“As a writer, if someone falls in love with my work, I know they have fallen in love with my mind. Having no idea what my face looks like, they chose my mind. Art may be the only space a woman can be whole without being seen.”—Nayyirah Waheed (via theflowershop)
“Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.”—Anne Lamott (via creatingaquietmind)
the argument against fat acceptance that i see often and that really pisses me off is that fat people aren’t motivated for self-improvement. this argument always proves to me just how much more value society puts on physical health rather than mental health. when i started learning to accept my weight and love my body, my mental health improved more than it ever has. everyday i feel better just from learning to love new things about myself. everyday i want to live a little bit more and am slowly working towards the idea that i am good enough. mental self-improvement means so much more to me and is so much healthier than any time in the past i have gone on diets and exercise crazes to lose weight because i felt like i wasn’t good enough the way i was. and i know i have improved because, for once, instead of these arguments making me sad, they are making me angry.