Oh Zoro... It Explains Soooooo Much!

Oh Zoro... It explains soooooo much!

Hello! I'm new to this whole blogging thing. I've been lurking around for a while but I thought I might finally give it a try instead of just liking and reblogging occasionally.

A little backstory-I just got out of a long relationship where I was mentally, emotionally and socially abused by someone I loved and that I thought loved me back. Over the course of 10 years, I have been systematically torn down, isolated from my friends and family and made to feel that my only worthwhile task in life was to constantly cater to someone else's needs and wants. It was a very gradual spiral, so much so that I didn't even notice! Every facet of my life was so controlled that my only escape was work and even then I had a cell phone tether. I had to lock myself in the bathroom at home or sneak out my phone at work just to be able to have a little bit of time to read fanfiction and quickly browse through Tumblr. Hence the lurking. Lol.

The Zosan community and several writers (especially one in particular-you know who you are!) kept me sane and made me realize that a relationship or another person should never define you. They gave me the courage to finally stand up and yell at the top of my lungs "Enough!!!"

My counselor recently asked me what I like to do and I honestly couldn't answer the question. I could tell you everything that my ex liked to do but nothing about myself.

My homework was to go home and find out what matters to me. Just me-not my friends, not my family and most definitely not my ex. It was the hardest thing I've done in a long, long time.

Needless to say it feels amazing to have the ability to go out and do what I want whenever I want. Not saying that I am actually going out but it's nice to have the option if I so chose. =D

When I was younger, freedom was something I took for granted. I used to stay up all night reading and writing fanfiction, going out clubbing with friends, hanging out with my family and loving life in general. Now in my mid-thirties, I find myself alone for the first time; a shadow of the outgoing, independant and carefree person I used to be with no fucking clue as to what I even enjoy doing. Makes me cry just thinking about it.

It's going to be a long journey but I believe I am ready for it.

Anyways, thanks for listening (reading) and if (when!) I find something I love to do, I'll be sure to let you know.

Omg-best ever! I have the whole Zorro series on DVD. Lol.

His Name Is Zoro  

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I agree- most companies are more worried about image than profits. There is an entirely underserved market out there for big women that want to look cute in the latest styles. I also wish that they'd come up with a uniform sizing system for women. I mean WTF??? What do you mean I'm a 12-14 at old Navy but I'm an 18-20 at wet seal? !?! WTF?!?! I love the comment about buying a gift- I'm telling my friend about that one. She had the same experience at dress barn.

I realize thin privilege exists, but it seems like a lot of posts here are about clothes. Doesn't it just make economic sense to only carry small amounts of plus sized lines? Can we expect businesses to lose money in an attempt to not discriminate? And if so why? Really not trying to be a troll, just genuinely curious.

There is a fucking enormous untapped market here. “Plus size” starts at size 14 in the US, which is the average size of women in the US. Does that sound like they’d be losing money? Do you really think that so many fat people complaining about not being able to find clothes means that there’s somehow no money to be made? Specialist plus-size stores are able to charge 2-3x as much as similar straight size clothes; does that sound like there’s no money to be made?

Look, we’ve answered this many, many, MANY times. Go search the archives. FFS.

-MG

Found this in a magazine on an airplane. Awesome story!

The Horrifying Touchy Feely Bible Camp Staff.

Lmao! For some reason now I have this uncontrollable urge to start singing creepy rock hymns while staring longingly at tween campers....

WHAT IS YOUR SUPERVILLAIN NAME?