“I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.”—(via wadulisiwoman)
I feel like a lot of people really don’t get this, but just because you’re attracted to a fat person doesn’t erase their fatness. So often I hear shit like, “you’re not fat, you’re beautiful!” because fat is still synonymous with ugly, lazy, sloppy, and a myriad of other negative descriptors. Please don’t say shit like that. I’m fat and beautiful. My fatness doesn’t erase my beauty, and my beauty doesn’t erase my fatness.
I thought tonight, that I was going to fall into some old habits. I felt stressed out, was in a lot of pain, and I just needed comfort. Normally, I would talk to someone that is toxic/negative, or maybe get overly emotional and upset.
But instead I realized who the people were that I felt comfortable talking to, and talked to them. I cut out a couple more people that I realized I don’t trust to support me when I really need help.
Then did some tarot readings for distraction and practice.
I’m really proud that I turned tonight into an opportunity for growth and healing.