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Eating disorder promises:
Promise: Order and satisfaction in your life. Reality: Disappointment and depression.
Promise: Discipline and control. Reality: Confusion and uncertainty.
Promise: Popularity and sociability. Reality: Isolation and loneliness.
Promise: Respect and admiration. Reality: Pity.
Promise: Perfection. Reality: Physical and mental self-destruction.

Psychological management 

This definitely deserves another reblog.

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internal-acceptance-movement:

“You do not need to change your body; you need to change the rules.” Naomi Wolf
Recognize that when it comes to our bodies, there are no rules.
Your body is like a fingerprint. 
Unique in size, shape and color, it carries curves and bends that cannot be replicated by any body, anywhere. 
It embraces unrepeatable patterns of freckles and lines.
Your scars are not imperfections, they tell your story.
This is your genetic blue print; one of a kind, and beautiful in all it’s authenticity.
One opinion of beauty does not have the power to discount the rest. 
There is no single beautiful body type, and therefore the confines and constraints of these so called “rules” we allow ourselves to be defined by, do not exist. 
It’s time to redefine beauty.
Time to break the rules.
Time to let them go.
It’s time to be free.

internal-acceptance-movement:

“You do not need to change your body; you need to change the rules.” Naomi Wolf

Recognize that when it comes to our bodies, there are no rules.

Your body is like a fingerprint. 

Unique in size, shape and color, it carries curves and bends that cannot be replicated by any body, anywhere. 

It embraces unrepeatable patterns of freckles and lines.

Your scars are not imperfections, they tell your story.

This is your genetic blue print; one of a kind, and beautiful in all it’s authenticity.

One opinion of beauty does not have the power to discount the rest. 

There is no single beautiful body type, and therefore the confines and constraints of these so called “rules” we allow ourselves to be defined by, do not exist. 

It’s time to redefine beauty.

Time to break the rules.

Time to let them go.

It’s time to be free.

-felixfelicis:

I’m not a book - I can’t be read.
I’m not the weather - I can’t be predicted.
I’m not an item - I can’t be bought.
I’m not a fool - I can’t be sweet talked.
I’m not an outfit - I can’t be changed.
I’m not a game - I can’t be won.
I’m not an animal - I can’t be tamed.
I’m not a doormat - I can’t be walked all over.
But I am human - I’m just me.

endlesswishing:

thechocolatebrigade:

wtfisalooseseal:

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you are

endlesswishing:

my sunshine, my only sunshine.

you make me happy when skies are grey.

but you’ll never know dear

how much i love you.

so please don’t take my sunshine away.

sugartown-:

(by we had the stars)