‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain…
I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.
(via loveextravagantly)
That moment when you finish a book, look around, and realize that everyone is just carrying on with their lives as though you didn’t just experience emotional trauma at the hands of a paperback.
(Source: treesquirrrel, via loveextravagantly)
They were made for so much more than this. And yet here they are, calling to each other in desperation, clinging onto life only by the pitiful buckets of water onlookers pour, taking painful last breaths as their lungs are slowly being crushed by their own body weight.
They were made for so much more than this; the majesty and abundance of life within the ocean.
Oh how we so pathetically cling onto life sometimes. Beached. We’re stranded against our power and we need a Rescuer. To take us back to life in abundance; that which we’re made for. Not tiny buckets of saltwater to moisten our skin, not measly rock pools that satisfy for but a moment, but the source of life within the deep blue.
We need a Rescuer, a never ending abundance in life, love, and joy. This is not what we’re made for.
(Source: youtube.com, via the-absolute-funniest-posts)
Water Drop Pillars by Markus Reugels
In his continued experiments with water photography Markus Reugels has developed a method of releasing precisely timed water drops that collide to form pillar-like structures. The setup involves three perfectly synchronized valves and three individual gel-covered flashes that all fire in sequence with the camera’s shutter.
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