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The whole self love thing is good and all but some people can’t fathom being loved. They can’t imagine there being anything good about them. So they can’t simply just stop doing unhealthy things, there’s a process.

The soundtrack of my life lately as I’m processing my break-up, battling my latest self-image issues and searching for reasons to live:

Hits Different by Taylor Swift

I Almost Do by Taylor Swift

What Was I Made For? by Billie Eilish

Death By A Thousand Cuts by Taylor Swift

Moon by Reneé Rapp

Milk Drink (Pokemon Inspired Spell)

A drinkable spell to help promote beauty and improve one’s self image.

You will Need:

Milk or Milk substitute

Rose tea or water

honey or sugar

Steps:

Take your milk and warm it up, but do not boil it. 

Now in the milk mix in a small amount of rose water or rose tea until you are satisfied with the flavor

Take a spoonful of honey or sugar and stir it clockwise into your warm milk chanting. “Milk drink, bring me beauty” as many times as you feel necessary

Find a comfortable place to sit and sip your drink. Breathe in the aroma and focus on the taste and how it will awaken your own inner beauty. Visualize yourself in a positive light and lovely.

Once done with drink wash cup and spoon and let it air dry and go about your day.

Fat Clothes and Muscle:Fat Ratio

I’m realizing that I enjoy wearing clothes that are more form-fitting, especially tops. They seem to accentuate my size without making me feel like a slob. At work, I find myself enjoying how my shirt fits to my stomach. The shirt is size M, and it still fits fine, but it stretches out a bit nowadays because of my gut. And my gut feels more prominent when I wear it. I work on a farm. My daily outfit is a pair of blue Dickies® pants, an old t-shirt, a baseball cap, and some leather work boots. I feel ruggedly handsome while at work. And I feel like my (slowly expanding) gut enhances that self-image of being a strong/stacked/stocky/strapping young man. But I also want to balance the fat with some more muscle. Maybe I should be more intentional about lifting...

Why do I believe that I can't?

Lately, I've struggled with self-discipline and unhealthy habits. I asked myself: why do I believe that I can't?

Why do I believe that I cannot eat healthy, adhere to a schedule, and follow my exercise regimen?

Technically, I know I can: I used to do all this, and more. But in practice, I haven't been able to make myself reach the same heights.

So, why do I believe that I can't?

Maybe it's because I've let past failures weigh me down, convincing me that success is just out of reach. Maybe I've been too harsh with myself, letting negative self-talk dictate my actions—or lack thereof.

I compare myself to who I was at my peak or to others who seem to have it all together, and I feel like I fall short.

The fear of failing again looms large, making it easier to avoid trying altogether. Sometimes, it feels like perfection is the only acceptable outcome, and anything less means I shouldn't even bother.

It’s as if I’ve internalized every critical voice from my past, telling me I’m not good enough.

But here's the thing: I know these beliefs aren't truths—they're just stories I've been telling myself. And just like any story, they can be rewritten.

It’s not about being perfect; it’s about showing up, even when it’s hard. It’s about recognizing that setbacks don’t define me and that I have the power to challenge these thoughts.

I’m reminding myself that growth comes from the effort, not just the outcome.

I’m working on being kinder to myself, on breaking free from the fear of imperfection, and on celebrating small victories along the way.

Because deep down, I know I can do this. I’ve done it before, and I’ll do it again—one step, one choice at a time.

Easy to spot in the field by their long limbs and generally self-conscious demeanour, Gangly Blue Herons tower over their multitudinous cousins. Exploited by other ornithoids for their remarkable reach, these elongated birds are often consumed by body image issues as their daily lives rarely bring them into regular contact with other birds of similar stature. This lack of representation engrains a warped standard of beauty, making it much more difficult for these birds to love their own bodies.

Repeat after me. No matter what, I love my body. My muscles and nerves. Skin and Skelton. I love my body. I love the warmth of the sunlight on my shoulders. I love the way the water washes over it. I love my body. I love how it helps me express myself through voice, tears, movement, smiles and touch. I love my body. I love the sexual energy in my body. I love the heat between my thighs. I love to kiss and make love. I love my body. I love waking up and stretching all the tired muscles. I love to run, walk, climb and dance. I love my body.

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sn❄️w day

yes there were outfit changes

Things about boobs that everyone should know

Because I just keep finding out people don't know these things!

Most boobs "sag."

