He sent you a gif of Shia LaBoeuf crying and told you he’s going through a lot right now.
I continue to suspend the reality that inspirational quotes trend towards the cloying and the cliché, earnestly hoping that their repetition will pay off.
Do you roil at the thought of Kim’s fame-ass? Make fun of those who dare to dabble in taking pictures of their own, imperfect façade? Take a moment—lay back on a couch, perhaps, therapy-session style—and think honestly about why that might be.
Inspired by the brilliant Meh List published every week in The Sunday Magazine of The New York Times, I thought I’d start crafting my own, in a similar spirit to the Dear Diary posts.
Falling out of love is not the doorway to anorexia, and falling into it will not save you. When we belittle and sentimentalize it, as this Thought Catalog piece does, we make it more difficult for people to overcome.
These lists are fashion content at its worst: regurgitated “guidance” with roots that should be more at home sometime around 1950.
“Write normcore on a post it note and have someone shit on it. Call it art.” Sorry if you’ve been holding your breath, but my self-directed-real-talk is BACK, and it’s pretty extensive to make up for lost time.
Fangirls continue to fawn over the fashion world’s continuous stream of unhealthy figures, seemingly in denial that a good 90% of these bodies are formed via illness, or worse…well aware and not the least bit alarmed.