"I'm sick but I'm pretty"

"I will kiss you like forgiveness. You / will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms / will bandage and we will press promises / between us like flowers in a book."

We never say that all men deserve to feel beautiful. We never say that each man is beautiful in his own way. We don’t have huge campaigns aimed at young boys trying to convince them that they’re attractive, probably because we very rarely correlate a man’s worth with his appearance. The problem is that a woman’s value in this world is still very much attached to her appearance, and telling her that she should or deserves to feel beautiful does more to promote that than negate it. Telling women that they “deserve” to feel pretty plays right in to the idea that prettiness should be important to them. And having books and movies aimed at young women where every female protagonist turns out to be beautiful (whereas many of the antagonists are described in much less flattering terms) reinforces the message that beauty has some kind of morality attached to it, and that all heroines are somehow pretty.

mrymorstn-archive:

you know those people who are just luminous, like they’re so beautiful and everything they do is endearing and all you can do is stare and hope that some of their light hits you someday. maybe it’s not even romantic but they’re just such people, they’re humans, and they’re so beautiful that you cannot make yourself look away

(via haveanadventurewithme)

The number one cause of death for people with Fibromyalgia is Suicide.

merry-merryunbirthday:

cmorganwrite:

thedragonthateatsitstail:

Tumblr has helped with a lot of petitions on We the People, and this one is extremely important to me and many other people here on Tumblr.

Fibromyalgia is a chronic pain condition that effects every part of every day life. The pain is severe and often there are a myriad of other symptoms that…

Please, please, please take one minute and sign this. This is terrifying.

As someone who has considered suicide because of my Fibromyalgia; THIS IS SO SO IMPORTANT. 

jesusinc:

I love sunglasses, am I looking at that tree? Am I staring at your dick? Who knows!

(via fake-mermaid)

spoonie-living:

superheronamesforspoonies:

(On body modification and chronic illness)
When you’re sick, you don’t always get to make decisions about your own body. Because your body (or your illness) makes those decisions for you
Want to eat without getting nauseous? Too bad!

Want to be able to digest food properly, and have all your organs work the way they’re supposed to? Nope! Sucker.
Want to be able to think clearly, and not be in pain? Hahahahahaha No.
And then there’s the doctors. When you’re sick, you sort of wander around the doctor’s office in a haze, going wherever they tell you to go, because you’re too tired and confused to do much else. You sit in the lab chairs they tell you too, you offer your arm, and let some random person collapse your veins 5 times before they get a result.
And it’s freezing, and unfamiliar, and you really really, don’t want to be there, but you have to be if you want to get better. So you stay. It’s a strange sort of consensual non-consent.
And it’s a terrifying loss of control.
With body modifications, it’s exact opposite. It’s all about you, and exactly what you want to happen.
You can be picky. So picky. You could spend a year researching tattoo artists, until you find the exact right one. You can obsessively check sanitation credentials. You can find an environment that serves tea, and is warm, and has soothing sage green walls, where they tell you to breathe deeply and talk calmly to you before shoving needles through your ears.
There are options, and they are all yours.
So last week, after a year full of blood draws and IV’s in cold white rooms, I chose a piercer, did my research, and took control, in one small way, of what would happen to my body that day.


This person’s got the right of it. Don’t forget that taking control of your body in small ways like this is a way to practice self-care!

spoonie-living:

superheronamesforspoonies:

(On body modification and chronic illness)

When you’re sick, you don’t always get to make decisions about your own body. Because your body (or your illness) makes those decisions for you

Want to eat without getting nauseous? Too bad!

Want to be able to digest food properly, and have all your organs work the way they’re supposed to? Nope! Sucker.

Want to be able to think clearly, and not be in pain? Hahahahahaha No.

And then there’s the doctors. When you’re sick, you sort of wander around the doctor’s office in a haze, going wherever they tell you to go, because you’re too tired and confused to do much else. You sit in the lab chairs they tell you too, you offer your arm, and let some random person collapse your veins 5 times before they get a result.

And it’s freezing, and unfamiliar, and you really really, don’t want to be there, but you have to be if you want to get better. So you stay. It’s a strange sort of consensual non-consent.

And it’s a terrifying loss of control.

With body modifications, it’s exact opposite. It’s all about you, and exactly what you want to happen.

You can be picky. So picky. You could spend a year researching tattoo artists, until you find the exact right one. You can obsessively check sanitation credentials. You can find an environment that serves tea, and is warm, and has soothing sage green walls, where they tell you to breathe deeply and talk calmly to you before shoving needles through your ears.

There are options, and they are all yours.

So last week, after a year full of blood draws and IV’s in cold white rooms, I chose a piercer, did my research, and took control, in one small way, of what would happen to my body that day.

This person’s got the right of it. Don’t forget that taking control of your body in small ways like this is a way to practice self-care!