is this….. the end of shake it off…. this is 100% the end of shake it off but with skeletons…..

have to share this every year. Happy Halloween

I was happy for dan and shay until they thanked scooter...

I JUST REALIZED THE SCRUNCHIE AND IM SCREAMING

WHAT IS IT DOING THERE

TAYLOR WE NEED ANSWERS

WHY IS THIS THE BEST THING IVE EVER SEEN

WHO IS TRYING TO TURN BENJI INTO A VSCO GIRL THIS ISN’T ALLOWED

why is ur cat a trendy teenage girl @taylorswift

WHO DID THIS HAHAHAH

He got that young fresh kitten glow and his scrunchie matches his eyes WHATS NOT TO LOVE sksksksksk and I oop

how do I get a mat that says “i hope you like taylor swift”

&GUSY

SHE-

SHE LITERALLY DID THAT

THIS IS SUCH A GLOWUP

Here’s an idea

So what if you have different artists on the stage mostly the ones who spoke up for Taylor and you have them singing old Taylor songs, that’s not like illegal because technically they’re covers and then the lights go down and there’s like one spot light on Taylor who’s right in the middle and then there’s no music no nothing it’s just her voice and she just goes I’m so sick of running as fast as I can *drums* wondering if I’ll get there quicker if I was a man *echo silence and the drums* and then she does straight into the man and mic drop. 

Here’s an idea

So what if you have different artists on the stage mostly the ones who spoke up for Taylor and you have them singing old Taylor songs, that’s not like illegal because technically they’re covers and then the lights go down and there’s like one spot light on Taylor who’s right in the middle and then there’s no music no nothing it’s just her voice and she just goes I’m so sick of running as fast as I can *drums* wondering if I’ll get there quicker if I was a man *echo silence and the drums* and then she does straight into the man and mic drop. 

Here’s an idea

So what if you have different artists on the stage mostly the ones who spoke up for Taylor and you have them singing old Taylor songs, that’s not like illegal because technically they’re covers and then the lights go down and there’s like one spot light on Taylor who’s right in the middle and then there’s no music no nothing it’s just her voice and she just goes I’m so sick of running as fast as I can *drums* wondering if I’ll get there quicker if I was a man *echo silence and the drums* and then she does straight into the man and mic drop. 

Here’s an idea

So what if you have different artists on the stage mostly the ones who spoke up for Taylor and you have them singing old Taylor songs, that’s not like illegal because technically they’re covers and then the lights go down and there’s like one spot light on Taylor who’s right in the middle and then there’s no music no nothing it’s just her voice and she just goes I’m so sick of running as fast as I can *drums* wondering if I’ll get there quicker if I was a man *echo silence and the drums* and then she does straight into the man and mic drop. 

Here’s an idea

So what if you have different artists on the stage mostly the ones who spoke up for Taylor and you have them singing old Taylor songs, that’s not like illegal because technically they’re covers and then the lights go down and there’s like one spot light on Taylor who’s right in the middle and then there’s no music no nothing it’s just her voice and she just goes I’m so sick of running as fast as I can *drums* wondering if I’ll get there quicker if I was a man *echo silence and the drums* and then she does straight into the man and mic drop. 

Here’s an idea

So what if you have different artists on the stage mostly the ones who spoke up for Taylor and you have them singing old Taylor songs, that’s not like illegal because technically they’re covers and then the lights go down and there’s like one spot light on Taylor who’s right in the middle and then there’s no music no nothing it’s just her voice and she just goes I’m so sick of running as fast as I can *drums* wondering if I’ll get there quicker if I was a man *echo silence and the drums* and then she does straight into the man and mic drop. 

Here’s an idea

So what if you have different artists on the stage mostly the ones who spoke up for Taylor and you have them singing old Taylor songs, that’s not like illegal because technically they’re covers and then the lights go down and there’s like one spot light on Taylor who’s right in the middle and then there’s no music no nothing it’s just her voice and she just goes I’m so sick of running as fast as I can *drums* wondering if I’ll get there quicker if I was a man *echo silence and the drums* and then she does straight into the man and mic drop. 

