#minimalist diet

[lemonsoymilky]

Today~

[storybookprincess]

wanted sibling feedback while glasses shopping & i’m so validated

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The Art of Less: How Simplicity is Reshaping Our Future

In a world drowning in complexity, simplicity is throwing us a life preserver. As we navigate the choppy waters of technological advancement and information overload, a curious paradox emerges: the more complicated our lives become, the more we crave simplicity. It's as if our collective consciousness is screaming, "Make it stop!" while simultaneously refreshing our social media feeds. But fear not, dear reader, for the future of design and innovation is set to deliver us from the clutches of complication, one sleek, minimalist product at a time.

The Minimalist Revolution: Less is More (and Maybe Even Better)

Remember when your grandparents used to complain about how complicated their new TV remote was? Well, buckle up, Grandma and Grandpa, because the future is about to make your life a whole lot easier. The world of consumer electronics is embracing minimalism faster than a Silicon Valley executive adopts a new fad diet.

Take Apple, for instance. They've turned simplicity into an art form, creating products so intuitive that even your technophobic aunt can use them without breaking into a cold sweat. By stripping away unnecessary features and focusing on core functionalities, Apple has set the gold standard for sleek, user-friendly design. It's as if they've discovered a magical formula: Simplicity = Functionality + Aesthetics - Headaches.

But here's the million-dollar question: In our quest for simplicity, are we at risk of dumbing down technology? Or are we actually making it smarter by making it more accessible? It's a philosophical conundrum that would make even Socrates scratch his head.

The Interface Diet: Trimming the UI Fat

Speaking of philosophy, let's ponder this: If a user interface falls in the forest and no one can figure out how to use it, does it make a sound? The future of UI design is on a strict diet, shedding unnecessary elements faster than a contestant on a weight loss reality show.

Google's Material Design is leading the charge in this interface revolution. By employing clean, uncluttered layouts, they're making their software more user-friendly and visually appealing. It's like Marie Kondo went on a digital rampage, asking each button and menu item, "Does this spark joy?" and mercilessly discarding those that don't.

But here's where it gets interesting: As interfaces become simpler, are we inadvertently creating a divide between tech-savvy users who crave customization and those who prefer a more streamlined experience? It's a delicate balance, like trying to please both vegans and carnivores at a dinner party.

From Fitbits to Fit Bodies: Simplicity in Health and Wellness

Now, let's talk about health. Remember when tracking your fitness meant writing down how many jumping jacks you did in a notebook? Those days are long gone, my friend. The health and wellness industry is embracing simplicity with open arms, and the results are nothing short of revolutionary.

Wearable fitness trackers, like those from Fitbit, have simplified health monitoring to the point where even couch potatoes can't resist joining the fitness bandwagon. These devices are so user-friendly, they practically guilt you into exercising. It's like having a tiny, wrist-mounted personal trainer that doesn't yell at you (yet).

But here's a thought to chew on: As health tracking becomes simpler and more ubiquitous, are we at risk of becoming too reliant on technology to tell us how we're feeling? Will we forget how to listen to our own bodies? It's a bit like outsourcing our health to a tiny computer. What could possibly go wrong?

The Sustainable Simplicity Paradox

Here's where things get really interesting. It turns out that simplicity and sustainability are like two peas in an environmentally friendly pod. Companies like Patagonia are proving that products can be simple, functional, and kind to Mother Earth all at the same time. It's like they've cracked the code to guilt-free consumerism.

But wait, there's a twist! By creating products that last longer and generate less waste, are these companies inadvertently shooting themselves in the foot? After all, if we're not constantly replacing our stuff, how will they stay in business? It's a paradox that would make even the most zen minimalist scratch their head in confusion.

Urban Simplicity: The City of the Future

Finally, let's zoom out and look at the bigger picture. Urban planners and architects are embracing simplicity in ways that could reshape our cities. The concept of 'Smart Cities' is like SimCity come to life, but with less alien invasions and more efficient public transportation.

By integrating minimalist design principles with advanced technologies, urban planners are creating spaces that are not just functional, but actually enhance our quality of life. Imagine a city where everything just works, where public spaces are designed with humans in mind, not just cars. It's enough to bring a tear to the eye of even the most hardened city dweller.

But here's the million-dollar question: As our cities become smarter and more streamlined, are we at risk of losing the beautiful chaos that makes urban life so vibrant? Will the city of the future be a sterile utopia, or can we find a balance between efficiency and the delightful unpredictability of urban living?

In conclusion, the future of simplicity in design and innovation is a double-edged sword, albeit a very sleek and minimalist one. As we strip away complexity and embrace minimalism, we open up new possibilities for accessibility, sustainability, and enhanced quality of life. But we must also be mindful of the potential pitfalls and unintended consequences of our quest for simplicity.

So, the next time you find yourself frustratedly navigating a complicated interface or drowning in a sea of unnecessary features, take heart. The future is coming, and it's bringing with it a wave of beautiful, functional simplicity. Just don't be surprised if that simplicity comes with its own set of complexities. After all, nothing in life is ever truly simple, is it?

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[millennialskin]

Blue Zones: Centenarian Skincare Secrets

Beauty enthusiasts and researchers alike have turned their eyes toward the world’s Blue Zones—regions noted for their high concentration of centenarians and remarkably low rates of chronic diseases. These zones, which include regions like Okinawa in Japan, Sardinia in Italy, and Nicoya in Costa Rica, hold the secrets not just to longevity but also to ageless, radiant skin. This blog delves into…

[cinnamoncianna]

In:

Piano

Morning walks at 5 am

Minimalist but effective skincare

Diverse diet of books

Exercise but like actually

Meal prep (I need to learn how to cook basically)

Green tea

Book club

Volunteering clubs

Older friends!!

Focusing on friends who actually want to be there for me

Putting myself out there — more leadership roles, more situations that build character even if I suck at first

Medium long hair

Experimenting more w eyeliner

Experimenting more w fashion

Keeping promises to myself

Being more consistent w friends & family who make me feel safe

No phone until noon

Taking photos

Fresh/no makeup but experimental looks every now and then

[ins4nebxtch]

ultimate IT girl guide

a guide to looking effortlessly perfect

"You’ve got the false narrative of a girl who spends 30 seconds on her appearance, when, in fact, you probably spent hours.”

