People’s perception of a healthy weight is so fucking messed up. Skin and bone isn’t healthy. I’m not saying I am skinny, but I know I’m not obese. According to the BMI chart I am a whole 3 pounds overweight. That isn’t going to stop me from walking around in my bikini and eating what I want. It is sickening to think people think I am actually fat because I’m not skin and bone.
I AM 5’7! I WEIGHT 165 pounds!(10 if which is probably my boobs.) < That isn’t unhealthy.
Now 5’7 and 110 that is unhealthy.. eat a fucking burger and drink a milkshake.
I won’t go on a diet unless I really need to and right now I don’t need to. Now excuse me while I go eat this delicious sandwich and drink a soda. :)
A year ago today I moved to Jacksonville, Florida. I met some awesome people and I reconnected with a few I shouldn’t have. The best part of it all, since then I have moved to Ohio, started attending a well known University, got a job, pay my own rent/bills, and I am pursuing my dream. I laugh because I know you are 20 years old, at your parents house, lighting up a bowl, wearing the Urban Outfitters your mother bought you, and doing the same god damn routine everyday… Oh and don’t forget the coke you bought with your mother’s money. Karma is a bitch, but in this case she is my best friend.
All I wanted tonight was to crawl in bed with you and stare into your baby blues until we both fell asleep. I would dream about doing exactly what we were doing. Sleeping in the arms of happiness. Trying not to care about what the future brings, just living in the present.
I’m right next to you and you just called me rude. I came into class early because I am behind. So how about you shut the fuck up, I’m paying for the privilege to be able to do that. I’m not confrontational which is good and bad.. Because right now I would loveee to tell you off but I can’t. Ugh.
Starting tomorrow I am going to be sooo freaking busy.
Friday:Class 7am to 3pm. 6pm-midnight Zanesville. Saturday: Math homework, English paper, and Spanish homework. Work from 3pm to Midnight. Sunday, helping roommate pack. Finish any homework. Monday, class 7am to 3pm, Brian’s house, work 730pm to midnight. Tuesday, work 830pm to 430pm, homework. Wednesday Class, work. Thursday math exam. Friday, class, work.
Yesterday was the first day it’s been sunny enough to wear just a t-shirt out of the house and hot enough for it to be necessary. I have full sleeves on both arms, meaning not one square inch from wrist to shoulder is still bare skin. I have tattoos on my fingers, my neck, my legs, everywhere. I love my tattoos, I think they’re beautiful, I’m proud of them and my decision to get them.
I stepped onto the bus in my t-shirt and noticed all eyes on me and some whispers… I don’t like to be stared at by strangers any more than anyone else does, I was raised to think it’s rude to stare for whatever reason. I brush it off, I take my seat… and notice… a woman is taking pictures of my on her cell phone.
It’s at that point that I lost my shit.
Just because I have tattoos (and a lot of them) does not mean I do not deserve common decency, privacy and respect. It is not an open invitation for you to sneak pictures of me, pull on my clothing to see more of my arms, or post pictures of me on your blog like I don’t give a shit if you plaster my face all over the internet without my consent - And I definitely, definitely, am not asking for your fucking commentary on my appearance.
“Oh my, you’d be such a pretty girl if you didn’t have all those tattoos!” Well you’d be a decent human being if you we’re such a closed minded, shriveled up, rude bitch passing out back-handed compliments like tic-tacs.
“I think those big holes in your ears are disgusting! I just couldn’t do it!” Since when is it socially appropriate to tell a stranger they look disgusting? I think your lack of any manners whatsoever is disgusting. Now face forward and stop looking at me if it bothers you so much.
I have tattoos for me, not for you. Not to impress you, not to offend you, not for your fucking entertainment. It’s rude to stare at someone who’s missing a limb, it’s rude to point out to an obese stranger how overweight they are, it’s rude to joke about someone’s religious attire that they wear in public, it’s fucking RUDE, to point and snicker at that girl on the bus with all the tattoos and sneak her FUCKING picture to go on your piece of shit BLOG.
Being heavily tattooed doesn’t make someone any less of a human being, and it doesn’t mean you can treat them as any less than a human being. You fucking idiot.
I understand this 100 fucking percent. Drives me fucking insane.