I want everyone who struggles with eating, is going through the thinspo or other ed tags, is diagnosed with an eating disorder—or just everyone in general, to read this. Stop scrolling for a moment, please.

Let me tell you my story in relation to eating disorders.

I stopped eating when I was eight. Eight years old. And it wasn’t because I wanted to be skinny, or fit, or anything. It was because food made me feel dirty and gross. I couldn’t eat without feeling sick with myself—it was especially bad with certain foods, but less bad with others. I would sit at the dinner table and sob and beg my mom to get it away from me. I started rapidly losing weight. My mental health had already been plummeting and it started plummeting more.

Eventually, my mom took me to see someone, to help me get over my fear of food. I don’t really remember the details anymore, just that I hated going and that I cried a lot. I don’t remember when I stopped going, either.

I remember my family making fun of me for all the weight I lost and how skinny I was. At the age of eight, nine, it made me feel ashamed and awful. We stopped going to the therapist, or whoever she was. I pretended to get over my fear of food, tried to hide it more. And maybe she helped, the therapist did—at least enough to keep me alive. But I never really got over my feelings and my relationship with food.

Fast forward to now, my relationship with food is imperfect, to say the least. I have been underweight for eight years now—I’m sixteen. Sometimes more dangerously underweight than other times. There have been periods of times where I’ve eaten normally, but I keep falling back into old habits. There have been periods where I’ve been barely above starving. There have been periods where I ate, but threw up everything. And the sense of shame has never gone away. The sense of shame that I have some big secret that isn’t really a secret. The sense of shame that I can’t—or haven’t—gotten better, after all these years. The shame I feel when I eat, when I don’t. When I throw up, when I don’t. When I lie about how much I’ve been eating and when I don’t have to. Shame because I can still fit into jeans from the fourth grade—jeans that are baggy now. And shame because that brings me a sense of guilty pride.

My eating habits, or lack thereof, are now based around my view of my self image, it is true. Unlike when I was eight, I am constantly obsessing over my appearance. I’m sure you know the feeling well. “How skinny do I look? How much skinnier can I get? Are my bones showing? Good. How skinny is my waist? My wrists? Are my clothes baggy? My thighs look fat. My everything looks fat. I’ll be skinny if I don’t eat. I’ll be skinny if I throw up dinner. I’ll be skinny if, I’ll be skinny when, I want to be skinny, skinny, skinny.”

But I digress. One of my sister’s friends has a sister. A while back, word got out that she had an eating disorder. Everyone fussed and worried over her, because she, despite therapy, wasn’t making any progress. One day, we recieved news that she was being helicopter lifted to some hospital in another state, because she was dying and needed immediate care.

Someone very close to me, (who I will keep anonymous my relation to, because I am unsure of whether they’d be comfortable with me posting it online for the world to see), is in residential hospitalization at this very moment, due to having an eating disorder. They’ve actually only been there for a few days, but they are supposed to be there for a six to eight week minimum, although likely longer.

And I haven’t even mentioned the countless other friends I have with eating disorders, recovering from eating disorders, with unhealthy eating habits, et cetera, et cetera.

What’s the point of all of this, you may be asking? Great, thank you Stellar, you shared your sob story, can I go now?

Not yet.

My point is, eating disorders consume you. There is no end. There is no end goal. Once you start losing weight, it becomes addictive. Calories become terrifying. Food feels like the enemy. But once you reach your weight goal, you will make another one. And another. And another.

When you stop eating, it’s not just losing weight. And that isn’t even a given sometimes. It means hair loss and headaches and cold. When you start purging, it means feeling light-headed all of the time, it means disgust and bad aftertastes.

But what eating disorders really mean is death.

You aren’t going to stay this way forever. Okay? You aren’t going to “get skinny” and then that’s it. After a while when you have an eating disorder, either somebody will find out or something really bad will happen. And you’ll end up in residential for four months, or hooked up to a machine providing you nutrition.

You either recover, or you die.

And that’s just the damn truth.