1. basic hygiene:

having clean teeth and good breath

smelling good 24/7. i highly recommend finding a signature scent as a scent is associated with memory, id suggest something sweet yet not too overpowering like vanilla.

being clean in general. regularly shaving and exfoliating your skin to get rid of bodily hair and dirt that accumulates on your skin to make your skin glow.

clean nails. having clean and maintained nails (with a simple design if you wish) looks better than having acrylics that are wayyy too long and appear tacky.

2. hair :

having smooth healthy hair looks much better than dry and damaged hair. take care of your hair by finding the best products for your natural hair. get rid of your split ends as they make the hair appear really damaged.

in my opinion, loose waves look the most effortless yet pretty. but don’t ruin your natural hair by applying too much heat! you can try heatless styling methods to achieve this look.

3. diet and exercise :

being toned is the way to go to fit this aesthetic

avoid oily foods or sugary foods that damage your skin. don’t completely get rid of these as we all have our cravings, but try your best to avoid it

find a workout plan that works best for you, keeps you healthy but doesn’t burn you out! moreover exercise releases endorphins that improve your mood.

4. makeup and skin care :

natural makeup on clear skin fits this effortless aesthetic perfectly!

take care of your skin by finding a routine that fits you the best, consult with a dermatologist for the best results.

having smooth, blended makeup creates an illusion that you aren’t wearing any at all! this appears much effortless than a full face. also try to avoid those really huge false lashes that make you look tacky.

maintain your eyebrows and find a shape that fits you best!

5. outfits :

having a signature style which suits your body type is essential. experiment until you can find what suits you best! you can use a body analysis app for this.

wearing outfits you’re confident in, hot but not too revealing goes a long way. confidence is key. wearing overly revealing clothing might seem like one is trying too hard, but if you can carry it with confidence then that’s great!

jewellery : having dainty, signature pieces is key! find out which suits you better (gold or silver) through an ai analysis and invest in timeless pieces. personally, i think minimalistic pieces such as solitaires, simple pendants, classic hoops etc. look much more effortless.

6. personality :

don’t be too judgemental towards anyone as you don’t know what they’re going through and this makes you seem unapproachable

don’t talk too much or overshare! this creates a mysterious aura which draws people to you more

confidence is key! posture is very important too, carry yourself with confidence and walk with your head held up high.

7. examples and references :

serena van der woodsen (gossip girl)

mia thermopolis (the princess diaries)

cher (clueless)

elle woods (legally blonde)

rory gilmore (gilmore girls)

robin scherbatsky (how i met your mother)

gigi hadid

[anothermaletfwriter]

Reading in Korean (100 follower celebration post)

(Short story Post celebrating 100 followers though were happily reaching 200s as of writing this, shoutout to @boysmentfs for helping with inspiration)

You were an American college student reading a book for your postmodern literature class. You wouldn’t have taken the weird class, where your texts are millions of characters long but only a few paragraphs makes sense and the syllabus constantly changes whenever you take a look at it, if you didn't wait last minute to register for classes. You read through more nonsense about simulacrum and levels of reality until the letters started to seem foreign to you. Instead of the Latin alphabet, the letters/characters were arranged neatly in blocks and consist of mostly vertical and horizontal lines. Of course it was familiar to you, it was the Hangul alphabet of the Korean language!

As a native Korean born and raised, it would be a shock if you didn't recognize your own language. You look down on your arms, as your skin now had a golden tan to it, full of vitality and energy. You also looked at a mirror on your desk, your face a gorgeous fit of the Korean beauty standard, with your well defined jawline and bright, blemish-free skin.

You got sick of reading the book, as you had better things to do. Stepping out of your chair, your room and the furniture transformed into a slick minimalist white. You walk to your balcony, facing the dark sky lit up by the colorful neon lights of Busan. You start to sweat, a beating pulse radiating throughout your body. It felt like someone like had blasted a heater in your face even though you were in the fresh breath of the chilly breezes of air outside.

You took off your tight shirt to gawk at the Adonis muscles you had sculpted from your vigorous gym and diet routine. You dragged up your hand across your rock hard 6 pack to your bulging chest. You even squeezed and shook it to show off how firm your pecs were. You flexed the mountains that had developed on your arm and the veins that popped out on them. You even stripped off your jeans to caress the musculature of your long and athletics legs. In your blue underwear, you rubbed your growing crotch as you started to think of all the hot men you were gonna fuck later tonight with your thick 10 inch member.

You return to your warm bedroom and took a selfie to hype yourself up for a night of heavy drinking and sex with other hot Korean hunks. Don't have too much fun!! ㅋㅋㅋ

[fear-is-truth]

How would Patrick react to you getting pregnant?

getting knocked up by patrick bateman .ᐟ.ᐟ

tw ; unplanned pregnancy (duh), intrusive thoughts, suggestive, not proofread at all

a/n: i finished writing this then forgot about its existence lol. anyways, safe sex is important !!

if you’re already married:

patrick’s reaction to the pregnancy would be shaped by his obsession with image. being 27 and married, he’d likely face pressure from his colleagues. he’s the quintessential wall street yuppie: the suit, the power, the status. kids? they’re just another box to check for the perfect american dream.

he’d flip from denial to forced enthusiasm, playing the role of the expectant father. he’d talk about starting a college fund, buying a bigger apartment, even hiring the best nanny money can buy. it wouldn’t be about the baby itself, though—it’s about appearances. patrick would treat the pregnancy like he treats his designer wardrobe: another accessory to show off.

in private, he’d still be unraveling. he’d resent the disruption to his routine, the messiness a baby would bring. but he’d also feel trapped. divorce or walking away isn’t an option: how would that look? his friends are your friends, after all. patrick would pour his insecurities into overcompensation, obsessively showering you with gifts and planning every detail of your life.

but behind closed doors, he would remain emotionally unavailable most of the time. he’d throw himself into his work, his gym routine, anything to avoid facing the reality of impending fatherhood.

he’d have a mental meltdown over your body changing—obsessing over how “the weight is distributed” while simultaneously marveling (inappropriately) at how your chest looks fuller. (“…better than any breast implants”), the way your skin glows, but also how your clothes fit differently. he doesn’t even try to hide his vanity. “you’re still beautiful, obviously,” he adds quickly, “but maybe we should talk to a trainer after the baby is born. just to make sure you bounce back quickly.”

he’d absolutely flip between moments of pathetic awkwardness and his usual cold arrogance. for example, he’d randomly caress your growing belly, but then suddenly blurt out “your… tits looks great, but do stretch marks happen to everyone?”

