madaaazn:

coloradical-bombshell:

maxpower1324:

*Nerdgasm*

Holy shit. This is awesome.

beautiful
madaaazn:

coloradical-bombshell:

maxpower1324:

*Nerdgasm*

Holy shit. This is awesome.

beautiful
madaaazn:

coloradical-bombshell:

maxpower1324:

*Nerdgasm*

Holy shit. This is awesome.

beautiful
madaaazn:

coloradical-bombshell:

maxpower1324:

*Nerdgasm*

Holy shit. This is awesome.

beautiful
madaaazn:

coloradical-bombshell:

maxpower1324:

*Nerdgasm*

Holy shit. This is awesome.

beautiful
madaaazn:

coloradical-bombshell:

maxpower1324:

*Nerdgasm*

Holy shit. This is awesome.

beautiful

madaaazn:

coloradical-bombshell:

maxpower1324:

*Nerdgasm*

Holy shit. This is awesome.

beautiful

This full moon I am dancing with my shadow, and everything is coming to light, emotionally, spiritually, physically, mentally. This dance is intense and uncomfortable, but there is no avoiding it. Instinctively I ‘know” that the shadow is a teacher. The pause in-between breaths. The beginning before the becoming. But my ego, yells and screams and shakes her head ‘no’. “Don’t make me face this”, she pleads, ”this doesn’t feel good. i don’t want to let go of being in control”. All the while, my shadow self beckons me for a dance, for a moment of my time, so that she can unveil her face, and reveal the jewels of wisdom dwelled within.

I am realizing that once I move with this feeling (rather than against it), the dance becomes a little refined. I stumble. I cry tears of frustration . My dancing hoop clatters to the floor. I pick it up, dust myself off, and begin again. I become a whirlwind of energy, a spiraling dervish. I ride the wave as wave rides me. Interconnecting, and merging, we strive to become one. 


The desire to connect is strong. I am not alone in this feeling. Sometimes I withdraw to protect myself from investing so much energy, from putting all my flaws and chaos, for thinking I am not enough. Sometimes I avoid intimacy because I have been dragged, bogged down, hurt, let down. So instead of reaching out, I contract in.

The libra full moon is asking me to revisit my relationship with myself, and how I relate to others and the world. The eclipse brings with it a completion of all that is not serving me in my life. It is a cleansing. The pause between breaths. The beginning before the becoming.

I am clearing out and cleaning house and letting go. Completing a lifelong battle within myself. Taking a leap of faith as our friend The Fool does as he begins his archetypal journey through the major arcana. Transforming the energy into something that will serve my highest good.

Wishing you love, light, guidance and infinite courage during this full moon.

Walk in beauty

"The sun sees your body. The moon sees your soul."
"

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

"

Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

This is heartbreaking

(via emsfitjourney)

"People don’t get jobs. People are given jobs. Any discussion of ‘why don’t you just get another job’ must start from there."
embodyilluminati:

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

― Rumi

embodyilluminati:

Don’t grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

― Rumi

What Makes April 2014 Special?

venusinthefifth:

borrowednebula:

  • April 15th - Lunar Eclipse, “Blood Moon” (Full Moon)
  • April 22nd - Meteor Shower
  • April 29th - Solar Eclipse
  • April 30th - Beltane 

A lot going on this month…

phyllium:

SZA Loves Salad
I love salad. I fill up the kind of bowl you mix cake in, that’s how big my salad is, piled so high. Anything I can put in the bowl will go in the bowl.
I would never take on the responsibility of being a role model. It’s really just important to be the best version of you. Your body will tell you when you feel at your best. 
I think it’s important for everybody to embrace that, and to stop trying to force themselves to get somewhere that has nothing to do with the best version of you. Don’t chase the other version of someone else.
phyllium:

SZA Loves Salad
I love salad. I fill up the kind of bowl you mix cake in, that’s how big my salad is, piled so high. Anything I can put in the bowl will go in the bowl.
I would never take on the responsibility of being a role model. It’s really just important to be the best version of you. Your body will tell you when you feel at your best. 
I think it’s important for everybody to embrace that, and to stop trying to force themselves to get somewhere that has nothing to do with the best version of you. Don’t chase the other version of someone else.
phyllium:

SZA Loves Salad
I love salad. I fill up the kind of bowl you mix cake in, that’s how big my salad is, piled so high. Anything I can put in the bowl will go in the bowl.
I would never take on the responsibility of being a role model. It’s really just important to be the best version of you. Your body will tell you when you feel at your best. 
I think it’s important for everybody to embrace that, and to stop trying to force themselves to get somewhere that has nothing to do with the best version of you. Don’t chase the other version of someone else.

phyllium:

SZA Loves Salad

  • I love salad. I fill up the kind of bowl you mix cake in, that’s how big my salad is, piled so high. Anything I can put in the bowl will go in the bowl.
  • I would never take on the responsibility of being a role model. It’s really just important to be the best version of you. Your body will tell you when you feel at your best. 
  • I think it’s important for everybody to embrace that, and to stop trying to force themselves to get somewhere that has nothing to do with the best version of you. Don’t chase the other version of someone else.

blogilates:

1. Embrace change vs. Fear change
2. Want others to succeed vs. Secretly hope others fail
3. Exude joy vs. Exude anger
4. Accept responsibly for your failures vs. Blame others for your failures
5. Talk about ideas vs. Talk about people
6. Share data & info vs. Hoard data & info
7. Give people all the credit for their victories vs. Take all the credit from others
8. Set goals and life plans vs. Do not set goals
9. Keep a journal vs. Say you keep a journal but don’t
10. Read every day vs. Watch TV every day
11. Operate from a transformational perspective vs. Operate from a transactional perspective
12. Continuously learn vs. Fly by the seat of your pants
13. Compliment others vs. Criticize others
14. Forgive others vs. Hold a grudge
15. Keep a “To-Be” list vs. Don’t know what you want to be
16. Have Gratitude vs Don’t appreciate others and the world around you.