Important, always-relevant comic done by the wonderful Ursa Eyer.


I hate when men tell me to smile. I find thinking about ripping their penis off with your teeth produces a smile that frightens them.





Did you ever realize how much your body loves you? It’s always trying to keep you alive. It’s making sure you breathe while you sleep, stopping cuts from bleeding, fixing broken bones, finding ways to beat the illnesses that might get you. Your body literally loves you so much. It’s time you start loving it back.

(Source: depressed--equestrian, via freefrommychains)


The eating disorder monster is a sneaky asshole.

This morning I got up early to get ready for spin. First time I’ve gone in 2 weeks, unlike when I’m feeling better and less ed-y and I go 2x a week happily. And I’m in my lululemon pants my college roommate bought me at the gala I went with her to (where I felt fat) and today I know I’m larger than I was then and I am all in my head. My boobs are bigger now, because of hormones and the slight increase in my weight I can feel but don’t know the number of because #treatment, and I see them in my purple tye-dye sports bra and I feel disgusting (isn’t that funny? Aren’t we supposed to like boobs? Not me. I want nothing. Nothing, Ed says, is thin). 

And there he is, my almost 30 year old love, and he looks all sexy in his white t-shirt in our bed and he reaches out to me to pull me in. We do this. I get ready for the day, he sleeps in, he reaches to me and pulls me in and I flop on top of him and nuzzle into his neck and we steal a few more minutes of the day. I like how we feel together (when Ed is not in control). It’s one of my favorite parts of the day. 

But this morning he reaches for me and I pull back. You’re too fat, Ed says. Think about all the crap you’ve eaten this week. You are disgusting, living on ice cream and cookies and over eating and sneaking small bites of fudge you disgusting person. You can’t let him know how big you are. Don’t go to him. I take a breath. 

Last night he came to bed later, and I’m all not sober and had eaten ice cream and 2 big cookies after dinner and I got up and ate some wheat thins and came back to bed and he comes into the bed and he tries to pull me towards him to cuddle and I pretend I’m super asleep because I don’t want him to feel my bloated stomach. We don’t touch much this week because I won’t let him. You’re disgusting, ed whispers. 

This morning I took a deep breath, sucked in and laid on him for a minute before I left. And that’s how we spent the last morning of his 20’s. Me not present because Ed wouldn’t let me be. And I let ed control me. 

Ed doesn’t want me to enjoy myself. Sometimes the lack of extreme impulses makes me think I’m okay and I’m ed-free and just a disgusting human. But this morning as I sat in spin and couldn’t turn up the resistance much because Ed kept telling me to leave class "this is triggering you!" Ed says and also it was telling me to not eat anything after spin so I could make the exercise worth my while and then I heard the voice. There’s no grey ground for Ed. Ed will do anything it can to make me hate myself. And, lucky me, my Ed has lots of variations. Oh, no, I’m gone, Ed says. You WANT to stop eating gluten. You SHOULD eat that cookie instead of a nutritious breakfast. YOU FAT BITCH. NO FOOD FOR YOU YOU ARE A DISGUSTING PERSON HOW COULD YOU HAVE EATEN THAT. And then I’m at work (where everyone is dieting all the time) and I feel torn and mixed up and Ed has integrated his voice right back into mine and I didn’t even notice. I thought it was me. Nope.

Ed wants me to do things so that I won’t enjoy. So I can’t focus on my work. So I spend hours researching Agave Syrup vs. Honey vs. Almond butter vs. peanut butter and gluten free and all the diets in the world and no you can’t walk in the middle aisles of the grocery store or eat anything that has seasoning or anything at all nope you have to get rid of all of it or else it’s not even worth it and you should just subsist on things that make you feel sick. So when he reaches to me, on the last day of his 20’s, I can’t enjoy his lovely face and the puppies hopping to get in the bed with us and how lucky I am to be in love and have the ability to go to spin and go to bridal showers and drink nice wine. No. Ed tells me to drink ALL THE WINE. If you get drunk, you won’t notice me! So I do and I eat more and I feel disgusting.

So fuck you, Ed. You snuck back in for a hot second. You can go fuck yourself. When I went to treatment, I remember this moment right before where I went for an hour walk with my dad and heard not one word he said because I was obsessing over calories and my body and how it moved. ANd this morning was similar. You didn’t get in fully. You disguised yourself as my voice for a miunte. You’re good at that, Ed. I forgot because it’s been 2 years since you owned me fully. But I hear you now. And I know it’s going to be tough and difficult to get back on track, but I’m not doing anything drastic. I’m going to stop doing what you tell me. And I’m taking my life back. You don’t get to have it. It’s mine and I want it. 

I want to flop on my love on the last day of his 20’s and not think about my body. That’s the thing when I’m eating well without restrictions for ME, not ed. I have good instincts. My body feels good (and no, I don’t eat “clean” or whatever. I eat in moderation but food is food) and I can live my life. Ed doesn’t want that. But I do. I’m reclaiming my mind. Ed doesn’t get it for one more year. You had me for a decade. I missed years because of you. I want these years now and I’m back and I’m fighting you fucker. And I will win. 

So even though I’m up a size from last summer, I’m still in a 2 piece and life is still wonderful. I’ll be a 6/8 if it means I can relax around food and alcohol. Plus, the boy loves my new strange for me but thrilling for him lady curves in the boob area. 