he’s constantly offering unsolicited opinions about your diet and fitness routine. he’s the husband who insists you on buying expensive organic groceries and then criticises you for craving something as mundane as ice cream. but when you do cry about it (because hormones), he sometimes cries with you which makes the whole situation awkward.

if you dare deny him sex because of pregnancy hormones, he’d sulk. but then quickly bounce back to showering you with gifts to stay on your good side.

patrick’s jealousy of your attention is borderline absurd. he starts competing with the baby before it’s even born, constantly reminding you of his accomplishments.

maternal clothes for you are only the best—chanel, hermès, and gucci maternity collections. he refuses to let you look frumpy. if you wear anything “off-brand,” he’ll throw passive-aggressive comments like “are you trying to look like a suburban soccer mom?”. also, he’d browse catalogs and stores for gucci, armani and burberry baby clothes.

the nursery is black & white and minimalist—think pristine white walls, sleek italian furniture, and splashes of gray for “warmth.” no toys that clash with the aesthetic. he insists on vitra rocking chairs, fendi baby blankets, and a custom crib.

patrick spends hours making sure the initials won’t spell something embarrassing and that the full name looks good on a business card.

he’d pick out names that scream “old money”. for boys: theodore, alexander, nathaniel. for girls: charlotte, victoria, isabelle, madeleine, genevieve, anastasia.

his obsession with control would bleed into the smallest details. he’d blast his favorite music at your presence—huey lewis & the news, whitney houston, or talking heads—arguing it’s “good for the baby’s development,” while monologuing about how these artists represent true genius.

he’d talk to your stomach, but awkwardly, fumbling over words in his usual detached, overly-rehearsed way: “your dad’s a very successful man, you know… i hope you inherit my bone structure.”

if it’s an unplanned pregnancy:

if you’re not married, holy shit… the stakes are different, but patrick’s reaction is just as selfish. first of all, the pregnancy is absolutely. his. fucking. fault. patrick hates wearing condoms (would sometimes straight up lie about wearing one) and he always tells you that nothing “bad” will happen—until it does.

his immediate response would be to downplay the situation. “are you sure?” he’d ask flatly, trying to buy time. his inner monologue would be a chaotic swirl of paranoia and blame—his mind races with possibilities: is this some gold-digging ploy? a mistake? could it even be his? and he even has the audacity to ask “are you sure it’s mine?”

the next stage would be denial. patrick doesn’t deal well with reality when it doesn’t serve him. he’d try to act as though nothing has changed, refusing to acknowledge the pregnancy in conversation. he might even subtly suggest that “it’s early days, we don’t have to make any decisions yet,” thinly veiling his hope that you’ll take care of it and spare him the inconvenience. but when it becomes clear that you’re keeping the baby, his panic would fucking escalate.

he might lash out, picking fights over nothing or disappearing for hours at a time to “work late” (read: spiral into his usual vices—drugs, violence, torturing sex workers).

he’d start compensating in weird ways. he’d lavish you with gifts—jewelry, designer clothes, a bigger apartment—anything to make you think he’s excited, supportive even. they’re attempts to placate you, to make the problem go away without addressing it.

in private, patrick would unravel. his inner monologue would become a torrent of rage, fear, and morbid fantasies. he’d think about running away, faking his own death, or worse: doing something drastic to ensure the pregnancy never reaches full term.

the idea of fatherhood would gnaw at him. as a child of divorce, patrick is deeply insecure, and the thought of raising a child dredges up unresolved feelings about his own father. the self-loathing buried under his narcissism rearing its head. he’d compare himself to his colleagues and realise that many of them already have kids—or at least talk about starting families. peer pressure.

this sense of competition would push him to overcompensate. he’d brag about how “ready” he is, throwing money at every conceivable solution: top-tier obstetricians, prenatal yoga classes, nursery designers. he’d try to mold himself into the perfect father-to-be, but only because he wants to win.

but patrick being patrick, his selfishness bleeds through. he bitches about your mood swings—“it’s like living with a completely different person”—but also refuses to acknowledge his role in them.

he spends hours staring at himself in the mirror, wondering if fatherhood will make him less attractive. he starts paying extra attention to his skincare routine, convinced that stress is causing him to wrinkle.

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Room to Grow Part 8: The End

It had been weeks since Josh had helped Elliot through his emotional breakdown, and despite the occasional tug of guilt or uncertainty, Elliot was starting to feel more comfortable in his own skin. Josh had been right—accepting where he was now, letting go of who he used to be, was the first step. Things were different, but that didn’t mean they had to be bad.

Still, there was one thing left unresolved. The third bedroom in their apartment had been empty for months. It wasn’t like they were actively searching for a new roommate, but as the rent due date loomed and their space began to feel quieter, they figured it was time to find someone. 

One evening, Josh came in holding some papers. “Got someone coming by to check out the room. He’s coming in about an hour.”

Elliot leaned back in his chair, eyeing the flyer. “How’s he look?”

“Seems cool. Got a job, is laid-back, and he’s been looking for a place for a while.” Josh sounded casual, but there was a glint of something else in his eye. “Oh, and he’s, uh… pretty fit.”

Elliot froze at the last part. He wasn’t sure why it bothered him, but it did. It wasn’t like he was self-conscious about his body—well, not *all* the time—but the thought of another fit person living in the apartment felt... unsettling. Like a reminder of the person he used to be.

But Josh was already heading to the door to prep the room. Elliot sighed, shaking off the sudden discomfort. It wasn’t like he could avoid it. *Besides, this guy is just a roommate. Nothing more.*

An hour later, the doorbell rang.

Josh answered it first, greeting the man with a smile. The new guy, named Derek, stepped inside with a relaxed smile and a firm handshake. He was tall—maybe 6’1”—with a broad, athletic build, and a confident posture that suggested he spent time working on it. His T-shirt clung to his chest in a way that made Elliot feel hyper-aware of his own soft form beneath his hoodie.

“Hey, nice to meet you,” Derek said, his voice smooth and friendly.

“Yeah, good to meet you too,” Elliot said, forcing a smile as he stood up. He offered a handshake, but Derek gave him a quick, brotherly shoulder clap instead, his grip warm and firm.

“Well, it looks like a good place,” Derek commented, looking around the apartment. “I’ve been in smaller, definitely. How are you guys with food? I’m not picky, but I like a little variety.” 

Josh chuckled. “Well, we’re kind of a *takeout* house around here.”

Elliot didn’t mention that they were more of a *gorging* house, but he kept it to himself.

The tour of the apartment was brief, and Derek seemed impressed with everything. But it wasn’t until the next day that things began to shift.

