imagine the look on tommy’s face when billy asks him to be his best man
“All you guys can do this awesome bending stuff like putting out forest fires, and flying around, and making other stuff fly around. I can’t fly around, okay. I can’t do anything.”
stop taking bucky’s metal arm away
stop taking charles’ wheelchair away
stop taking clint’s hearing aids away
disabled superheroes are important stop sucking please
I read this wrong and I was just picturing them all confused as to who keeps taking their stuff.
"Steve have you seen my arm anywhere?"
"Nope, sorry Bucky. By the way, have you seen Clint’s hearing aids? He hasn’t been able to hear a damn thing all day"
About recovery and weight gain
I have been weight restored for a while now. When I first stepped on the scale when I got out of treatment, my eyes nearly fell out of their sockets, I could hardly believe the number I was seeing. I weighed more than I ever had. Something I feared would happen when I went inpatient. But at the same time I was also incredibly proud of myself. Proud of how far I had got and of all the battles I had won so far.
Oddly enough I learned to deal with the new number of my relationship with gravity fairly quickly (well it took me 2 months, but still). I learned about having a set point weight and how it usually grows when you’ve put your body through the unhealthy amount of calories that a diet of starvation allows you to have. I learned and am still learning to stop caring about bmi and about the ‘gravity number’. And it goes fairly well.
I have always, since I was in primary school, been incredibly self-concious about my thighs. The first thing I’d do when I’d see a picture of myself was check how big my thighs were on the picture and whether I could live with the world seeing them. And that’s a habit that’s not so easy to get rid of. I still am very self-concious about my thighs and I can’t seem to stop comparing them to others’.
And with being weight restored comes having a bigger body. And I could deal with my arms that got healthier and I could deal with the fat on my adorable tummy, but having bigger thighs freaked me out. It still does and I hate it!
That’s why I am posting this. To try and get over it a bit more. These are my thighs and I am learning to love them. I don’t care about the cellulite and I couldn’t care less about my stretch-marks, but their size: help.
I don’t know what average thighs look like. Are they smaller? Are they bigger? Are mine huge? And the thing is, I shouldn’t care about knowing it either. Because these are mine and I need to love them! But I care. Alas. And I don’t know how to change it.
So, world, these are my thighs. Can you love them for me, until I love them myself? They need to be loved and I am too scared to give them my affection. So love them for me.
Also, I’m posting this so I can reread this post and look at these pictures when I’m having a ‘bad thighs day’. I hope it’ll help!
I’m reblogging this, because everyone made me feel so wonderful and I feel like this post is very precious.
Thank you guys!
I love you so so much!
So let me tell you the story of me scrolling right past this.
I’m on tumblr a lot, and anyone that is can confirm that there are a whole lot of people that post pictures of themselves on here. There are people who do it because they feel beautiful, those who do it because they don’t and those that do it because they want to.
Naturally, this ends up being a lot of different sizes and shapes in pictures on here. I scroll through so many each day that I have started to become blind to them. It’s like having a painting in your house for years, Eventually it’s just there without you noticing it. This happens regardless of how beautuful someone in a picture might be.
I can say with absolute certainty that there was nothing in these pictures that made me want to end that trend (this is positive, i swear. Just keep reading). In fact, this was one of those pictures that I atually stopped at for like a secons and went “Huh, she looks really good in those shorts. Good on her:)”, and then I kept scrolling to read the text.
I was sad to see that you don’t like the way your thighs look, but I can understand your being insecure. Everyone gets insecure, about everything, really. I have days when I want to cut all my hair off and try a pixie cut, but am worried that the curls would just make it horrible growing back out. I have days when I feel a little too round in places, where I know I really shouldn’t be feeling like that.
I can assure you, even if it doesn’t seem like it, this looks like one of those to me. You do not have to be insecure about your thighs, because they are beautiful. I see tons of gorgeous people on tumblr every day, and you did not stand out to me in that category. You are of course allowed to feel however you want, but you’ll see no comments from me about needing to change anything about them. You look gorgeous, and I consider it an honor to keep that faith until you believe it yourself. I promise you do:)
and I am so upset right now because it is like two in the morning and I just finished helping my brother with his cosplay for Närcon tomorrow and in the middle of all that, I seriously looked myself in the mirror and had to a double take because a voice in my mind whispered “Skrillex?”
It is so damn early in the morning what the hell