tangledupinlace:

I’ve got to play a raucous game of Banagrams and eat some ice cream, so I’ll make this short. 

Those intense feelings of anger and upset you feel when you think about how visible my fat body is in that outfit picture, are not, and will never be about, your concern about my quality of life or my ability to suck the world dry of resources in order to sustain this offensive lifestyle you’ve assumed I have.

Those feelings are about you and the suffocating reality of self loathing. Its a dark place to be in and I am not mad at you

Take a good look at how you and I live and love. Understand that I was in your shoes once in my life too and then remind yourself that your words don’t mean enough to me to change. 

I’m living the life over here. I just got fucked into the mattress by the stallion in the sheets that I married after a delicious meal in a warm house.

If you were here I’d give you a hug and talk it out, but alas you’re just a fuckload of sad messages.

Its okay to be afraid, but you’re strong enough to choose a better life

You’re my hero. I am just in constant awe of your grace and maturity and inner and outer beauty.