Somewhere along the line, we stopped trusting our bodies. Moms stopped trusting their children to know when they were full and created the “clean your plate” generation. This could be the reason why we have to rely on numbers. Numbers on the scale, numbers in calories, number of push ups to counter the number of slices or scoops. Our bodies are alien planets to us and these numbers serve poorly as a map for us to understand it.
If we could re-learn the art of listening and responding to our body’s cues, we could start detangling the messages and stimuli around us. Food ads and stressors lead us to food just for the sake of consumption, but there are actual messages that our bodies give us to tell us when we’re hungry, thirsty, needing fresh nutrition, ready to stop.
I believe the act of trusting our bodies would cause the consumption of smaller portions, eating more often, eating just enough to curb hunger and eating a larger variety to satisfy our body’s need for a wide range of nutrients.
No numbers needed. — (via biglovelittlehouse)
Feminism has fought no wars. It has killed no opponents. It has set up no concentration camps, starved no enemies, practiced no cruelties. Its battles have been for education, for the vote, for better working conditions, for safety in the streets, for child care, for social welfare, for rape crisis centres, women’s refuges, reforms in the law. If someone says, ‘Oh, I’m not a feminist’, I ask, ‘Why? What’s your problem?’ —
Dale Spender, Man Made Language. (via dumbledoreisabamf)
I do know that some people have legitimate dislike for the term, and I accept that. But still. Yeah. This.
(Source: uowfreeschool, via heretichusband)
Look, I made a gif of this most awesome wizard at the Leaky Cauldron!
DUDE IS READING ‘A BRIEF HISTORY OF TIME’ BY STEPHEN HAWKING
I NEVER REALIZED
are you serious
I always assumed wizards just ignored science, because the fact that “magic” exists, can explain anything. But there are MuggleBorn wizards, ones who, until they were eleven, lived in the real world and learned science and things. Did they all just abandon that normal, muggle knowledge, like Harry did? It’s always been there, itching in the back of my mind.
FOUR FOR YOU SCIENCE WIZARD
YOU GO SCIENCE WIZARD
can we point out that he’s doing wandless magic too
like voldemort couldnt even do that shit
molly fuckin weasley couldnt fuckin do that
who are you
pretty sure this whole series has been about the wrong wizard guys
Plot Twist: He is able to do wandless magic because his comprehensive understanding of quantum physics means that he is the only wizard/witch to actually understand how magic works.
You could not possibly understand how happy this makes me.
I have hope for the wizarding world again.
And to top all that off… he’s also Ian Brown, lead singer of the Stone Roses
No but seriously
Forgive my fingers
for when they find your body
they will lose themselves. — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
All About Male Privilege: tw abuse -
people seriously think that you can just leave an abusive relationship, like walk out and it’s over
let’s talk about how one-third of women murdered every year are by an intimate partner. let’s talk about how a woman leaving her batterer is seventy-five percent more likely to be killed.
And it takes the average person at least 6 tries to leave an abusive relationship. Tries as in get up, pack your shit, walk out of the door and find somewhere else to stay. Not “I’m going to leave them this time”. It’s not easy to leave, but it is worth it.
Exactly. I packed my shit and fled at least a dozen times before I got out for good. And even after I’d moved back home with my parents, over 350 miles away, my ex waited until they went on holiday and then he turned up on my doorstep.
Followers, if you ever want to talk about domestic abuse, I am here for you. I will not judge you. I have been there and I understand.
Never, ever, EVER fucking ask “Why doesn’t she leave?” The average is actually 7 attempts, by the way. So the real question is, “Why won’t he let her leave?”
This is how Sherlock “plays” with his toys. #lover #notafighter
Women are afraid of meeting a serial killer. Men are afraid of meeting someone fat. —
When Strangers Click, a 2011 documentary about online dating.
It reminds me of that famous Margaret Atwood quote: “Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them.” It also reminds me of something written by one of the mods of Sex Worker Problems: “Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
I mean, it’s just true.
“Misandry irritates. Misogyny kills.”
That’s it. That’s it right there.
Good to know that I’m some men’s worst nightmare come true.
Street harassment is not a compliment.
I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. Like a five-year-old, I want to close my eyes, stick my fingers in my ears, stomp my feet on the floor and scream “No! No, you cannot make me, I won’t, leave me alone!” I am, simply put, too tired. So very, very tired.
I am tired of fighting with my friends. I am tired of arguing that someone groping and slapping my butt isn’t “what I have to expect”, just because I’m at a bar, and the one attacking my butt has a drink in the other hand. I am tired of hearing “boys will be boys” and “when you’re dressed like that …” and “that’s just what guys do”. I am tired of trying to drown those sentiments in loud, repetitive no’s, screamed over and over again, till my throat is sore and my voice weak – just to hear them repeated, as soon as exhaustion threatens to silence me.
I am tired of being afraid. I am tired of seeing someone writing something offensive, sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, somewhere online. I am tired of seeing those writings getting likes and lol’s, and SO TRUE’s. I am tired of being consumed by confusion and anger, typing, typing, typing and typing a seemingly endless response, including research, links and statistics, and then hesitate clicking “submit”. I am tired of knowing that I hesitate because I am afraid of the flood of responses that will come. I am tired of knowing that I will be bombarded with lighten up’s, stop whining’s and get a sense of humor’s for so long, that I will start to wonder if I am indeed wound up too tight, a nagger and humorless. I am tired of the fact that I’m afraid of being called a cunt, even though I don’t find genitalia insulting or demeaning. — I don’t want to be a feminist anymore. (via gingerrqueer)