catfishrides asked: Thanks for following, Allie. You're tumblr is great. You, rock!
Haha, not a problem. I literally sat and looked through your entire blog before I followed you. I couldn’t stop! I give you huge kudos for all the shit you’ve been dealing with lately. You’re pretty awesome.
I have 859 calories left in my day and I’m hungry but I really don’t want to cook right now.
Oh the dilemma.
yo yo yo check this out peeps
left is me flexing my abs, right is me relaxing my stomach. this is after a normal day at school, my tummy full of healthy and nutritious food. i get enough fiber, i get enough protein, i get enough carbs, i get enough of every essential vitamin and nutrient. so why does this happen?
meet my awesome, amazing, super helpful gastrointestinal tract. it helps me digest food and absorb nutrients, expanding in the process. it only makes sense that my stomach would be so ‘bloated’ looking because there is food in my stomach. healthy, awesome, delicious food sitting in my small intestine and being carried to my stomach. how fabulous is that? my entire body is one big beautiful physiological biorhythm. eating disorders shouldn’t tell you otherwise, because after i’ve had ample sleep, i’ll wake up like the photo on the left after my gastrointestinal tract has finished digesting the food i ate the day before. new concept, i know.. crazy, eh?
god bless this post. that pooch is not “stomach fat” it’s called having organs and intestines hahaha
needed this x10
Thank you thank you thank you a thousand times!
My tummy looks exactly like the photo on the right right now. Nom nom nom foods.
…you will never find someone more deserving of your compassion than yourself…
BE VAIN AND BE UNASHAMED. LOVE YOURSELF FIERCELY AND TELL ANYONE WHO DOESN’T LIKE IT TO GO FUCK THEMSELVES.
advice for having the best life ever:
- dont have a crush
took the words right out of my mouth
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.
- must reach
- mbf me
- should be a fitness related blog
- favorites will be bolded :)
Go go go!
So yeah, my finale step in accepting myself is taking my own advice and feeling proud of the way I look by flaunting it. I am way happier looking at these photos and feeling genuinely beautiful than looking at a scale and getting excited when I loose weight. Weight is not a measurement of health, your self worth and definitely not your beauty. Let aloe your right to wear a bathing suit when it’s hot as hell! You earned that body, it’s beautiful because it belongs to you!
The perfect bikini body joke has been going around for while, just thought I’d contribute, not steal someone else’s joke :P
- my biggest life problem: i want to run but i don't want to run
It’s 7am and I’m trying to pull myself together enough to get ready for work. For whatever reason I can’t get out of bed and I can’t stop crying. I’ve already called out of work once this week and I’ve skipped the gym and rugby all week too.
What the fuck is wrong with me?