Derek officially moved in, bringing in a small amount of belongings. He had a clean, minimalist vibe to his style—clothes neatly folded, a gym bag slung over his shoulder. His protein shaker was visible on the kitchen counter, a reminder of his routine. But things started to get interesting when he made his first trip to the living room in the evening.

Josh was already sprawled on the couch, game controller in hand, a half-eaten pizza box beside him.

Elliot was in his usual spot, his belly still recovering from the last food binge, a container of fries and a milkshake in front of him. 

Derek hesitated at the scene in front of him. “Uh… you guys always eat like this?” he asked, a chuckle in his voice, though it didn’t come off as judgmental. 

“Pretty much,” Josh grinned, popping a slice into his mouth. “We’re not big on salads around here. More into burgers, pizza, wings—you know, the essentials.”

Elliot gave a half-hearted grin as he took another sip of his shake, his stomach still swollen from his earlier indulgence. “We like our food,” he said, almost apologetically, as if he had to justify their habits. But Derek’s smile only grew.

“That’s… pretty cool actually,” Derek said, scratching the back of his neck. “I’ve been on a strict diet for the last few years. Eating clean and all that, but honestly, it sounds fun to just… eat whatever.”

Josh’s eyes lit up at the mention of *whatever*. “Oh, you’re in for a treat, man. You’ll get used to it.”

And *used to it* he got. At first, Derek would show restraint—eating smaller portions, occasionally laughing at the idea of eating as much as Josh or Elliot. But as the days passed, things started to change. The first sign came when Derek joined them for takeout on a Wednesday night.

Elliot and Josh had ordered a double portion of Chinese food, and Derek had opted for a small bowl of steamed chicken and vegetables. But by the time the food arrived, Josh was already digging in, taking bites of his egg rolls and laughing at some ridiculous joke he’d made. 

Derek, clearly curious, grabbed a wonton chip and dipped it into some sweet-and-sour sauce. It wasn’t much at first, just a few chips, but then his plate started to look less clean. By the end of the night, Derek was half-finished with a second serving of fried rice, and Josh was grinning like he’d just introduced a new recruit into the *eating* fold.

The next night was more of the same. Derek had already devoured an entire slice of pizza before he even realized it. 

“Wow,” Derek said between bites. “You guys were right. This *is* fun. I haven’t had pizza like this in forever.”

From that point on, Derek seemed to fully adopt their unhealthy lifestyle. He started ordering more frequently. A burger one day, Chinese food the next. It wasn’t long before his protein shakes were replaced by milkshakes from the local diner, and his lean, athletic build began to soften. His abs, which were once clearly defined, were hidden under a layer of new softness that he seemed to brush off with a laugh.

At first, Elliot didn’t think much of it. He was too focused on himself, on his own habits, to really notice how things were changing for Derek. But over time, he began to see the evidence. Derek was starting to wear clothes that were just a bit too tight around his chest and stomach. His shirts stretched slightly, and his usual athleticism seemed to be fading.

One evening, after a particularly large feast of burritos and nachos, Derek slumped onto the couch, his stomach round and swollen.

“Man,” he sighed, rubbing his belly, “I can’t believe how much I ate. I used to never eat like this. What’s happening to me?”

Josh laughed, patting his own belly with a playful grin. “Welcome to the club, dude. You’re one of us now.”

Derek looked at him, unsure if he was joking. “You really think so?”

Josh grinned wide. “Oh yeah. No going back now. It’s a lifestyle.” He nudged Elliot, who just shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. “We don’t count calories around here, we just count bites.”

Elliot laughed, but he felt a strange sense of pride as he watched Derek, someone who was once so disciplined, sink deeper into their world. Derek was letting go of his old habits, and with each pizza box, burrito wrapper, and milkshake container, he seemed to be embracing a new reality.

Months had passed since Derek moved in, and the three roommates had become more than just fellow tenants—they had become a tight-knit, food-loving family. What had started as a subtle shift in their habits had transformed into a full-on lifestyle. With every passing day, the apartment had become more familiar with the smells of greasy takeout, fast food wrappers, and the sounds of laughter punctuated by the occasional groan of a full stomach. But somewhere along the way, they stopped noticing the gradual changes that were taking place in their bodies.

Elliot had never been the kind of guy to obsess over the mirror. But now, when he caught a glimpse of himself, he couldn’t help but notice how different he looked. The transformation since first moving in had been slow, a gradual bloating at first, then a steady softening of his once lean frame. His once toned stomach had become round, with a noticeable layer of fat that jutted out when he sat down. When he walked, his belly hung just over the waistband of his jeans, pushing the fabric tight against his skin. His chest, which used to be flat, had filled out as well, no longer resembling the slim, defined shape he had once been proud of. 

Elliot now wore oversized hoodies almost constantly to hide his new size, though even they were starting to feel tight across his shoulders and around his midsection. His sweatpants, once a comfortable fit, had become increasingly tight around the waist, forcing him to adjust the waistband constantly. It wasn’t that his clothes were too small—they were stretched out of shape from constant use.. His T-shirts now hung snugly around his shoulders and stomach, emphasizing the roundness of his belly rather than the slight build he used to have.

When he stepped on the scale a few weeks ago, the number that flashed back at him was startling: **268 pounds**. At 5'11", that was a significant gain from his previous weight of 160. The weight wasn’t just visible on his belly but had started to accumulate in his face too. His jawline had softened, his cheeks rounder, and his double chin was more prominent when he looked down at himself. He could feel it in his knees, too—the occasional soreness, the feeling of pressure when he climbed stairs or moved quickly. But instead of fighting it, he had grown used to the idea of his body as it was. He wasn’t sure if it was self-acceptance or if he had simply given up, but either way, he couldn’t help but enjoy the ease with which he could eat whatever he wanted.

But there were some downsides. Elliot had trouble finding clothes that fit right. His once-favorite jeans now felt suffocating when buttoned, and his shirts clung uncomfortably to his midsection. His belly pushed out even when standing, a visible sign of how much he had gained. And though his energy levels had dipped, he tried to ignore the frequent exhaustion and the feeling of being sluggish. It didn’t help that he often found himself winded after short walks or climbing a few flights of stairs. 

It wasn’t just his clothes that were different; Elliot could feel it in every movement. His thighs rubbed together when he walked, the inner seams of his sweatpants stretched tight. When he stood up after sitting for a while, he would often groan, pushing himself up with his hands, his legs aching with the weight. His once-shapely arms were now soft, with rolls forming at the elbow and the top of his biceps. The muscles that had once been lean were now hidden beneath layers of fat.

