!! (btw the way i'm a hispanic girl with a chubby belly and enormous thighs)



Yeah it would be like the same thing

I’m not for body shaming at all but to equate fat shaming and body shaming to the same level is completely bogus like I’ve been on both sides of this and when I was fat I was called horrible names and felt like shit about my body and constantly told to lose weight, but when I was super skinny I was also taunted, but people who tried to make me feel better said “they’re just jealous of you” and no one said that when I was fat.

Even if someone is shamed for being skinny, there’s more people who will praise them for looking that way. It’s the opposite for fat people.

You shouldn’t shame people for their body type, regardless of what they look like. But what bothers me is when people think that fat pride or bigger girls being confident in their body means attacking skinny women or skinny shaming. It’s not on the same level. Skinny people are always seen as ideal. You are the ideal. You are the norm. Fat people are demonized and seen as lazy and unhealthy so it irks me when people compare those two as if they’re on the same level of oppression.

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my writing style could best be described as “probably more commas than is entirely necessary”

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"I first learned that I was crippled when I was eight. We played a game in the yard where we would race and do somersaults. When even the youngest kids beat me, I knew I had a problem. Then when it was time to go to school, I was the only one who couldn’t go, because it was a very far walk."
"Do you remember the saddest moment of your life?"
"When I turned twenty, I had this moment where I realized that I hadn’t been able to get any education. And suddenly I knew that I’d probably never have a family."

(Nairobi, Kenya)