And no, recovery isn’t going to be sunshine and rainbows. And your relationship with food will be fragile—at the very least—for the rest of your life. It’s been eight years for me. I don’t know where I am but I’m sure as hell not recovered. And if I’m being honest with you all, this post is for me just as much as it is for all of you. Because, like I said, you get better, or you die.

And all of those photos you see? Of skinny people? Yeah, none of them have eating disorders. I can tell you that much. They are naturally skinny, or they work out a healthy amount, eat healthy food—or a combination of all. People with eating disorders don’t look like that. They look sick. Their hair falls out. Their teeth rot. Their fingernails grow brittle. Their skin will be pale and sickly. And they will have many other health issues that go along with their eating disorder. But even then, you can have an eating disorder and NOT be underweight. That’s not something a lot of people realize. And even if you aren’t, you can still be critically unhealthy.

So, if you are thinking about stopping eating, or starting to purge, get off the thinspo tag right now. I know you are struggling with your body image but once you stop eating or start throwing up it will fuck up your life for a VERY LONG TIME. It will make your body image WORSE. It will make you look unhealthy and tired and it will consume your entire life. YOU DO NOT WANT TO START THIS. You do not want to put yourself in this situation, I PROMISE. Please, see someone such as a therapist so you can discuss how you feel about your body and your self image before it gets to a life threatening point. I know that it is easier said than done. And I know how toxic the thinspo community is, how tempting the pictures of all the bone-skinny people are. But there are healthy ways to learn to love yourself and an ED will teach you the opposite. And it will slowly kill you.

Do. Not. Start.

And if you already have. If you haven’t been eating, or you’ve been purging your meals. Get help. Reach out to a trusted adult. I know food is scary. I know that the last thing you want to do is get help. I know that eating feels like the end of the world a lot of the time.

But you don’t want to end up like me. You don’t want to end up in residential. Or helicoptered to a hospital to get vital nutrients pumped into your body while your family and friends wait fearfully, praying that you won’t die on them. Beautiful doesn’t mean skinny. Beautiful means you. Beautiful means recovery and healing. The longer you wait to get help, the harder recovery will be. And you will need to recover at some point because you cannot keep your eating disorder a secret forever. Someone will find out. Someone always does.

And no, you are not the exception. I can see you scoffing at this post—“Yes, it’s sad that all of that happens, but not to me. I’m not skinny enough, not sick enough, won’t get to that point.”

But you will and you are. Eating disorders don’t HAVE exceptions. They simply take and they take and they take. There is no sick enough—there is only sick. There is only unhealthy. I don’t care how many times you break your calorie limit or how much you weigh. You are sick enough. You are at the point where you need help. Get help before it’s too late.

Please don’t make the same mistakes I did—the mistakes I am still making now. Please don’t make the same mistakes my friends and loved ones did. Reach and strive for recovery. You will thank yourself.

I promise.

You are beautiful. Now get off the ED tags, have a glass of water if that is all you can manage, and do something nice for yourself—watch a show, curl up with a blanket, listen to comfort music.

And when you can, get the help you deserve.

I work at a daycare with infants.

One of our baby girls is fat, in the 99th percentile for her age. She is super cute and sweet. Lately, she has been sick with various breathing issues, so she has been reluctant to take her bottles. Normally, she’ll take 4 ounces of formula at lunch and 8 ounces in the afternoon. Today, I was lucky to get to her take 5 all day.

There was a substitute covering a lunch break in my classroom today. We emphasized to her that we need to keep trying to get the baby to drink her bottle until she finished it. She said, “Why are you guys so worried about taking her bottle?”

My coworker replied, “That’s where all her nutrients are. She needs the nutrients and the water.”

To which the substitute replied, “But she’s so fat. She doesn’t need it.”

Thin privilege is a small, pretty baby getting better childcare because the caretaker doesn’t think she’s too fat to be allowed to eat.

This reminds me of a cousin of mine who ended up with her kids being taken away from her by social services for a number of reasons but mostly for nearly killing her baby daughter. How?

