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When people get terrified or outraged at the idea of “glorifying obesity”, I always wonder what it is they’re afraid is going to happen. 

Do they think that all the sudden people who were thin are going rush out to pack on the pounds, or that across the country school kids will be fixated on fat and compete amongst each other to see who can become the fattest, that it’ll show up on the 6 o’ clock news as the latest alarming trend in our nation’s youth?

I mean, do they think that if people see pictures of fat folks looking nice and smiling and being happy and not hating their bodies that everyone who was about to eat a salad is gonna toss it out in favor a cheeseburger (even the vegans!) and cancel their gym memberships?

Are they scared that a $20 billion dollar weight gain industry is gonna crop up and magazines are going to talk about “packing on those last fifteen pounds before summer”. Do they think suddenly there’s gonna be a flood of ads saying, “Gain belly fat using this one weird old tip” on people’s computer screens?

Do these people think positively presented fat bodies are so powerful and persuasive that it will convince thin people to utterly abandon thinness and dedicate themselves to getting as big as they can?

Or are they upset that people who were already fat will go around continuing to be fat without being punished for existing. Perhaps what they fear is that if we “glorify” obesity, that fat hate will make less and less sense to the world in general and that eventually, weight will become a neutral property. Thinness won’t be so valued that it can sustain industries, nor held as the perfect way to have a body but be seen as one among many valid body types. 

Maybe, even worse, all this glorification will lead to the idea that all bodies are valid and that bodies are never anything to be ashamed of or shame someone for.  

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A co-worker of mine was standing outside with me during a break from customers to share a cigarette with me, and told me about how he had lost his brother that he was close with some years ago. He told me about how they used to be in a band together with some friends, and how ever since he'd died, he hadn't played any music because he'd been too scared and anxious. I told him about how I'd lost my brother to suicide some years ago.

I went home and pulled out an old tiny wooden box my brother had given me before he'd died. I'd been using it to store guitar picks I'd collected over the years, including one guitar pick that used to be his. I haven't played the guitar since he'd died, my hands are too small to play some of the chords, so I play bass and piano instead.

I went to work the next day and gifted my brothers old guitar pick to my co-worker. I told him that it'd been sitting in a box for ten years unused, and would probably sit there for longer if I kept it there. Told him that I thought he deserved to have it, because I bet he could put it to better use than I ever would. Told him I didn't feel like it was coincidence that me and him would cross paths with each other in our lives, and that it seemed suiting that we had these similar experiences but split in two halves. That somehow, I felt like he was meant to have the guitar pick. I told him that I knew he'd not played guitar since his brother died, but that if he ever decided to play again one of these days, maybe he'd be able to honor both of our brothers by using that guitar pick.

He almost cried. He thanked me. Then he went home that night and for the first time in years he played the guitar.

I don't know what the meaning of life is or what my purpose is, but I do believe that love and human connection is one of the most important things in life. It's finding ways to tell strangers you love them and share experiences with others. I think it's all just about love.

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99% of all murders committed by women in ancient greek plays are completely justified

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If you can, please donate to the Internet archive, links in the description. The loss of the archive would be devastating for dozens of reasons.

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renaissance in the 21st century

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Working retail during the holiday season, you really learn to tell between the people who say "merry christmas" because it just comes naturally and they don't think much of it, and the people who say "Merry Christmas" in a way that's like a wild animal displaying colors to let you know they're poisonous.

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2023

1. COMMIT TO THE BIT

2. PARTAKE IN THE DIVINE ACT OF CREATION

3. LET THE SOFT ANIMAL THAT IS YOUR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES

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There has been a lot of research about autistics over the years, but this one really took the cake!

This is what happened when researchers attempted to compare the moral compass of autistic and non-autistic people…

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Hey, it's @star-anise. I started this project but I've been struggling to keep it going ever since.

I need help.

I'm sure there are ways for people to share information about boned binder experiments, to link examples or review things for sale. I put myself at the bottleneck of this blog when I've struggled to keep my own life together. I can't run a community into the bargain.

So if the people interested in this idea find other ways to assemble and talk about it, I'll do my best to support and aid you by signalboosting. If somebody wants to keep this blog up, let me know.

Once I get my sewing studio back together, I still have more ideas to get back to testing. I just have to be more realistic about what I can and can't do.

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Sometimes even the villains have standards

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oh my god oh my god oh my god they were right it DOES get better

eight years ago I would sob until I was breathless and my head ached, and go to my mom’s room late at night so she could come and hold me while I shuddered and wept

five years ago, I realized I liked girls, and swore to myself that no one would ever find out

three years ago I was in the bathroom looking in the mirror at sunken eyes feeling like God was dead and He’d left me behind

two years ago I was sitting in the kitchen with someone in whose arms I’d slept, eating pancakes and wondering if I was in love. a week later, I went through the easiest breakup of my life, with an excruciating fallout that would last months

six months ago, I was in the hospital after scratching wide, wet lines into my arm with an embroidery needle

two weeks ago, I was in a show with people who have become some of my closest friends, and ran into their arms backstage after delivering the best monologue of our run

today I turned 21, and got to look at flowering spring trees until my eyes welled from the beauty, and my girlfriend gave me a book of van gogh’s letters, and I am loved by myself.

they were right! it does get better

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no bishop the reason the windows are dirty is because satan keeps trying to get in but all he does is leave tiny handprints on them

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just a fuckin big bird

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How many people’s most beloved childhood stuffed animals are actually teddy bears, like I feel like that’s a thing someone made up. Reblog this and put what your longest owned and/or favorite stuffed animal as a child was in the tags, inquiring minds want to know