exhplosion:

insta ~ zakgarrick

exhplosion:

insta ~ zakgarrick

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if you’re a s t r o n g f e m a l e you don’t need permission

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fuhkery:

hello tumblr, my names rachel and this is my body. for years , since i can remember i’ve hated it (a lot). i can clearly remember being in kindergarten and constantly wonder why i didn’t look like the other girls, why my belly wasn’t flat and why my thighs touched and why my cheeks got so flushed when i ran and there’s didn’t. when i was in the third grade, that’s when the bullying started. day after day the same kids would call me names and take my things and throw paper at me and just be straight up mean. i was too embarrassed to every tell anyone. to this day , still, no one knows. i started hating school. the bullying and tormenting went on until two years ago when i started high school, but the damage had already been done. i hated myself and my appearance and it was obvious, from the way i carried myself to the things i said about my physical appearance. and i hated that i couldn’t get a boyfriend or a girlfriend. i blamed this on my weight, told my self I was “too fat to be loved.” and those are fucking awful thoughts to have.
earlier this year a male friend and i were talking about celebrities i found attractive. later that night when i was thinking about my day i notice that a couple of plus sized woman came up. plus sized woman who both my friend and I both found attractive regardless of weight. in that moment i had an epiphany. it went a little something like this “these woman are beautiful. these woman are plus sized. their size does not effect my view on how attractive they are. these woman are confidant. plus size doesn’t equal unattractive. confidence is attractive. woah.” it really was an eyeopener for me. i knew that in order to be happy with myself and love myself I didn’t /have/ to loose weight, i instead needed to gain confidence. every single day for five months I looked at my self in the mirror and said out loud “you are beautiful. your size does not define you. you are loved the way you are. you do not need to change.” im going to be honest, first month i laughed at myself after, thought it was total shit. little by little without even noticing, i became more confidant. i received a few compliments (from both friends and a stranger!) about my appearance for the first time in my life.
today august 29, 2014, for the first time in my life, I looked into the mirror and didn’t see fat, i didn’t see a worthless , ugly , girl undeserving of love. i saw a confidant girl , with purple hair and a beauty mark under her lip who looked happy and confidant.
for the first time in my life i love my body. i can say that now and mean it. i am a healthy , confidant , girl who happens to be plus sized but that doesn’t change shit about who i am. everyone, and i mean everyone, regardless of size should look in the mirror and tell themselves they are beautiful and loved no matter how small or large their bodies are. you are alive and your heart is beating and your veins are full of blood and flowers are blooming and the sun is rising somewhere in the world there’s no time to caught up in the size of your body. be happy with the way you are, accept yourself and love yourself because if you don’t, you won’t ever let anybody else accept and love you. you are beautiful and perfect just the way you are don’t ever ever ever let anyone , including your own thoughts ever tell you different!!
(the second picture is a big fuck you to anyone who’s ever made anyone feel insure or inadequate because of their size :-)) )

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“November 19th, 2013,
‘Selfie’ was named the Word of the Year by the Oxford Dictionary
Pseudo-intellectuals everywhere cried about the ‘death of the English language’
Because God forbid modern colloquial speech be recognised as valid.
Time Magazine refers to ‘millenials’ as the ‘me me me generation’
Selfish, all we care about is personal gratification
Lazy, entitled, shallow narcissists.
A picture of a girl taking a selfie on her phone is used for the cover
Because our selfishness can be summed up in the fact that we like how we look enough to document it.
We are consumed, they tell us, with our self image.
Everything is about us.
Me-me-me.
With the addition of every word to the dictionary,
‘Hashtag’. ‘Perf’. ‘Sexting’. ‘Totes’. ‘Selfie’,
The ‘me-me-me’ generation continues to make it all about ourselves,
And we should, they tell us, weep,
We should weep because we are entitled,
Because all we care about are selfies and parties and Instagram,
Because this is the generation that will one day run the world,
And for that, we should weep,
Because all we are is ‘me-me-me’.
Let me tell you something.
Every year, university tuition will be 2.3% more expensive for MY GENERATION,
MY GENERATION reports the highest levels of anxiety and depression than ANY other generation,
15% more of US than YOU will go to university,
But 46% of MY GENERATION won’t find a job until over a year after law school,
MY GENERATION, on average, is $47,628 in debt.
58% of girls in MY GENERATION feels like they are the wrong weight,
95% of people with eating disorders are part of MY GENERATION,
And MY GENERATION has a million dollar industry telling us that we are not good enough,
That we are ugly, lazy, and entitled,
And anything we do to be financially successful,
Or less stressed,
Or beautiful, god dammit,
Is in vain.
So pick up your phone,
Pick your favourite filter,
And take a goddamn selfie.
You deserve it for having to grow up in these times.”

– My poem, ‘Hashtag Selfie’. (via dingdongyouarewrong)

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gl-a-mour:

gl-a-mour:

Following back new followers!

gl-a-mour:

gl-a-mour:

Following back new followers!

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earloffabulousness:

Rupaul Life lessons 

earloffabulousness:

Rupaul Life lessons 

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arabbara:

R.I.P. The 2976 American people that lost their lives on 9/11 and R.I.P. the 48,644 Afghan and 1,690,903 Iraqi and 35000 Pakistani people that paid the ultimate price for a crime they did not commit.

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findyourjoy:

she’s cute

findyourjoy:

she’s cute

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9 versions of Morning on the Seine, by Claude Oscar Monet

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girrlscout:

I love everything about this set. Holy shit.

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dayzea:

Tonight we bathed in a beautiful spot in the river. We got drunk on blueberry moonshine. We laughed and splashed around and talked about life. Loving this soul so hard.

dayzea:

Tonight we bathed in a beautiful spot in the river. We got drunk on blueberry moonshine. We laughed and splashed around and talked about life. Loving this soul so hard.

(via hey--pourmeabeer)