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I’m beyond words at this moment but today has always been a bad shitty day filled with so many unwanted spirits but I’ve got that real good love now. A love that spoils me, keeps me so safe and heals all those wounds I’m licking. I have a family and we’re making our own light 💖✨✨🔮💋💋🔮✨✨💖 @heavycreammm #femme4femmes #queer #family #newtraditions High-res

I’m beyond words at this moment but today has always been a bad shitty day filled with so many unwanted spirits but I’ve got that real good love now. A love that spoils me, keeps me so safe and heals all those wounds I’m licking. I have a family and we’re making our own light 💖✨✨🔮💋💋🔮✨✨💖 @heavycreammm #femme4femmes #queer #family #newtraditions

Anonymous asked: I currently live with my aunt and uncle and their two kids for free while going to college. They are very "heathly" Everytime I join them at the table they talk about my eatting even if i eat the same things. Daily my uncle makes comments about my food or watches me eat. my uncle also makes comments when his son eats a cookie like "I don't want him to get fat" This really is getting to me. I don't know how to talk to him about this to make him understand. Please help.

Yuck! I’m sorry this is happening to you! What an uncomfortable living situation :(

Here’s what I’ll say first. I’m not timid about confrontation. I’m also no longer into the idea that family gets to be immune from confronting their body issues.

I think you can start with taking them aside and saying that you love them SO much and that you’re so grateful to be able to foster a relationship with them in the way you’re able to. Tell them that because you know they love you too and want you to be happy, you would like them to know how their comments about your body affect you. I would bring literature for them to read on Body Acceptance and Health At Every Size (also here). I would tell them that you don’t want your body and your choices about its path to be up for discussion. You can even lie and tell them that your therapist said it was affecting your mental health and ability to do well in college. That’s actually a truth, we’re simply lying about who I am to you!

I would also tell them (if you’re comfortable with it) that if they want to talk more about HAES, you’d be open to doing it. 

I would give them a chance to read, process and start communicating with you with love. If they can’t get the picture, I would establish some new boundaries about eating around them. 

I also want you to know that while it will be so challenging to live in an environment like that (if the bullying continues), the greatest thing you can do for yourself and those children, is to live with confidence, love and integrity. Don’t lessen yourself for others and don’t allow people to bully you into doing things that don’t feel good for you. 

Lead by example!

Best of luck to you!! xoxo

Supreme Happiness Tip of the Day: Arm Full of Cats Exercise  Step #1: Find 1+ cats Step #2: Scoop them all up  Step #3: Kiss them until they tell you they no longer want that Rinse Repeat Ad Infinitum High-res

Supreme Happiness Tip of the Day: Arm Full of Cats Exercise 

Step #1: Find 1+ cats

Step #2: Scoop them all up 

Step #3: Kiss them until they tell you they no longer want that

Rinse Repeat Ad Infinitum

majesticlegay:

being curled up around the light of your computer at ungodly hours writing about fat bodies and queer theory (TOPLESS) feels so much more charming when you have a cat side kick (even if she is trying to lie on top of me or my computer half the time)

I look and this and think, ” That’s because my life is as good as an Abba song. It’s as good as Dancing Queen. “

(Photoset reblogged from heavymuffintop)
World’s Best Mom  This necklace has a lock of one of my babybear’s hair, the scarf was a gift from another babybear and the brooch was a gift from my other babybear. The eyeshadow a gift from Daddy We may be poor but we’re livin on love Coolest Canadian Family you’ve ever seen High-res

World’s Best Mom 

This necklace has a lock of one of my babybear’s hair, the scarf was a gift from another babybear and the brooch was a gift from my other babybear.

The eyeshadow a gift from Daddy

We may be poor but we’re livin on love

Coolest Canadian Family you’ve ever seen

innerfatgirl: Meet Elliot Princess of Darkness! She’s tough and doesn’t take any shit and and as you can tell from this photo she is clearly very vain. I guess vanity and toughness are hereditary She’s so sassy and beautiful <3 <3 I can’t wait until she’s adjusted and we can take family photos <3 <3 High-res

innerfatgirl:

Meet Elliot Princess of Darkness!