His face, too, had changed. Where once he had sported a defined jawline, now his cheeks had rounded out, and the faint beginnings of a double chin were evident when he looked down at his body. He often caught himself staring at his reflection, confused, almost a little horrified, by the person looking back. But then he’d remember the comfort of a warm meal, a cold drink, and the laughs shared with Josh and Derek, and the guilt would melt away. 

Derek had been the most fit when he moved in. A regular at the gym, his body was lean, toned, and muscular—what many might call “beach body ready.” But within months of living with Josh and Elliot, Derek’s physique had begun to change as well. He’d started out cautious, still opting for his usual protein shakes and lean meals, but eventually, the lure of late-night pizza, takeout dinners, and the easy pleasure of a good milkshake had worn him down. 

Derek’s transformation had been equally dramatic as Elliot's. Where he had once been a solid, athletic build—proud of his thick muscles and broad shoulders—he was now... softer. His body had thickened in ways he hadn’t anticipated. His biceps were still strong, but they were now hidden beneath layers of fat. His once-flat stomach had grown into a pronounced paunch that hung over the top of his sweatpants when he sat, something he’d never imagined happening to himself.

Derek’s weight had ballooned from 185 pounds to just under 210. His muscles were still there, but now they were covered with a cushion of fat that made his once-ripped abs and chiseled chest unrecognizable. His chest, still large and broad, lost its sharp lines, and now sagged with the weight, and his love handles hung over the waistband of his pants in a noticeable roll. His arms, which had once been sculpted from years of gym work, had become soft logs, with a thick layer of flab now obscuring the definition. The fat around his neck had begun to grow, and he could feel his breathing become heavier as he moved about the apartment.

His wardrobe had gone from well-fitted clothes to bigger sizes. His T-shirts, once snug in a flattering way, now stretched across his chest and beer gut, and his jeans had transformed into sweatpants or the stretchy, drawstring kinds of pants that allowed him to binge eat without any restriction. At his heaviest, Josh had to buy size L and XL shirts and his 34 waist pants were getting too tight around the waist and thighs.

Like Elliot, Derek found that his energy levels had decreased. He often struggled to make it through a full day of work without needing a nap or an extended break. His knees hurt more often than they had before, and though he tried to avoid the mirror when he could, he was still acutely aware of how his appearance had changed.

Josh had always been the largest of the three, but now he was something else entirely. He had put on over 45 pounds, bringing his weight up to about 300 pounds, a shift from his initial weight of 255. His arms, once slightly defined, had softened into thick, rounded shapes. His chest, which had once been a beefy display of fat and muscle, now looked round and sagged, the contours of his pecs disappeared behind a thick layer of fat moobs. His stomach, which had already been a substantial sized belly, now his largest feature. Derek had gone from wearing 36 inch jeans to wearing 42 waist pants that were now tight around his waist and thighs. He often found himself tugging at the waistband of his shorts, trying to ease the discomfort.

When he walked, the thick rolls of fat around his middle swayed with every step. His once-tight abs had been replaced with a large, rounded belly that seemed to have a life of its own. It pressed uncomfortably against the front of his shirts, and he had long since moved up to 3XL T-shirts and needing 44 waist jeans. Even those were starting to stretch tight across his stomach, forcing him to either leave his shirts untucked or let his pants sag under the weight. He had given up on jeans altogether, preferring the comfort of sweatpants or stretchy shorts that could accommodate his growing size.

Josh’s face, once sharp and angular, was now round, with full cheeks and a soft double chin that had become more prominent in the last few months. His arms, which used to be thick with muscle, now felt heavy and sluggish, the muscles buried beneath thick layers of fat. When he caught sight of his reflection, he often felt a twinge of embarrassment. His body had become so large that he had trouble fitting into the chair at his desk, his belly spilling over the sides and making it hard to move his legs comfortably.

His joints, particularly his knees and hips, had begun to ache more frequently, and his breathing had grown heavier. There were moments when he felt out of breath after standing for too long, and he often had to catch his breath after walking from one room to another. Yet, despite these discomforts, Josh had grown to love the lifestyle they had cultivated. The food, the indulgence, the carefree attitude—it was a release from everything that used to matter.

But it wasn’t just his appearance that had changed. His joints ached more frequently, and his breath came a little heavier as he climbed the stairs or jogged in place. Derek had even noticed the faintest puffiness around his ankles and wrists, signs of his body holding onto more fat than it used to. His face, which had once been angular, was now rounder, with a soft layer of chub around his cheeks.

The three roommates’ days now followed a familiar pattern. They woke up, had a massive breakfast—eggs, bacon, pancakes, and coffee—and then spent the day lounging or playing video games. When hunger struck again, they’d order takeout. Pizza, Chinese food, burgers, fried chicken—whatever it was, it was always an indulgence. Dinner usually consisted of even larger portions, accompanied by sugary snacks and sometimes a late-night dessert. Every meal was a marathon of food and indulgence, and they ate until they couldn’t move. 

But as their bodies grew, the discomfort began to catch up with them. Elliot found himself getting winded more easily, needing breaks after short walks, or even after standing for extended periods. The belly bloating was the worst—after a big meal, it wasn’t just full—it was tight and painful. There were days when Elliot had to lay down on the couch, his belly aching, his body protesting the overload of food. Derek, too, often complained of feeling sluggish, and Josh’s feet had begun to give him trouble, making it harder to get around.

And yet, despite all of this, the three men never thought about changing their habits. They’d laugh about their growing size, joke about the “good life,” and continue to indulge, day in and day out. The weight was heavy on their bodies, but it had become so deeply ingrained in their routine that it no longer felt like something they could—or wanted—to fight.

In this new life, their bodies had changed. They had grown in ways they hadn’t expected. But it wasn’t just their weight that had shifted—it was their entire way of living. And in some ways, they were happier for it, embracing their new reality, one meal at a time.