So although I’m mean to myself sometimes, today I feel centered. Life is bigger than a size 4. And god damn, if I’m not living it. Fuck you eating disorder. I am winning.

So even though I’m up a size from last summer, I’m still in a 2 piece and life is still wonderful. I’ll be a 6/8 if it means I can relax around food and alcohol. Plus, the boy loves my new strange for me but thrilling for him lady curves in the boob area.

So although I’m mean to myself sometimes, today I feel centered. Life is bigger than a size 4. And god damn, if I’m not living it. Fuck you eating disorder. I am winning.


I hope we all find that person



who looks at us


the way Kristen Bell


looks at sloths.

(via mishguo)


Everything you love is here


Everything you love is here

(Source:, via holymatriarchy)

"I’m so tired of saying ‘no’ and waking up in the morning and recalling every single thing I ate the day before - counting every calorie I consumed so I know exactly how much self-loathing to take into the shower. I’m going for it. I have no interest in being obese. I’m just through with the guilt. So this is what I’m going to do - I’m going to finish this pizza, and then we are going to go watch the soccer game. And tomorrow we are going to go on a little date and buy ourselves some bigger jeans."

— Eat, Pray, Love (via lac3ysg0n3withguilt)

(via cheflauren)


I am chipped nail polish,
I am stretch marks.
I have a body that moves with the sun,
rises and falls.
My heart has deep tremors
that shake a loosened core.

If you promise to love
my imperfections,
I promise to love yours.


Michelle K., Promise to Love. (via michellekpoems)


I keep getting a few people asking me about yoga, and not knowing where to start so i thought id make a list of all the youtube videos i used when i started doing yoga
Morning Yoga for Flexibility
De-stress Yoga
Yoga for Inspiration
Yoga for Geting Out Of Your Own Way
Strength Building Yoga
Strength: Abs Buns and Thighs
Weight Loss: Strong Abs
Before Bed Time Yoga
Loosen up the Hips with Tara Stiles
Yoga to Open the Hips and Back
Weight Loss: Work those hips!
Get Strong & Sexy Shoulders, Arms and Back!
Yoga for a Strong Core
If you want to challenge yourself!
Tara Stiles: Yoga Weight Loss & Balance Workout
Yoga Flow 201 | 32 minutes | Twist Focus
Yoga Flow 202 | 30 minutes | Fat Burning
Yoga 101 | 30 minutes | Easy Beginner Practice
Yoga Flow 301 | 50 minutes | Well Rounded Practice
YOGA WITH LES: Intermediate Vinyasa
Yoga Quickie!! Balance Focus 21 minutes
Power Yoga for Strength
Youtube Channels worth subscribing to
Tara Stiles
Yoga Today
Sadie Nardini
Ekhart Yoga
Bryan & Rob’s Yoga & Workout Videos
Do Yoga With Me
Books worth reading

The Women’s Health Big Book of Yoga: The Essential Guide to Complete Mind/Body Fitness
Slim Calm Sexy Yoga: 210 Proven Yoga Moves for Mind/Body Bliss
Yoga Cures: Simple Routines to Conquer More Than 50 Common Ailments and Live Pain-Free
Sites to visit


I’m happy to answer any other questions anyone might have

Bad blogging me! This is yesterday’s post about Wednesday :)

I didn’t blog yesterday because I was off having happy hour then therapy then listening to music and reading Elizabeth Smart’s memoir on my phone (I miss my kindle) and then bed at 10:15 #likeanadult.

But yesterday was okay. I think good? I don’t know. Sometimes food tracking is stressful because I doubt myself. I wonder when that will go away? I think I may email my nutritionist the last few food records so I can double check…I can’t wait for a day when I just eat intuitively.

I went to spin yesterday in the morning and it kicked. My. Ass. I don’t know if it’s because I took a 5 day break? Or just because I’m getting into it? Or because it’s early and I haven’t figured out the appropriate thing to eat beforehand (another thing I should check with my nutritionist)? But it’s fun.

I love the women I work with, but sometimes when they talk about food and shit it is triggering. Yesterday around lunch time they started talking about cleanses and processed foods and good and bad foods and good and bad exercise and how bodies should be sore after you exercise, so sore it’s hard to move, and all this shit. One woman was asking if it was normal to obsess over food in the office (one of our co-workers brought in chocolate covered pretzels and peanut and chocolate trail mix). And so she asked, “Like, do you guys do that? Is this normal? To like look at the pretzels and constantly think like, ‘Go get a pretzel. That’s fine. Do it. It’s not a big deal. NO DON’T GET A PRETZEL! YOU ARE FAT’ is that normal?” and in my head I’m all, no that’s disordered and not normal and I get it and you don’t have to suffer like this, but I didn’t say anything and our other co-worker was like ‘Yeah, that’s normal. Everyone’s like that about something….sugar, processed food, shoes….” Which I absolutely disagree with but I think speaks to our disordered culture because everyone was like YUP to that (except for the older woman in front of me who is a mother and just is quiet, maybe because she’s working or because, like me, she is thinking “YOU GUYS LIFE IS TOO SHORT FOR THIS KIND OF OBSESSION OMG”. Or is just tuning out. Who knows.

Anyway today started well, tomorrow I have spin again, and things will carry on. I DID go to happy hour yesterday.