But then, the truth was never really the point. Thin women don’t tell their fat friends ‘You’re not fat’ because they’re confused about the dictionary definition of the word, or their eyes are broken, or they were raised on planets where size 24 is the average for women. They don’t say it because it’s the truth. They say it because fat does not mean just fat in this culture. It can also mean any or all of the following:
Just plain icky
So when they say ‘You’re not fat,’ what they really mean is ‘You’re not a dozen nasty things I associate with the word fat.’ The size of your body is not what’s in question; a tape measure or a mirror could solve that dispute. What’s in question is your goodness, your lovability, your intelligence, your kindness, your attractiveness. And your friends, not surprisingly, are inclined to believe you get high marks in all those categories. Ergo, you couldn’t possibly be fat. Kate Harding (via shakethecobwebs)
OK EVERYONE THIS IS ACTUALLY IMPORTANT
THE NAME OF THE MENTAL HOSPITAL ON TEEN WOLF IS EICHEN HOUSE
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TAG ANY AND ALL GIF/PHOTOSETS OF SCENES FROM THE HOSPITAL ESPECIALLY THOSE FEATURING THE CREEPY ORDERLY GUY AND STILES BEING SEDATED AGAINST HIS WILL WITH EICHEN HOUSE THAT WOULD HELP A LOT OF FANS, LIKE MYSELF, WHO HAVE HAD TRAUMATIC EXPERIENCES INVOLVING THE MENTAL HEALTH SYSTEM
I AM NOT FUCKING AROUND
SIGNAL BOOST THIS SHIT
“Do what you love” disguises the fact that being able to choose a career primarily for personal reward is a privilege, a sign of socioeconomic class. Even if a self-employed graphic designer had parents who could pay for art school and co-sign a lease for a slick Brooklyn apartment, she can bestow DWYL as career advice upon those covetous of her success.
If we believe that working as a Silicon Valley entrepreneur or a museum publicist or a think-tank acolyte is essential to being true to ourselves, what do we believe about the inner lives and hopes of those who clean hotel rooms and stock shelves at big-box stores? The answer is: nothing. Do what you love, love what you do: An omnipresent mantra that’s bad for work and workers. (via bakcwadrs)
Procrastination is not typically a function of laziness, apathy or work ethic as it is often regarded to be. It’s a neurotic self-defense behavior that develops to protect a person’s sense of self-worth.
You see, procrastinators tend to be people who have, for whatever reason, developed to perceive an unusually strong association between their performance and their value as a person. This makes failure or criticism disproportionately painful, which leads naturally to hesitancy when it comes to the prospect of doing anything that reflects their ability — which is pretty much everything…
Because it is rewarding on the short term, procrastination eventually takes on the form of an addiction to the temporary relief from these deep-rooted fears. Procrastinators get an extremely gratifying “hit” whenever they decide to let themselves off the hook for the rest of the day, only to wake up to a more tightly squeezed day with even less confidence.
Once a pattern of procrastination is established, it can be perpetuated for reasons other than the fear of failure. For example, if you know you have a track record of taking weeks to finally do something that might only take two hours if you weren’t averse to it, you begin to see every non-simple task as a potentially endless struggle. So a modest list of 10-12 medium-complexity to-do’s might represent to you an insurmountable amount of work, so it feels hopeless just to start one little part of one task. This hones a hair-trigger overwhelm response, and life gets really difficult really easily.
Gotta reblog this again cause it’s painfully relevant to my life
Never have I seen a more accurate explanation of how my anxiety plays into my habit of procrastinating.
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"if you know you have a track record of taking weeks to finally do something that might only take two hours if you weren’t averse to it, you begin to see every non-simple task as a potentially endless struggle."
WHY HELLO THERE NEUROSIS.
Let the record reflect the conclusive result of empirical research spanning 27 studies from 10 countries: healthy eating is fucking expensive and people who deny this reality are annoying and full of shit.
People who make those assertions (and this includes a lot of vegans) also assume that people live somewhere they can buy even the cheap healthy staples, when so many of the poor live in food deserts, where it’s hours of a round trip to a grocery store on public transit (if they’re lucky enough to have access to public transit) and you know, that shit is fucking draining when you’ve been standing on your feet working all day and you’re holding down perhaps multiple jobs as well as having a family to take care of. The cost of food isn’t only about the food itself. It’s also about access to that food.
also, not all grocery stores are created equal. I’ve gone to plenty of stores that ostensibly sell produce etc that don’t sell the basics of what I make, despite the fact that I cook really cheaply. like, a jewel will have bagged rice and lentils, and carrots, and whatnot, but an aldi (which are way more common in poorer areas of chicago)? NO, processed food all the way. it is a privilege of the middle class to have access to the supposedly cheap and nutritious food that makes it theoretically easy to not spend a lot of money and still eat healthfully. the idea of making a cheap soup from lentils and some root vegetables has been gentrified, and that’s appalling, but it’s a fact we need to face.