[suzukiblu]

do you have any kryptonians hcs that you think would be fun to see incorporated in more fics out there? like cultural stuff & biology

Ones I've seen before and really like:

Kryptonians purr

Kryptonians are built physically harder/denser/heavier than humans and don't have much "give" in their bodies

Kryptonians can tell that humans aren't the same thing as them, but humans can't QUITE tell that Kryptonians aren't the same thing as them; there is just the tiiiiiniest bit of uncanny valley there when they aren't deliberately trying to pass for humans, though

Kryptonians immediately just "recognize" other Kryptonians as being Kryptonian ( though maybe this one is at least IMPLIED in canon, though I've never been totally clear on that one--but like, a stronger version of it, if that makes sense?? )

Ones I've been slooowly forming myself for personal use:

Kryptonians have different voices and different hearing, in the sense that a Kryptonian has more tones/nuance in their voice and can HEAR more tones/nuance in a voice, and a lot of other species' voices sound flat or toneless to them because they lack those additional tones

"chiming" as a way for children to get their parent/caretaker's attention; basically a specific musical little sound that they make

Kryptonians typically only being physically expressive or emotive with close family members/friends, and vocal communication frequently being more emotive/descriptive for them than physical is

Kryptonians come in just sliiiightly brighter colors than humans do--eyes, hair, skin, etc

it takes a long time and extended time together to "learn" someone's heartbeat

food is generally served on specific complementing dishware, in terms of color/shape/specific meal

most clothes involve multiple layers, mainly a fitted undersuit that covers as much skin as possible, and then an overrobe or two that hide(s) the shape of their bodies as much as possible; specific cuts of drapery are a big thing in their fashion

wearing house crests is a Big Deal all the time and involves certain rites of passage/ages/etc

diet being fairly simple and minimalistic; they have rice but not really bread, eat more fish than red meat, and cuisine tends to concentrate on very subtle and natural flavors; there's not typically a lot of different things on their plate and they don’t generally use chemical preservatives in daily life

to a Kryptonian it'd be a LOT more normal that Kon and Match got made in test tubes than it'd be that Jon and Chris got made via natural births, and there would absolutely be a "is cloning worse or is just leaving your kid's DNA up to chance worse??" kind of argument going on there, culturally speaking

( also I could go on for a fucking MINUTE how Jon being a successful and healthy hybrid who is also apparently fertile enough to have at least one descendent alive and well in the thirty-first century is an insane and weird thing that makes very little sense that I DESPERATELY wish came up in more of the fics/canon that I see involving or mentioning him; seriously, Kryptonian DNA is so complicated that Bizarro syndrome is a regular thing in clones produced from it even by people who SPECIALIZE in cloning, but the kid who just got whatever random genes won the random race is the one who came out perfectly stable and healthy and has ZERO health issues/concerns? like, EVER?? hOW, canon. HOW. )

I will actually live and die on the hill of "Lex is more genetically compatible with Kryptonian DNA than Lois is" because fuck a) biological determinism and b) loving couples DO frequently have to deal with genetic incompatibility and that's just much more interesting to me narratively, and also I love the weird little not-quite-tragedy of that concept, both in how Lex refuses to be an ally to someone he actually is so naturally “compatible” with and in how Lois would have genetic compatibility issues with someone she loved so much and was loved BY so much

ONE DAY I will write the fic where Jon is actually NOT a healthy hybrid and has a ton of health issues from birth and can't even use any Kryptonian powers without having a freaking asthma attack or HEART attack, resigns himself to it just being an unavoidable Kryptonian-human hybrid thing and that he'll never live up to his dad or grow up to be "Superman"--and then one day an oblivious newborn bb clone Kon shows up out of the blue in perfect health with EXTRA superpowers and very publicly declaring that HE'S gonna be Superman someday, and everyone in the Kent family has to just deal with that and how they all feel about it. ONE DAY.

[emmyinjapan]

Winter Peonies at Hakozaki Shrine – Part 2: Giant Gourds & Mesmerising Blooms

After braving the cold and questioning all my life choices (again), I continued my stroll through the Winter Peony Festival at Hakozaki Shrine. The garden was peaceful, serene, and had just the right amount of chill in the air to keep my nose permanently cold. But despite my steadily freezing fingers, I was absolutely mesmerised by the stunning colours of the peonies.

The peonies were bigger than my head, bursting with shades of deep crimson, soft blush pink, pure white, and even a few golden yellows. The sheer vibrancy of the flowers against the minimalist gravel garden made them look like works of art, carefully painted onto nature’s canvas. Some of them were so fluffy, they looked like they had been plucked straight out of a fairytale—or perhaps a very luxurious duvet.

Each bloom seemed to have its own personality—some stood tall and proud, others drooped slightly as if weighed down by their sheer beauty (relatable). And let’s not forget the ones peeking out from under their straw hats (warabocchi), looking like little nobles braving the winter in their fancy headgear. I could have spent hours just admiring the flowers… if not for the fact that I was slowly losing feeling in my toes.

As I made my way towards the exit, I came across something rather unusual—a large wooden gate with two absolutely massive Angoily Gourds (Yuwaku Hyōtan) hanging from it. I stopped in my tracks.

Now, I’ve seen plenty of shrine decorations before, but giant gourds were a first. I stood there for a good minute, just staring at them, trying to work out why they were there and more importantly, how they were even hanging up without snapping the whole structure in half. They were huge—as if someone had taken a regular-sized gourd and fed it a strict diet of shrine blessings and growth hormones.

After some quick reading (and shameless eavesdropping on a nearby visitor), I found out that these symbolic gourds are believed to bring good luck, health, and protection. In fact, gourds have a long history in Japan as a talisman for warding off evil. Considering how many people rub them for good fortune, I briefly considered doing the same—though I wasn’t sure if it was socially acceptable to start patting a shrine decoration.

Despite the cold, I left the shrine feeling warm inside (though still physically frozen). The Winter Peonies were breathtaking, the peaceful atmosphere was exactly what I needed, and the giant gourds? Well, they were just the cherry on top of a fascinating visit.

As I made my way back, I thought to myself—if I ever get a garden, I’m filling it with peonies. And maybe, just for fun, I’ll hang up a mysterious oversized gourd too. You know, for luck. 🌸🎐

—Emmy

[hero21us]

Gold Tracks & Chav Dreams: The Chavformation of Trey

Trey, an Olympic medalist in track and field, had been looking forward to a vacation for months. After years of intense training and competition, a crisis of identity and months in stasis, he was finally taking a real vacation, heading to London to unwind. As his plane ascended into the sky, exhaustion took over, and he drifted into sleep.

In his dream, Trey wasn’t just any tourist—he was already in London, but not the London from postcards. He was a full-blown chav, repping the Golden Army. “Oi, mate, it’s Trey ‘ere from the Golden Army, innit?” he declared in the dream, swaggering down the street. “We’re proper celebratin’ St. Paddy’s Day, yeah? It’s all green flags and golden vibes today, bruv. Gotta do it right, you know, like proper legends.”