By starving her. She insisted that her baby was ‘too fat’ and had an aim to remove any and all ‘chubbyness’ so her baby would be thin. She’d already been warned by her doctor about the baby not getting enough food, but insisted she knew best.

After several months of this her baby passed out cold one day and was rushed into hospital where the doctors found her to have severe malnutrition, a low body temperature and low pulse rate. They asked my cousin what she’d been feeding her daughter and she said “one bottle of skimmed milk a day. I don’t want her growing up fat.”

Even after nearly killing her daughter my cousin maintained her view that fat = bad and ended up with all her kids taken from her because she was starving them and neglecting them.

When your fatphobia leads you to starving your own children then you’ve got serious problems.

(Note. She still, to this day, maintains the view that she was right and the doctors were wrong. “They just want fat kids so they can keep employed treating them for all those diseases that being fat causes.” = her actual words.)

My mom had me dieting with her when I was eleven. She had me eating less than 600 calories a day because she was worried I was going to “get huge.” She even grounded me once because she found out my friends were bringing me lunches! I ended up passing out, going to the ER, and getting two IVs at once BC I was so goddamn dehydrated. Soooooo surprised they didn’t call child services… And looking back, this was the root of my anorexia. I’m nearly 22 and still fighting it. Please don’t starve your fucking children.

For fucks sake babies are SUPPOSED to be fat, what is wrong with people? It’s just stored energy, and growing children need stored energy - an 11 year old is just about to hit some major growing years. Damn. 

Fatphobia

Is

Real

and it kills

This is no joke. people will literally starve their own babies cause they don’t want them getting fat. A parent brought in their six month old baby who was having breathing issues and kept getting sick. the parent was asked if the baby was eating regularly and the parent straight up told the doctor that they only feed the baby once a day. ONCE A DAY. A FUCKING BABY. they even had the nerve to say because they didn’t want the baby to get fat. people like this are real. they would rather have a dead baby than a fat one.

My youngest son is a very big boy and has been since he was born. When he was 10 months old I took him for his well-baby check and vaccinations. The nurse noted his weight and said, quite casually, “He is in the 99th percentile for weight so he is at risk for obesity. You may want to keep an eye on that.” I said, “He is exclusively breastfed. He refuses to eat any solids yet.” What did she expect me to do? What would it mean to “keep an eye on” an exclusively breastfed baby’s weight? 

She backed off saying, ‘Well he looks fine!” – proving once again that weight bias is not truly about health – But I know many other parents who are not as informed as I am about weight science and size diversity would react to this interaction by policing their child’s food intake, if not as an infant, then when he was an older child. This is exactly the type of seemingly-inconsequential interaction that starts the ball rolling on a lifetime of dieting, disordered eating, negative body image, and weight-based abuse for too many fat people.

Years later when he was five, another doctor measured his weight and height and commented that he is off the charts on both, but “at least he is in proportion.” And if he was not “in proportion,” I am sure I would have been advised once again to “watch his weight.” 

I no longer allow healthcare providers to weight my children unless it is absolutely medically necessary. They are unable to control their weight talk, which is a known harm for children.

We need to completely eliminate weight talk from medicine, especially when it comes to children. Even the smallest exposure can have terrible consequences.

Wtf…

A friend from college had been going to the doctor because she was having trouble breathing. She was told to lose weight. Over the course of several years, she went back to the doctors time and time again, telling them that she’d been sticking to the diet but because of her breathing problems she had been unable to even walk for more than 20 minutes at a time. The doctor got her into an exercise programme and told her that she just needed to really try to lose weight because that was clearly the reason for her breathing problems. By the time they found the tumour on her lungs, it was inoperable. She only lived three months after diagnosis. She was 25. She’d had the tumour for over five years. The doctor was so focused on the fact that my friend was “fat”, that they refused to look for any underlying cause. They killed her.

Weight-first treatment KILLS. Fatphobia KILLS.