She’s tough and doesn’t take any shit and and as you can tell from this photo she is clearly very vain. I guess vanity and toughness are hereditary

She’s so sassy and beautiful <3 <3 I can’t wait until she’s adjusted and we can take family photos <3 <3

(Photo reblogged from heavymuffintop)
I finally responded to an email from my mother today. It&#8217;s been days since I received hers and I&#8217;ve spent almost every minute since then trying to figure out a way to respond that wouldn&#8217;t cut her to her core.  She wanted to know how I was doing in Canada and had I made any friends yet and was the cold making me lonely. She asked those questions because Canada seems so far and foreign and she hasn&#8217;t made any friends yet and the cold makes her so very lonely. There&#8217;s no delicate way to tell her that Canada feels the most like home than any other place I&#8217;ve ever been or that I&#8217;ve made friends and I&#8217;ve made a family and that the cold reminds me how alive I am. How am I supposed to tell her that I&#8217;ve spent so many years being so very afraid of families and so afraid of living with other human beings and of all the things I was afraid of, I was most scared of sharing myself and my past and my feelings with anyone who wasn&#8217;t paid to listen to me and now I&#8217;m here? Now I&#8217;m here with a beautiful family of amazing and complicated people who have so much love and compassion and humor inside of them that last night when we were all sitting at the dinner table cackling with our mouths full of fajitas and talking about our days, I thought for a minute I might wake up and realize I&#8217;ve made this all up.  But I haven&#8217;t made them up and they are that lovely and it&#8217;s really a shame that I can&#8217;t share them with her. I thought of all the ways I could respond to her and all the ways she would react. I knew if I told her how safe I feel now, she&#8217;d be reminded of how unsafe she made things for me then. I know if I told her how we make intentional time for each other and that when we talk the others really listen or that we hug each other with both arms in a way that makes your whole body relax, that she&#8217;d just see all the times she didn&#8217;t do that for me herself.  Because you can&#8217;t talk to people about your present joy when they&#8217;re still clinging to the ghosts of your shared past.  So I told her I&#8217;m fine and I&#8217;ve made some friends and that the cold isn&#8217;t too bad because I have the scarves she gave me.  High-res

I finally responded to an email from my mother today. It’s been days since I received hers and I’ve spent almost every minute since then trying to figure out a way to respond that wouldn’t cut her to her core. 

She wanted to know how I was doing in Canada and had I made any friends yet and was the cold making me lonely.

She asked those questions because Canada seems so far and foreign and she hasn’t made any friends yet and the cold makes her so very lonely.

There’s no delicate way to tell her that Canada feels the most like home than any other place I’ve ever been or that I’ve made friends and I’ve made a family and that the cold reminds me how alive I am.

How am I supposed to tell her that I’ve spent so many years being so very afraid of families and so afraid of living with other human beings and of all the things I was afraid of, I was most scared of sharing myself and my past and my feelings with anyone who wasn’t paid to listen to me and now I’m here?

Now I’m here with a beautiful family of amazing and complicated people who have so much love and compassion and humor inside of them that last night when we were all sitting at the dinner table cackling with our mouths full of fajitas and talking about our days, I thought for a minute I might wake up and realize I’ve made this all up. 

But I haven’t made them up and they are that lovely and it’s really a shame that I can’t share them with her.

I thought of all the ways I could respond to her and all the ways she would react. I knew if I told her how safe I feel now, she’d be reminded of how unsafe she made things for me then. I know if I told her how we make intentional time for each other and that when we talk the others really listen or that we hug each other with both arms in a way that makes your whole body relax, that she’d just see all the times she didn’t do that for me herself. 

Because you can’t talk to people about your present joy when they’re still clinging to the ghosts of your shared past. 

So I told her I’m fine and I’ve made some friends and that the cold isn’t too bad because I have the scarves she gave me. 

I think Ezra&#8217;s ready for a baby sister so I&#8217;m practicing my breathing and stretching exercises because giving birth to cats is actually a lot harder on the body. Does anyone know a cat doula who specializes in orgasmic water births? High-res

I think Ezra’s ready for a baby sister so I’m practicing my breathing and stretching exercises because giving birth to cats is actually a lot harder on the body. Does anyone know a cat doula who specializes in orgasmic water births?

zero-girl: anorable: erin so rude um i think the 3 of us need a meeting, this family needs an attitude adjustment and that&#8217;s clearly up to me to take care of it

zero-girl:

anorable:

erin

so rude

um i think the 3 of us need a meeting, this family needs an attitude adjustment and that’s clearly up to me to take care of it

(Photo reblogged from zero-girl)
anorable: gross that&#8217;s my arm

anorable:

gross

that’s my arm

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