My dentist once told me that letting go is like pulling a tooth. When it was pulled out, you’re relieved, but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it was not hurting you doesn’t mean you did not notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s going to take a while, but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you so much pain. Therefore, move on and let go.
“‘Fat’ is usually the first insult a girl throws at another girl when she wants to hurt her.
I mean, is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me; but then, you might retort, what do I know about the pressure to be skinny? I’m not in the business of being judged on my looks, what with being a writer and earning my living by using my brain. I went to the British Book Awards that evening. After the award ceremony I bumped into a woman I hadn’t seen for nearly three years. The first thing she said to me? ‘You’ve lost a lot of weight since the last time I saw you!’
‘Well,’ I said, slightly nonplussed, ‘the last time you saw me I’d just had a baby.’
What I felt like saying was, ‘I’ve produced my third child and my sixth novel since I last saw you. Aren’t either of those things more important, more interesting, than my size?’ But no – my waist looked smaller! Forget the kid and the book: finally, something to celebrate!
I’d rather they were independent, interesting, idealistic, kind, opinionated, original, funny – a thousand things, before ‘thin’. And frankly, I’d rather they didn’t give a gust of stinking chihuahua flatulence whether the woman standing next to them has fleshier knees than they do. Let my girls be Hermiones, rather than Pansy Parkinsons.”—J.K. Rowling (via fistfullofweasley)
Men have made the a-bombs Men have made guns The dreaded torture chambers And the barbed wire fence But of all the awful things that Men did invent The idea of ideal beauty is worth The most contempt And tell me who’s a killer? If we all concider That emotion runs as deep as flesh And the idea of ideals That say what beauty is Has sentenced so many to death
Beauty is the beast You better believe it You’re wasting your whole life If you’re trying to achieve it
Beauty is the beast -And you better believe it Beauty is the beast Beauty is the beast Beauty is the beast
Now, who can tell me how And where to begin In a world who thinks of ugly As the cardinal sin And constantly is talking ‘bout the beauty within But locks up in the cellar everything that is grim
And tell me who’s a killer? If we all concider That emotion runs as deep as flesh And the idea of ideals That say what beauty is Has sentenced so many to death
Beauty is the beast Beauty like a barbed wire fence Beauty is the beast Beauty like a barbed wire fence
So, if beauty is your friend You’d better go deceive it Beauty is the beast, you better believe it You’re wasting your whole life If you’re trying to achieve it Beauty is the beast And you better believe it Beauty is the beast Beauty is the beast Beauty is the beast