I have 2 scary stories to share about fatphobic doctors & parents harming their childs/patients’ health:

1. The 4 years old daughter of a friend of mine came to our house to spend the weekend. She gave me a letter from her mom that said that the child was in a glutenfree diet because she was getting ‘awfully fat’ when eating cookies or bread (my celiac ass; who gets dhiarrea and loses a scary amount of weight whenever I eat something with gluten was like ’???’).

You can bet that I went to the supermarket with the kid and told her ‘go & take whatever you feel like eating’ and the poor child came back smiling with her arms full of biscuits and cupcakes.

She didn’t got sick (as a celiac would get) and told me later that she hated the diet her mother made her follow; because her cousins didn’t had to pass through that.

And what’s the scariest thing about this story? Her mother was a NURSE. A fucking nurse who didn’t have a clue of the harm that she was doing to her daughter’s body!

2. My little sister started to feel fatigued and dizzy at 9 years old. She felt nauseated at the sight of food and had abdominal pain that increased with physical activity.

Mom got her to the ER and the doctor dismissed it saying: ‘she’s fat and probably is feeling ill after eating too much burgers, get her to make some exercise and she will be better in no time’.My mom didn’t felt ok with the diagnosis and took my sister with a second doctor who also told her that ‘the child was just fat’.

My sister’s skin was starting to get yellow as the days passed and the abdominal pain was getting awful so my mom (heaven bless her!) got her to the ER for the third time:

SHE HAD STAGE 4 HEPATITIS AND WAS ABOUT TO DIE.

She survived after a long and painful recovery who involved being in bed for a whole year (remember that we’re speaking of a 9 years old child). Luckily they saved her liver and she didn’t went through a transplant… but let this sink:

If it weren’t for my mother, fatphobia would have killed her. Fatphobia kills kids and teenagers, fatphobia kills inocent people everyday. It treats human beings as lesser than others and hurts them in their most vulnerable times.

It’s a real shame that we all have so much stories to share about this issue. A REAL SHAME.

Future doctors, interns, and residents following me:

FUCKING TAKE NOTE OF THIS!

Don’t let bias against your fat patients kill them!

(#and this is just when we actually go to the doctor and tell them we have problems #how many of us just give up #or won’t mention anything that seems like too much of a ‘fat’ problem)

i’d really like my thin followers to reblog this if you can. fat people are already here for each other, we need you guys to help us out too. this is something i never see anyone actually talking about in-depth, and it’s disappointing. be there for your fat siblings, too.

A friend of mine (and I say ‘friend’ tentatively) is going into the medical industry and she is extremely judgemental towards fat people. She says all the usual stuff - they’re lazy, eat too much, killing themselves - all the classics, and all of it stemming from her own eating disorders and body image issues (though she’s very thin) and I just know she’s going to become one of these doctors. That’s how it happens - their own fears become biases that cannot be moved by logic because it goes against the ideology up to which they stack themselves, define themselves. I hope she learns.

I AM HYSTERICALLY LAUGHING. HOW IS THIS ADULT CONTENT? HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

MEREDITH YOU NAUGHTY MINX

I am dying 😂

Paint me like one of your Scottish Folds. 😽

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA

“Paint me like one of your Scottish Folds” omg I think that’s the best thing I’ve ever read 😂😂😂😂😻😻😻

She would be so stoked if she knew about this bc ‘edgy’ is her brand 😹

Hug your cat today. Or don’t, if your cat hates hugs. But anyway. Happy National Cat Day from me, Olivia, Meredith, and Benjamin. 😸😸😸👱🏻‍♀️

happy body positivity night!

this is a repost because I have decided I wanted to be more vulnerable in my caption and I want to really be honest w you guys.

as a middle schooler, it’s hard to love yourself when all of the voices in your head tell you you’re not good enough. whether it’s my height, fat, acne, birthmarks, or hair. everyday i try to look in the mirror and remind myself i’m perfect just the way i am, but it isn’t that easy.

it’s so hard to not give in to the standards society puts in front of us.... it truly is a lifelong battle. so I hope you all know that you’re beautiful the way you are. you will get through this. we are all in this together. love you guys.

again, thank you to gracie and sage for putting together such a wonderful night.