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🌸 Thinspo 🌸
autumn thinspo is being and looking rail thin underneath layers of clothing. t shirts are loose, baggy jumpers and long cardigans hang off you. your legs look long and elegant in your black skinny jeans and boots. you tuck your long hair into your sweatshirts and hoodies, and your pronounced cheekbones poke out below the beanie you’re wearing.
no one ever says anything about stretchmarks that aren’t small, white and thin and on butts and hips and thighs (”lightning bolt tattoos”) so here’s a post for the people who have stretchmarks that are huge, my girls/boys/non binary peeps who have stretchmarks that are angry red and purple and gaping, my babes who have stretchmarks on their backs, their boobs, under their arms, etc. I’m here for the cuties with stretchmarks that aren’t typical and are never talked about. They’re cute!!! Y’all are beautiful and so are your stretchmarks!!! idk how to end this bye nya’ll
Being thin does not legitimize a blogger’s dietary advice.
Being ripped does not legitimize an insta-celebrity’s gym plan.
Do not pay money for health care just because you think that a blogger looks the part. You deserve to put your health in the hands of professionals who have experience and verified knowledge.
Demand education and information, not just aesthetics.
If you are posting pictures of extremely underweight bodies, sharing tips on how to get skinny and how to “savely starve,” you are a proana blog.
It’s not your “safe space.” If you want to do all of this in a “safe space,” make your blog private.
If you are reblogging things about how to eat as little as possible, you are promoting dangerous and disordered eating. The mental gymnastics I see on here are ridiculous.
for a year I worked my ass off losing weight
I’ve struggled
I’ve cried
I almost gave up a handful of times
and now that I’m almost at my ugw, I can honestly say with full sincerity
literally nothing feels better than finally being happy with your body
the taste of victory from watching your weight go down on the scale
from clothes being too big
from fitting into your skinny friend’s clothes and being able to borrow anything
from just being treated better by everyone because society is fucked up and treats skinny people better
it is euphoric.
don’t give up because god it is worth it in the end.
Believe it or not, you were not put on this planet just for the sole purpose of having a thigh gap, visible collar bones, and a flat stomach.
ok but like shout out to all my girls with skin conditions like eczema or acne or keratosis pilaris, etc. society paints such a false picture of women as having perfectly clear and soft skin and like….that ain’t true. so many of us have bumps and scars and dryness and redness and no matter what we do it won’t go away. but yall are perfect okay like believe me i still don’t love my skin but its so Wrong that we hate ourselves so much for something so trivial. you’re beautiful okay and so is your skin i love u.
I just want to start by saying I’m proud of you. Just remember, you CAN lift some heavy ass weight, you deserve just as much of a place in the weight room as the other guys. You’re taking a huge step, and don’t let anyone tell you lifting weights will make you look “manish” or won’t help with your goals at all. Know something? You might not lose weight if you start lifting weights. Know what you will lose? Fat. Know what else you will gain? A firm, slender, figure. Just remember, the stronger you get, the better you will look. You may be the only girl in the gym and that’s OKAY. I know you might think everyone is judging you but I promise everyone else just wants to focus on their own workout. Keep at it, and soon others will look up to you in the gym.
I’m talking from experience-I’ve been lifting weights on and off for about 4 years now. I was about 16 when I started lifting, yet still looked like my chubby middle school self. My mom bought herself a book about weightlifting for women, and I started following the plan outlined in her book. I was SO self conscious when I started, I’d only lift light dumbbells in my living room while I watched Netflix. But I kept at it and soon I got stronger and stronger and I could see my body change more and more. I kept at it for about two years until I got to college. I missed weight lifting but I was too scared to go lift in the weight room, I thought everyone would think I didn’t know what I was doing. I lost all the progress I had made in two years and even put on some extra weight. Finally towards the end of my first semester I started going to the school gym again and frankly it was terrifying. I was the only girl there and I felt like I was going everything wrong. But I kept at it, I got stronger and more fit and I made some great friends along the way. I’m a junior in college now and I’m in the best shape of my life, I’m friends with the “big scary” muscular guys I would have never talked to as a freshman. I would have never gotten to this point had I not faced my fears about the gym and lifting weights.
PLEASE don’t let anyone tell you you’re going to look Manish or bulky if you lift weights. Don’t let anyone tell you lifting heavy weights are for guys only. Don’t let anyone harass you for being the only girl in the weight room. Women need to make weightlifting the new norm. If anyone here EVER has questions or concerns about lifting please let me help you. My ask is open and nothing makes me feel better than helping a newcomer in the weight room. I know you might get a lot of shit for starting in January but just keep at it, I believe in you.
Another advice for girls and young women: love and sex is supposed to be fun, happy and make your life better. If it’s not, if it’s making you miserable, if it’s making you love yourself less, if it’s making you doubt yourself, and if you feel like you have to sacrifice yourself or put up with things you don’t want to, you are absolutely entitled to throw it out from your life. In fact, you should, because your life is so, so valuable and you have the right to be happy. Being a girl does not mean having to accept misery and pain, even if that’s what we’re often taught. You are allowed to decide what comes into your life. Let it be happy and beautiful.