catastrophic-cuttlefish:

On the romanticism of mental illness. This is me, taken by my sister, psychotic in a psychiatric ward, where much of my life has been continually wasted. The illness is there in my face. My eyes and expression; it’s not even me. It doesn’t look like me. That is a sick person in the middle of hallucinations. Someone with unwashed hair, who hasn’t showered in weeks. I’m asking her if there are insects and microchips under my skin.
It’s so glamorous having nurses supervise you in the shower. So glamourous being on such heavy antipsychotics that you drool on yourself and can barely move. So glamourous having a nurse brush your teeth for you. So many glamourous medication side effects like bleeding gums, hair loss, weight gain, weight loss, shaking hands, rashes. Glamourous being so psychotic you can’t recognise your own family. Glamourous being taken out of university in an ambulance with staring crowds. Glamourous losing your job when they find out your mental health history. Glamourous losing friends, being unable to mix alcohol with your medication, missing uni and life and spending weeks seeing the blue and white walls and barred windows instead. Glamourous coughing up blood from medication toxicity. Glamorous having bruises and needle marks in your arms where they check your medication levels every week. Glamourous being stripped naked by nurses. Glamourous being in a coma with a catheter and a tube down your throat and nose with machines keeping you alive after an overdose. Glamourous in canvas restraint “suicide jackets”. The delicious hospital food. Glamourous developing an eating disorder from a persistent delusion when you’re convinced your food is poisoned (awesome, another illness!). Glamourous going into organ failure from the eating disorder and being hospitalised for that too. Glamourous hair loss, muscle wasting, lanugo, bone weakness, bruises from the anorexia caused as a secondary mental illness from your first. Glamourous having to divulge your diagnosis to your tutors to explain your disability support plan so you don’t fail when you’re hospitalised. Glamourous losing your relationships. Glamourous the disappointment on your family’s faces when you relapse yet again.
So effing GLAMOUROUS.

catastrophic-cuttlefish:

On the romanticism of mental illness. This is me, taken by my sister, psychotic in a psychiatric ward, where much of my life has been continually wasted. The illness is there in my face. My eyes and expression; it’s not even me. It doesn’t look like me. That is a sick person in the middle of hallucinations. Someone with unwashed hair, who hasn’t showered in weeks. I’m asking her if there are insects and microchips under my skin.

It’s so glamorous having nurses supervise you in the shower. So glamourous being on such heavy antipsychotics that you drool on yourself and can barely move. So glamourous having a nurse brush your teeth for you. So many glamourous medication side effects like bleeding gums, hair loss, weight gain, weight loss, shaking hands, rashes. Glamourous being so psychotic you can’t recognise your own family. Glamourous being taken out of university in an ambulance with staring crowds. Glamourous losing your job when they find out your mental health history. Glamourous losing friends, being unable to mix alcohol with your medication, missing uni and life and spending weeks seeing the blue and white walls and barred windows instead. Glamourous coughing up blood from medication toxicity. Glamorous having bruises and needle marks in your arms where they check your medication levels every week. Glamourous being stripped naked by nurses. Glamourous being in a coma with a catheter and a tube down your throat and nose with machines keeping you alive after an overdose. Glamourous in canvas restraint “suicide jackets”. The delicious hospital food. Glamourous developing an eating disorder from a persistent delusion when you’re convinced your food is poisoned (awesome, another illness!). Glamourous going into organ failure from the eating disorder and being hospitalised for that too. Glamourous hair loss, muscle wasting, lanugo, bone weakness, bruises from the anorexia caused as a secondary mental illness from your first. Glamourous having to divulge your diagnosis to your tutors to explain your disability support plan so you don’t fail when you’re hospitalised. Glamourous losing your relationships. Glamourous the disappointment on your family’s faces when you relapse yet again.

So effing GLAMOUROUS.

tessmunster:

darshanapathak:

Where do I begin.

So I had the misfortune of finding out that a photo taken of me on vacation by my boyfriend, was stolen and used without my permission here on the lovely r/fatpeoplehate on reddit. It not only disappoints me that people think that this behavior is okay, but that this subreddit even exists and hasn’t been removed at this point. There are TONS of photos of (mostly) women posted there; selfies stolen their personal blogs/facebooks/instagrams what have you (WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION), and posted on this horrible subreddit for people to harass them and leave hundreds of negative comments bravely behind their computer screens where no one can see them. I have always struggled with my weight and found it hard to get dressed and leave my bed some days, and have only recently started to accept the person I am after years of depression and health issues. I feel extremely violated and hurt that someone thought it was okay to take something that isn’t theirs, and use it for their own amusement and kicks.

We have since contacted reddit requesting them to remove this subreddit, but I find that doubtful considering how many removal requests they have probably received in the past for this forum, and it still remains active.

All I ask from you guys, is that you can please signal boost this post and hopefully get this horrible subreddit taken down for good for the sake of the poor unsuspecting people whose privacy has been violated and self worth diminished by these garbage people who have nothing better to do.

xoxo

Darshana

Fuck these people. Help me friend and many others who were violated and repost!