He remembered every detail—the green and gold tracksuits, gold chains glinting over their chests, and shamrock balloons in hand as they paraded through the high street, chanting something vaguely Irish-sounding. They ended up at Wetherspoons—‘spoons’ as he confidently explained—where cheap Guinness flowed like a river. Green face paint smeared across their cheeks, a shamrock disaster etched onto Danny’s forehead. Karaoke erupted next. Dazza queued up an Irish drinking song playlist, and Kevin belted out “Whiskey in the Jar” with all the enthusiasm of a Celtic bard.

And then, the pièce de résistance—the Golden Army Parade. Green smoke bombs, golden confetti raining down, people cheering (or gawking), and Trey leading it all like some chav-king of Camden. It was wild, chaotic, and exhilarating. “Unity, laughs, and a bit of over-the-top madness,” he remembered thinking. “That’s what it’s all about.”

Then, just as quickly as the dream had begun, it faded.

Trey woke with a jolt as the plane touched down at Heathrow. Shaking off the bizarre dream, he grabbed his duffel bag and made his way through customs, ready to enjoy London. But something felt different. The dream had left a strange impression on him, as if it were foreshadowing something.

His first few days were standard tourist fare—Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, fish and chips—but one night, while wandering through the city, he took a wrong turn and stumbled into a group of young men huddled outside a convenience store. They wore similar track suits and chains from his dream, and their conversation was peppered with slang he recognized.

“Oi, who’s this then?” one of them said, eyeing Trey curiously.

Trey hesitated. “Uh, just exploring.”

One of the chavs smirked. “Explorin’, yeah? You look proper lost, bruv.”

There was something oddly inviting about their energy. Trey had spent years around disciplined athletes, all focused on precision and order. But these guys? They were free. Reckless. Alive.

They invited him to hang out, and soon, Trey found himself immersed in their world. He learned the slang, the mannerisms, the art of posturing with confidence. But more than that, the transformation began in earnest.

It started with his appearance. His stylish, athletic travel wear gave way to a loud Adidas tracksuit gifted to him by one of the lads. It felt alien at first, the polyester brushing against his skin, the gold chains heavy around his neck, but soon it felt like armor. He traded his minimalist sneakers for chunky white trainers, worn laces, and scuff marks included. His clean-cut hair was buzzed down and styled with a thick dose of gel into a messy, lad-ready look. His American accent softened, slowly blending with the rhythm and slang of his new mates.

He laughed louder. Walked with more swagger. Took pride in posturing outside corner shops with a cheap lager in hand. Trey had never felt more seen.

His diet flipped from grilled chicken and protein shakes to kebabs, crisps, and fried everything. Instead of early morning runs, there were late-night pub crawls. He started to recognize the regulars at ‘spoons and could name every grime track that came on the speaker. He wasn’t just mimicking them—he was becoming one of them.

Then, one night while they were all pre-gaming for a warehouse rave, one of the lads opened his jacket to reveal a gold tattoo on his ribs—the Golden Army insignia. Trey blinked. "You lot are part of the Golden Army?" he asked, stunned.

The others grinned knowingly. "Course we are, bruv. You think that dream of yours was just a dream? We saw you there too. St. Paddy’s Day was mental, yeah?"

Trey’s jaw dropped. Somehow, the lines between the dream and reality blurred. These weren’t just random chavs—they were brothers in the same golden cause. It explained the familiarity, the strange pull he’d felt toward them, the déjà vu at every turn. And with that realization, Trey felt the final pieces of his old self slip away. This wasn’t just transformation—it was destiny.

At first, he told himself it was just for fun—an immersive cultural experience. But the more time he spent with his new mates, the more he felt like he belonged. There was no pressure to be an Olympic medalist here. No expectations, no cameras, no rigorous training schedule. Just vibes, music, and the thrill of the moment.

As his vacation drew to a close, Trey faced a choice. He could return to his carefully curated life back in the States, or he could stay, embrace the lifestyle, and disappear into this new identity. His flight was scheduled for the next morning, but as he sat on a park bench, the lights of London twinkling around him, he realized he already knew the answer.

His phone buzzed—his coach checking in. Trey stared at the screen, then answered.

“Oi oi, Coach, it’s Trey, innit?” he said, voice dripping in East London swagger. “Look, bruv, I’m not comin’ back to the States, yeah? Nah, I’m stayin’ ‘ere with the mandem. This life—this vibe—it’s me now. Tracks and medals? That’s old news. I’m rockin’ a diff kind of gold now, feel me?”

There was a long silence on the other end, but Trey didn’t wait.

“Ain’t gone mad or nothin’, Coach. Just found somethin’ real out ‘ere. I’m not lost—I’m finally where I belong, proper. And listen yeah, tell PDU-055 I’ll hit him up soon, innit.  He’ll clock what’s goin’ on. He gets it.”

He ended the call with a sharp “Safe,” tucked his phone into the deep pocket of his gold tracksuit, adjusted his thick gold chains, and strutted down the street, head high. Just another chav in London—but one with a mission, a brotherhood, and a golden destiny.

Do you want to become part of our chav brotherhood? Contact our recruiters: @brodygold , @goldenherc9 or @polo-drone-001.

[gordonramsei]

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Reveal Your Bollywood Glow: Unveiling Celebrity-Inspired Skincare Secrets.

This blog is going to be all about Indian & bollywood inspired products and skincare tips. If you also want a blog separately about Indian natural and authentic skincare or hair care I'll surely make it. 🫶

Know Your Skin Type : Identify your skin type - whether it's oily, dry, combination, or sensitive - to tailor your skincare routine effectively.

Cleanse Like a Star : Use a gentle cleanser like Cetaphil or Neutrogena to remove dirt and makeup and a oil cleaner is a must if you wear makeup daily. Opt for micellar water for a quick and effective cleanse on busy days. (But I don't really recommend it).

Exfoliate for Radiance : Incorporate a mild exfoliator like St. Ives Apricot Scrub or The Body Shop's Vitamin C Glow-Revealing Liquid Peel to slough off dead skin cells and reveal glowing skin. And my personal favorite coffee scrub from The Bombay shaving company. Don't exfoliate more than twice a week.

Hydration Is Key : Use a hydrating toner such as Clinique Moisture Surge Face Spray for an instant boost of hydration or toner + mist from pilgrim works like magic (my fav 😭).

