Living healthy with the Lord
19. Kansas.
  • unskinny:

    Stop apologizing for the things you enjoy eating.

    Stop apologizing for the things you enjoy wearing.

    Stop apologizing for how you prefer to spend your day.

    Stop apologizing for the things that make you happy.

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    My mom said, you put so much of yourself online. These strangers know too much about you. Stop giving to these people. Why don’t you keep your secrets to yourself? Then they’d mean more when you told them.

    My aunt said, girls, you want to keep some parts of yourself hidden. don’t go out showing too much skin. Boys don’t want to marry girls who they’ve already seen. I was thirteen, sitting quietly in a knee length dress that had been picked out for me, as I listened to women around me chat about modesty. My cousin touched my covered shoulder and laughed, Why would someone buy the cake if they could get it for free?

    Three years later, I sat in the back of his parent’s car, topless and covered in his sweat. I was steaming up the windows by spilling my guts. I told him stories about sucking in the scenery from an airplane window before I moved. I told him about running out the back door at a party and shakily skate boarding to a golf course to breathe. I told him about spending an afternoon rolling down a grass hill, looking for a way to waste time. I was trying to tell him I loved him without saying it outright. He looked out the window, nodded at me, and said, “How many others know these things about you? I mean, you’re sweet, but are these things you’re just telling me?”

    I have been taught to save parts of myself for others. My thoughts, they say, mean more when they are unvocalized. My body, I’ve been taught, is a greater gift when I keep it hidden away. I am better swallowed, kept apart, not listened to, not shared, not publicized, stuck in the shadows, invisible, forgotten. I have learned to sit down, stay quiet, and always cross my legs. I have learned how to speak only when spoken to. I know how to be silent. I know how to be sweet. I have had extensive lessons in both. But I do not know how to be me.

    Saving Myself | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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  • "I want to be in a relationship where you telling me you love me is just a ceremonious validation of what you already show me."
    Steve MaraboliLife, the Truth, and Being Free (via feellng)

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  • "Does he or she lead you to Christ? Or do they lead you to themselves. Do you fall in love with Jesus when you are with them? Or do you fall in love with them. It’s so easy to make that special someone your top prize, but when it comes to another heart, they cannot be what you are striving for; they can only help you get there."
    T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)

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  • "I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again."
    Allie Brosh, Hyperbole and a Half (via hopelesslyhealing)

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  • "When you find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will stand in front of you when other’s cast stones, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who will hold your hand when your sick, who thinks your pretty without makeup, the one who turns to his friends and say, ‘that’s her’, the one that would bear your rejection because losing you means losing his will to live, who kisses you when you screw up, watches the stars and names one for you and will hold and rock that baby for hours so you can sleep… marry him all over again."
    Shannon L. Alder (via feellng)

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