(via justabebopbaby)

notjuno:

damnaveragesheep:

stripperina:

rachellgmh:

I love that these ladies basically sent these dudes howlers.

At work the other day, a customer tried to take a photo of myself and another dancer, which is explicitly against the rules of our club. I grabbed his phone out of his hand, deleted the pics, and then proceeded to text his parent’s mobile number a message that basically said “I’m at the stripclub and I tried to sneak a picture so now strippers have stolen my phone and are letting you so you know that I’m bad at respecting club rules.”

dude


good

notjuno:

damnaveragesheep:

stripperina:

rachellgmh:

I love that these ladies basically sent these dudes howlers.

At work the other day, a customer tried to take a photo of myself and another dancer, which is explicitly against the rules of our club. I grabbed his phone out of his hand, deleted the pics, and then proceeded to text his parent’s mobile number a message that basically said “I’m at the stripclub and I tried to sneak a picture so now strippers have stolen my phone and are letting you so you know that I’m bad at respecting club rules.”

dude

good

(Source: fivetail, via fattyfourlyfe)

inlovewithtrouble:

unicornbl000d:

thystil-faerie:

hip-hop-lifestyle:

Sign language interpreter for Kendrick Lamar. [x]

I love her.

She’s so wonderful.

Epic win.

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10 Reasons Why Heathers is Just as Quotable as Mean Girls

(Source: bruciomcculloch, via justabebopbaby)

pardonmewhileipanic:

queenmerbabe:

fatdryad:

princessnitty:

nataliemeansnice:

lunarpuppy:

fatdryad:

nataliemeansnice:

#prettygirlsmakinguglyfaces

Even some of the most inspiring women of tumblr do this.

End this trend. Celebrate double chins. Stop perpetuating that they are ugly.

Body positivity and fat acceptance is not just for “pear” & “hour glass” figured white cis women with pretty thin faces.

^ spot on

….i don’t really appreciate this at all.

speaking as if i had ill intent toward anyone while making this is an actual reeeeeaaal stretch. the photo i just posted before this shows my chin and i in no way insinuate anything negative about it.

It isn’t a matter of having ill intent. It is a matter of accidentally perpetuating a hurtful idea. “Pretty girls making ugly faces” as a trend has been criticized before because most of the photos are centered around the girls giving themselves double chins. As a body positive, fat activist, inspiring feminist babe, I know you were not making this face to make fun of double chins. But, it can definitely be interpreted that way and we would like you to reconsider your post.

^

It doesn’t matter your intent - only the impact.

if i step on your foot

does it hurt?

yup

ok, now what if i told you i didn’t intend to step on your foot?

does it still hurt anyways?

yup

so listen, learn, improve

wolfrhamhart said: Seriously? How is Miami, Oklahoma pronounced then?

My-am-uh, as opposed to My-am-E.

thepondsaregone:

thorinoakenbutt:

castielandpie:

poryqon:

it bothers me that Kansas and Arkansas are not pronounced the same

I’m from the UK and I have been pronouncing Arkansas as Ar-Kansas my whole life

For all my non-american friends, Arkansas is pronounced ark-an-saw

WHAT

Get this…. Miami, Oklahoma and Miami, Florida are not pronounced the same either.

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tofuboots:

thecivilwarparlor:

Genocide Of The Native American Peoples- Post Civil War Years America.  "kill the Indian and save the man"

The Indian boarding school movement began in the post Civil War era when idealistic reformers turned their attention to the plight of Indian people. Whereas before many Americans regarded the native people with either fear or loathing, the reformers believed that with the proper education and treatment Indians could become just like other citizens. ie “Assimilation” = (Genocide)

One of the first efforts to accomplish this goal was the Carlisle Indian School in Pennsylvania, founded by Captain Richard Henry Pratt in 1879. Pratt was a leading proponent of the assimilation through education policy. Believing that Indian ways were inferior to those of whites, he subscribed to the principle, “kill the Indian and save the man.”

Children were usually immersed in European-American culture through appearance changes with haircuts, were forbidden to speak their native languages, and traditional names were replaced by new European-American names. The experience of the schools was often harsh, especially for the younger children who were separated from their families. In numerous ways, they were encouraged or forced to abandon their Native American identities and cultures. The number of Native American children in the boarding schools reached a peak in the 1970s, with an estimated enrollment of 60,000 in 1973. Investigations of the later twentieth century have revealed many documented cases of sexual, manual, physical and mental abuse occurring at such schools.

Arriving at the boarding schools, their lives usually altered dramatically. They were given short haircuts (a source of shame for boys of many tribes), uniforms, and English names. They were not allowed to speak their own languages, even between each other, and they were expected to attend church services and encouraged to convert to Christianity. Discipline was stiff in many schools (as it was in families and other areas of society), and it often included chores and punishments.

The following is a quote from Anna Moore regarding the Phoenix Indian School:

"If we were not finished [scrubbing the dining room floors] when the 8 a.m. whistle sounded, the dining room matron would go around strapping us while we were still on our hands and knees."

https://content.lib.washington.edu/aipnw/marr.html

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Indian_boarding_schools

This breaks my heart every single time.