I miss my two little brothers so, so, so fucking much. Of course there is William, on the left, and Dylan, on the right. They make me so incredibly happy. William is 16 and a Junior in High School. He has a girlfriend named Alli and they have been dating for almost 2 years.. They are so perfect together it is unbelievable. Dylan is 17 and also a Junior in High School, he just recently started dating Lauren, who is so so so incredibly gorgeous. (I approve of both girlfriends :) ) Obviously, Dylan is sick. While working at Publix a grocery cart hit him in the knee, 2 days later he was skating and landed on his knee.. After a week of pain he finally decided to go to the doctor.. Where we all found out that he has bone cancer. It has been about 4 months of chemo and constant doctors visits. He gets surgery at the end of May. It is a new experimental surgery that will hopefully grow bone without cancer. Without these boys in my life, I would be a very dull girl.. They mean the world to me.. I just want to grow old with the both of them. If I could take the cancer myself, I would. In a heartbeat. He is so young and such a sweet kid. William is absolutely devastated, I’ve never seen him so sad. I know it is hard on my whole family to see him go through this, I would do anything to reverse time and some how stop it before it started. Please keep my brothers in your thoughts, they mean so much to me. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.
I could sit here and tell you all about my day, but the truth is it won’t get me anywhere. What I can tell you is that my morning started off really well, my evening got better, and now I’m home with sore feet and a day full of accomplishments. With .67 cents in my bank account and a smile on my face I will try my hardest to make one of you happy with what I am about to say. Moveee bitch get out muh way get out da way bitch get out da way. OH noooooooo lights out, I fixin’ to punch yo lights out! No, but seriously, some of you are posting some really depressing relationship stuff. I’m like Dr.Phillis, OKAYYYYY!
This is how it goes, you like the guy? He doesn’t give you the time of day? He isn’t worth your timeeeeee (seriously, move on.) It is hard but so is life, so be harder.
He played you from the beginning? Go ahead and cry now, get it all out. Then tomorrow, wake up with a smile on your face and love in your heart and he will realize what he is missing.
Is he a two-timing douche bag? Hey, I’ve had plenty of those, and I’m sure I will have plenty more. I’m smiling and moving on, it is life it goes on..unless you die, then you’re fucked :)
Don’t worry guys, I haven’t forgotten about you. I know girls can be crazy, hell most of them are, but you just don’t understand that YOU can and will make them that way.
I know girls fuck you over too, it is actually fairly common. And I would like to apologize for my sex’s behavior. That doesn’t mean ALL of us are like that. Just like ALL guys aren’t assholes.
Be yourself please, I can’t tell you how many times I have seen guy friends change over a girl.. If they can’t be with who you really are, then they shouldn’t be with you. Same thing for you girls..
I’ve given more advice than a fucking psychiatrist, yet I can never seem to take my own advice. So I’m giving it to you, consider it a gift of sorts. One day you’ll look back once you’ve grown old with someone and you won’t even remember the people who fucked you over. (Maybe it is because of memory-loss, but hey at least you won’t remember.)
I can’t say I believe that we all have someone meant for us, but I do believe we will all find someone who makes us happier than we have ever been before. The day you find someone who will talk to you about ANYTHING, and I mean anything. Yes, even poop and boogers. That’s the day you may have found something. Now, you may have had this with past loves, but it will be different this time. If you truly love each other you won’t be able to hurt each other. That is just how it works.
Well, I hope I helped at least one of you out there. If I haven’t… eh, tough shit.
I've always been obsessed with Greek mythology and I LOVE how you captured the story of Medusa so well in you tattoo. It's really interesting and I adore the way you take it, it's very feminist. I always had this thing about the way the ancient greeks were so misogynistic. Way to turn it around and punish he who should be.
Also, great artwork on the tattoo, I absolutely love it. (:
Thank youuu! I’m so happy so many people enjoy it! :)
I honestly believe that people aren’t told this nearly enough through the course of their lives, so I just wanted to let you know that you are absolutely gorgeous and you are already successful in life merely for being the wonderful person that you are. So smile, because you absolutely deserve to be happy today and tomorrow and all of the days to come. You are alive, you are beautiful, and you are capable of doing so much good in the world.
I don’t know who this is or why you chose me to send this too, but I could hug you right now. You have no idea how much I needed to hear something like that. Thank you for being soo, soo amazing and putting a smile on my face. You are a great person. :)
Hi. I saw your tattoo that you submitted to fuckyeahtattoos and I'd just like to say I'm in love with it. That story always made me upset and, despite the negative light that Medusa is always painted in, I've always felt sorry/sad for her. The tattoo is beautiful and I like that someone actually cared enough about the story to get it =)