Targeted Treatments : Include a serum with ingredients like hyaluronic acid (for hydration) or vitamin C (for hyperpigmentation) if you are under 17 or 18 like me don't use vitamin c or if you want to use in very less %, I use 2% kojic acid for my uneven skin tone from pilgrim, it's very begniner friendly. (Always consult a dermatologist for your skincare don't go around seeing videos on insta and YouTube believing them). I recommend Minimalist if you want chemical bases serums.

If you are above 23 or 25 Incorporate a retinol-based cream like RoC Retinol Correxion Deep Wrinkle Night Cream for anti-aging benefits. (Got this tip from mumma for y'all 😭✨️)

Sun Protection Essentials : Always apply a broad-spectrum sunscreen with SPF 30 or higher, such as La Roche-Posay Anthelios Ultra Light Fluid, to protect your skin from harmful UV rays. More affordable and effective sunscreens from brands — dot and key, aqualogica, Dr. Seth and wish care.

Overnight Nourishment: Use a hydrating overnight mask like Laneige Water Sleeping Mask to replenish moisture while you sleep. Incorporate a facial oil like The Ordinary's Rose Hip Seed Oil for added nourishment and radiance.

DIY Treatments Inspired by Bollywood:

- Try a turmeric, gram flour and yogurt face mask inspired by Priyanka Chopra for glowing skin.

- Use aloe vera gel like Deepika Padukone for its soothing and hydrating properties. (MY fav bolly actress btw 😭❤️)

Lifestyle Tips for Healthy Skin : Stay hydrated by drinking plenty of water throughout the day people are not stupid that they are going around telling you to drink water, IT'S A MUST!. Incorporate antioxidant-rich foods like fruits, vegetables, and green tea into your diet for overall skin health.

Some of my fav brands (mostly available in india) : dot and key, Foxtale, pilgrim, minimalist, st. Botanica, organic harvest and aqualogica!

Fav brand released by a bollywood actress: Hyphen by Kriti Sanon, their lip balm can even beat Rhode's lip balm istg- and their sunscreen 🔛🔝.

Channel your inner Bollywood diva and achieve a radiant, flawless skin with these skincare tips and product recommendations. Let your skin glow like a star!

[catboygirljoker]

org13 member (or members) most likely to actually utilize the (brutally minimalist) kitchen space and make a somewhat respectable meal for themself instead of heating up another of the bulk ordered hungry man meals in the microwave

Xemnas: no sense of taste. eats boiled unseasoned chicken breast and other nutrient dense but flavorless food.

Xigbar: that man is from california you KNOW he drinks kale smoothies for breakfast. blend it brown and suck it down. but he does know a lot about cooking and is pretty good at it. mostly does simple meal prep for dinners.

Xaldin: pretty good cook and will make himself nice meals on occasion. usually has a spartan diet.

Vexen: dominates the kitchen for an hour and a half and comes out with a single serving of a meal that smells indescribable. evidently it's some kind of french dish with expensive spices.

Lexaeus: isn't a disaster in the kitchen by any stretch but isn't picky. eats a LOT of carbs and protein; guy that big needs a lot of energy to get through the day.

Zexion: stays out of the kitchen as much as possible, at least during hours where a handful of his more intrusive coworkers might come in. is mostly content with peanut butter or cold cut sandwiches.

Saïx: has a sense of taste but eats as though he doesn't. convinces himself that it's not worth it to chase the fleeting illusion of pleasure that might come from putting more effort into his food.

Axel: complete disaster in the kitchen. "you know how it is with spaghetti" type mfer. eats bonkers combinations of foods like peanut butter sardine hot sauce sandwiches or marshmallow butter noodles.

Demyx: [int. Office Kitchen that Never Was. DEMYX stands before a boiling pot of water, carefully reading a long list of instructions in SAÏX's handwriting. Tentatively he picks up a salt shaker, holds it over the water, and taps it gently. A few grains of salt hit the water. Beat. The pot bursts into flames.]

he mostly eats pizza.

Luxord: has a couple recipes he really enjoys making and can make efficiently enough to eat regularly.

Marluxia: cooks himself nice meals. sometimes accidentally makes twice as much as he intends to. isn't sure why. oh well, more leftovers.

Larxene: eats mostly microwaved stuff. no matter what the meal is she puts it in on HIGH for 5 minutes and then complains loudly if it's burnt or not cooked enough. steals food also.

Roxas: helps Axel with his kitchen disasters sometimes (both creation and cleanup). is somehow ALWAYS able to be convinced that no, THIS time, the weird food combo is really good. usually ends up making boxed macaroni or microwave meals.

Xion: also helps Axel with his kitchen disasters. thinks his food combos are good, or maybe is just REALLY good at keeping a straight face in order to mess with Roxas.

[loveleslithica]

My new concept: the lazy supermodel diet. I've cleaned up the concept a bit

Just picture it.

Better things to do than sit down and cook, to lost in your own thoughts to focus on it anyways. You get home from a long day and a late night shoot and barely glance at the near empty fridge.

Exausted, you grab a few things and spread it out on the counter in front of you. Leaning over slightly, you eat in slow, bored bites as you take in the words of bent, paperback book between your lithe fingers and lit only by the dim candle light flickering from a vintage holder. You’d been reading it on the subway home, but still couldn’t pull yourself away from it.

It's something simple, but still was the potential for romanticism. Leftover California rolls, a bit stale from the other day out with friends. A can of sardines too. taking it with a fork straight from the can, running it under the sink, and lifting it to your lips. Still though, protein, carbs, healthy fats, and even omega-3 rich. For strength, glowing skin, and vitalization.

nonchalantly chic.

Perfect, balanced, effortless. Just like everything else you do. No fuss, low energy, minimalist, simple, and intentional.

And it just sort of screams “I have better things to do than cook but I know i’m too good for fast food.” You can picture out like something straight from a film.

Other ideas of stuff to eat:

~Greek yogurt howl with honey and some fruit and nuts thrown in. Who has time to measure anything?

~Smashed avocado on toast.

~throwing a bunch of stuff into a sliced. Close enough to a salad

~Shoving what you can into a blender until you get enough nutritional stuff to qualify as a meal. "Guess this is breakfast."

~Oatmeal with protein powder and anything thing that can be a topping on top

~fruit plates and bowls

~RX bars!!

~"didn't have time to pack lunch."

-slice of whole grain bread for carbs

-Deli slices or hard boiled eggs for protein

- handful of nuts or seeds for healthy fats

-some grapes, strawberries, ect. On the side