Probs gonna get dragged for this but I feel like most of the fat acceptance/body positivity is mostly just shaming skinny people now. This is coming from a thicker person in the process of losing weight. I haven't even lost my first 10 pounds yet and I've already had like 4 huge people roll their eyes and say something like "well you eat your salads and diet drinks and I'll have my burgers and ice cream" and when I said something back, it's like I offended their great ancestors or some shit. Or they'll say shit like "skinny bitches have no ass lol" yeah well at least they're not out of breath by the time they reach the fucking kitchen, bitch.
I hate my first name so much. I not only don't like the sound of it, I also think it's no suitable name for an adult. Whenever I have to say my name in an "adult situation" ; like at the doctor's, for a job, you name it; it feels so off and cringey. I know that a lot of people don't like their names, but I somehow have the feeling that in my case, it's a little worse than for "everyone"; also because a lot of people have told me that they also don't like my name.
I get the desire to hurt the people closest to me. I dont mean physical pain. I just sometime wish I can break them down mentally like they do me. though most of them dont really know how badly it affects me. Its probably not even their fault. It could be just me. I dont think anyone is completely bad. Everyone has someone they treat better than others. someone could see someone as a hero while another sees them as a villain. Lately I see nothing but villains. I imagine being the villain every day when I'm stuck with my thoughts, but no matter how damaged I am, how angry, sad. or even how much I crave chaos I cant find the will to do anything but allow things to happen to me.
I had a girl in my life who I loved,. She threw me away at one point. The only things left behind of her are my memories of her, and a weird feeling. A weird feeling that allows me to instantly lose empathy towards anyone when I think about her or I see something that reminds me of her. It honestly amazes me that she had such an impact on me, that I can become emotionally void at a snap, just like that...
I joined a group chat on telegram that's like... a plush club. Like just a bunch of people who like plushes and collect them and whatnot. And it's supposed to be a SFW chat because it's an innocent enjoyment of collecting art, not some weird kink. But sometimes people post art that's... borderline NSFW. It's not actually graphic in any way, but its quite clearly fetish art, the fetish being someone turning into a plush or getting stuffed inside a plush or even a plush just eating shit tons of stuffing and getting fat. And it honestly makes me super uncomfortable that people sexualize something so innocent, especially in a group where that's not what it's about. Sorry for the random vent, I had to complain about this somewhere.
This stupid white bitch is about to get her husbands ass beat. I dont play that being disrespectful to my wife shit. I'll fuck both of yall up.😆😆😆You racist piece of shit. Go lift. Lol. Bitch.
go message @thirteenthkiller on Instagram and tell her what a dumb slut she is. she turned me down when Ive been nothing but nice to her smh
Why is it when most guys meet lesbians, all of their basic fucking decency goes straight out the window?
My dad annoys me... so much. Living in the same house as him is agonizing, because of all the stupid habits he has. He never puts things back in the fridge; I started buying all the stuff like milk, cheese and other groceries for myself and put them in a box labelled "DON'T USE" because I'm too afraid to consume the things that he left sitting outside, especially during summer. He also always leaves the radio and the lights on for hours while not being in the room; at the same time, he scolds me whenever I watch TV because it supposedly is a waste of electricity money. He always runs around in underwear and farts and burps loudly; and by always, I mean even when guests are over. I don't bring friends or dates over anymore when I know he'll be home. Then, there are tons of small things that alone aren't so bad, but kind of sum up; like how he always puts his cups in the wrong place in the dishwasher, doesn't remove soap stains from the sink, etc. The thing that pissed me of today so much that I now need to rant here is that I found out that he uses my towel. The shower towel. The thing he uses to dry his genitals - the thing I use to clean MY genitals. I was so disgusted. It isn't like he purposefully uses my towel, he just grabs the first one that's available, which apparently often is mine. I now plan on using a new one every time. The thing is, whenever you try to talk to him about those things, no matter how nicely you phrase it, he acts like a small child about it and either throws a tantrum about how he's the only one bringing home money in this household and still gets blamed for everything, or he ignores you completely.
recently i learned that the ''gender pay gap'' is not comparing the same jobs. how dishonest and shady is that? if you do the same hours, and same jobs, you get paid the same, the end. i read more deeply on the data and there is nothing more to it. it's ridiculous.