Actually, on that note: very very few people have the stereotypically perfect breasts that are round and perky and don't touch your ribcage/belly. Here is an entire gallery of non-sexualized, perfectly normal breasts. Here is another one, but in one image. There's an incredible range of size and shape!

Also related: very few people fit those molded foam-cup bras. Because very few people have a boob that shape. "Then why are those kinds of bras everywhere??" Because they're cheap to make and they hide your nipples.

Your "armpit fat" is probably not armpit fat. It is probably your tail of spence, and you have lymph nodes there. Some people have a bigger or smaller tail of spence, and it has very little to do with how fat you are or how big your boobs are. (Some bras can press on it or pinch it uncomfortably, like balconettes.)

When you lie on your back, your boobs will go into your armpits. That is true of EVERYONE WITH BOOBS, with the exception of some implants. Boobs are squishy! This also means that like, lying on your side will cause them to flop over. If that's uncomfortable when you're trying to sleep, there is such a thing as "sleep bras."

Lots of people's boobs get bigger and/or painful before their period starts. Some people gain an entire cup size every month.

Whether or not you wear bras has no effect on "sagging." The one "study" on this that was written about everywhere extremely badly done. The one exception: If you do the kind of exercise that has you jumping around/jogging a lot, and you don't wear a supportive-enough bra, it's possible you can injure the cooper's ligaments. But also: that would hurt, a lot.

Bras also have no effect on whether you get breast cancer.

Everyone has one boob that's bigger than the other. It's just a matter of degree.

The size of your boobs has nothing to do with whether or not you've had sex???? I'm stunned that there are people that believe this, but I've heard multiple people say they had relatives who absolutely believed this--refused to buy teenagers the correct size bra because "only sluts wear D-cups," or insisted a thirteen-year-old was "fast" because of breast growth during puberty...good lord.

It's possible for AMAB people to breast-feed--they have the same mammary glands AFAB people do! Some hormonal issues can cause people (both AFAB and AMAB) who haven't given birth to lactate, but also there's a few cases where transgender women have been given the same hormones that AFAB people's bodies make during pregnancy/lactation, and voila! Breast milk!

(I very intentionally didn't go into bra sizing with this post, but yes, if you hate your bras, you are probably wearing the wrong size and/or style for you. That's a much more finicky topic though, so I'm just going to point out that the letter doesn't mean anything about boob size by itself, D isn't big, and Victoria's Secret's "fittings" are garbage. For more info, go to the subreddit for r/abrathatfits, or try their size calculator.)

Blah, I'm about to ramble on. But here's a screen shot of a photo I took:

If I ever had a child (which is unpredictable), I would name her Nova Leigh! I guess I have to give credit and massive props to the fine young fellers from the Born Ruffians.

Oh, and just to notify you, I have this weird obsession with Luka's (Luke Lalonde) voice and his stature. Since the past two years, I've rediscovered my musical temperament and instruments.

Sigh, and when I was listening to my daily playlist on youtube (I prefer to see people visually instead of just hearing the song on my itunes), I had to pause their music video Nova Leigh towards the end (I got a business phone call). And I guess I'm not one to who gets "weirded out", but then as soon as I tried to resume the video, I noticed the still image of where it was paused. Ummm, I loved the fact that they used a kaleidoscopic-type of theme for the video. But I found it quite challenging to come up with an explanation; thinking about the creation of humans and the "what if's" about them. What if we all had different anatomical/physical features and so on? Obviously this photo depicts a world of cyclopes with cleft palettes, no nose, one eyebrow and only having one large ear.

Weird huh? What do you guys think? What if humans were meant to look like this? We all would be beautiful! But a part of me says, if this was the norm of society, the way humans look now would reenact the same response I had when I saw this. My whole point is that there should not be any judgments geared towards someones' facial features. Your appearance and insecurities should all be irrelevant. Us humans should focus on living a more wholesome life and not be victimized by society's standards. Needless to say, Luka is still a hand-sum-fine-nee-cutie-luscious-beauty! :)

"And I am frustrated with myself, but I can't change. I don't want to be me anymore."

Born Ruffians "Barnacle Goose"

"No matter how bad you think you look, someone's always gonna think you're hot." -Paraphrased from a woman thrice my age.

Just tryin taking a moment to think that when you don't realize how beautiful someone can actually be!!

"I lived through something but I can't remember what-- Or perhaps I just can't recongize myself anymore. I feel perhaps some big part of me died."

-Isabella Lamberty, Make-Believe Funerals

peace of mind for purity 🧘🏾‍♀️