Okay controversy will come from this, but don’t tell your kids that they are eating too much unless they have to restrict their intake for some medical reason.
A kid will go back to refil their dinner plate and I’ll hear parents say “don’t you think that’s enough dinner for tonight?” Or “you shouldn’t eat that much food.”
Telling your kid that they’ve had too much food, or they shouldn’t eat that much can contribute to an eating disorder later in life.
Kids don’t go to refill their plates for fun, they do it because they are still hungry. They’re growing people! They need lots of food!
Hi brain, you obstinate fucker. I drank the clear splashy stuff. I ate the green things. I went under that bright fucker up there. I did the thing with the moving and sweating and whatnot. Now make the happy chemical, you lump of fuck.
i’m a little bit on the chubbier side and that’s okay!! i give good hugs!! i’m adorable!! my body is adorable!! i don’t always feel this way and that’s okay too!! i don’t always have to be happy with myself, but it’s okay that sometimes i am!! loving yourself is so much more fun than being mean to yourself 💞
“You guys are dating right?” he asks. I shake my head in confusion. “No,” I answer. The answer hurts; physically and emotionally. He frowns. “But the way you guys look at each other…” I shake my head, smiling sadly.”
— excerpt from a story i’ll never write #7 // thewriterain
that weird trauma dichotomy where you’ve always been considered more grown up and mature than your peers but now that you’re an adult you feel like you’re still a child emotionally
on the bright side, at least my debilitating fear of abandonment will never leave me
Every time I see you
I think
"This is it
I could never love a person more"
And then you show me these new things
These new ways to love
New things to fall for
New ways to feel.
I don't know how you do it
But you out do yourself
Every damn time.
There’s always going to be someone else. Someone that’s better for you. I told that to my ex when he was crying for me to take him back, I tell that to my friends when they’re going through breakups, and I tell that to myself whenever I need to hear it-which is often and always the hardest. But we always, always move on and love again and those low points we thought we’d never get past, well they always become distant memories. Because the amazing thing about us as humans is we’re capable of loving more than one person in our lifetime and our feelings are capable of change. So even if you really did love someone with all your heart, it doesn’t mean you can’t use all your heart again to love someone else.
“Don’t use your mental illness as an excuse” means “Change your behavior, apologize, and do better next time.”
“Don’t use your mental illness as an excuse” DOES NOT mean “Your symptoms are your fault, your disorder is not even an explanation, and you are a bad person if you behave less than neurotypical”
Do you ever just lay on the bathroom floor crying your eyes out because you just can't handle anything anymore and everything feels like it's crashing down
Yeah me too
so how can i hate her?
…. am I the monster?
Everything seems to be so hard. A blog about feelings, poetry, mental health and past trauma experiences and about living with it.
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