MY CITY GOT A NEW STREETCAR SYSTEM AND IM SCREAMING AT THIS HEADLINE
it gets better as you read the article omg
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- You’re worth more then gold
- Do you think you’re the only one who feels this way
- Darling, you’ll be ok
- One day you’ll be free
- Kid you’re a cut above the rest
- You’re to good to let them hold you down
-As long as you’re willing there is always hope
-We all fall down sometimes
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Please do not ever do this to your child.
This is a weight loss contract using money towards my college fund as an incentive. My dad gave it to me when I was 16. At that point I was probably a good 30-40 pounds under my highest weight.
One morning I walked downstairs for breakfast and it was folded up in an envelope with my name on it, waiting for me at my place at the table.
Basically, my parents wanted me to bet on my ability to lose weight.
I can’t even describe how absolutely crushed I was as I read this piece of paper for the first time. It didn’t motivate me at it. It made me want to starve myself until I reached a weight that my parents decided was acceptable. It told me that my parents were willing to literally PAY me to lose weight and stop being their fat daughter. The thought of my parents watching every little thing I put in my mouth and standing over me as I weighed myself sent my anxiety through the roof.
If you’re concerned about your child’s weight, this is NOT the way to tell them. I never mentioned this “contract” to my parents, and they never asked about it.
Instead I dove head first into a cycle of binging and restricting for 3 years. Even though thoughts of food and calories took over my life, I was determined to never let on that I was concerned about my weight. I didn’t want them to know that what they thought mattered to me. To this day, any comment from either one of them about my body or what I’m eating or how I look sounds negative and hurtful to me, regardless of their intentions.
It’s unbelievable how incredibly hurtful this piece of paper still is today, almost 6 years later. I happened to find it in a stack of my old things at my parents house a couple of minutes ago, and it still made me cry. I’ve come so far from where I was a couple of years ago, struggling with disordered eating. And yet seeing this again makes me never want to eat again.
Edit: Reading through this again, I realize how negative I left it. I will never return to disordered eating ever again, I rarely experience those kinds of feelings anymore.
I’m so much happier now than I was even 2 years ago. I accept and love my body, and my only goal is to make it the strongest and healthiest it can be. I stopped working out so that I could eat and started eating so that I could fuel my workouts. Regardless of the setbacks you’ve experienced in your life, there’s always hope. Keep moving forward towards your goals. You CAN achieve them.
So. This is my girlfriend. She’s 16, and very beautiful.
She has an accent that makes her English sound slurred. I’ll be on the phone with her while she’s downtown, and hear other guys riding bikes by her mocking her. People laugh at her when she speaks in class. She was rejected by every guy that she’s asked out because of it, and they’ve told her that her voice is why she wasn’t good enough. People pretend to ignore her. They call her “it” and “the creeper”
She was sexually abused for three and a half years of her life. Her family did nothing. She told her father and he yelled at her telling her that she wanted it and disgraced her whole family. She had two best friends growing up. Only two. They found out. They, to this very day, call her a bitch, a dirty hoe and a whore. People make facebook statuses about hoping she gets beat and raped with things just as “acid covered broken, std carrying dildos.” These statuses get 35+ likes and 80+ comments each. Comments such as “I hope she reads this and kills herself.” She does. She reads all of them.
My girlfriend is suicidal. Wants to be loved. She believes that she’s not pretty, not good enough. She cuts her arms, not just wrists. Tells people, they do nothing. Her dad asks her if she starves herself, she says no, and he screams at her saying that she is so hypersensitive, immature and that all of those ‘disorders’ come from craving attention.
This is my girlfriend. She loves children, she would do anything to protect them. She will forgive you no matter what you’ve done. She has everyones back. She makes brownies for her class, even though she knows they think less of her. She always smiles, and she is there for you whenever you need someone, even if you aren’t for her. She squeals when she’s excited and laughs everyday. Is very smart. Always raises her hand in class, even though she knows they will make fun. Waves at everyone. Inside she’s broken.
This is why I hate Society. I’m not sorry for this, and will reblog forever.
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people be like “burt hummel is the best parent on glee!!”
i’m sorry i think u spelled carole hudson wrong
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