Anonymous said: being fat is NOT good. I'm not going to go out of my way to bully someone overweight, but being fat will cause health issues.
SHUT THE FUCK UP AND CRAWL UP YOUR OWN ASS AND DIE! You are not a fucking doctor! You are not MY fucking doctor! You are not any fat person’s fucking doctor! You don’t know anyone’s fucking situation. I have been fat my ENTIRE life. I have also played volleyball, softball, lacrosse, and I was a cheerleader and a gymnast for THIRTEEN YEARS. I was easily the heaviest girl on my cheerleading squad but you know what? I was also the strongest, I could jump the highest, and I was the most flexible. My high school didn’t have a lacrosse team for girls, so I played with the fucking boys. I was faster than every single person on my team out of a 40-man team. I could do every single thing my skinny teammates in gymnastics could do. I have been bullied my entire fucking life for my weight. And you know what that caused me to do? I binged, I purged, and I starved myself. I took laxatives and diet pills. I skipped meals and destroyed my system, so upset that I couldn’t lose weight despite the fact that I worked out and played sports and barely put any calories into my body. Then you know what I found out my senior year? That I have hypothyroidism. An underactive thyroid that can cause inexplicable weight gain and makes weight loss extremely difficult. I had it my entire life and I didn’t even know. So I was destroying my body that was already resistant towards any sort of change. Now, losing weight is extremely fucking difficult for me. Even more than it would be had I not ruined my body trying to fix it. Being fat isn’t so fucking simple. I am healthy. I eat well. I work out. I’m in no shape to run any marathons but I’m NOT by any means unhealthy in any way, shape, or form. But I am also fat. And I can’t fucking help it. This is the body I have, and I have spent twenty years of my goddamn life hating it, putting scars into it, making it hurt, making it more and more difficult for it to function on its own. I DESERVE to love myself how I am. Because nobody else will. Do you think all fat people just sit around shoving Cheetos into their faces all day? I’m sure there are plenty of people who do that, good for fucking them. It’s their fucking choice, and absolutely NONE of YOUR business. Fat people KNOW they’re fat. And a lot of us fucking HATE that we are, and a lot of us work tirelessly, every day, trying to change it. And sometimes it just doesn’t fucking change. It is an eternal struggle. And you can sit here on your high fucking horse and say, “oh well I would NEVER bully a fat person but being fat causes so many HEALTH ISSUES!” Guess what, shitcannon? That’s bullying. It’s fat-shaming. Because a lot of times, a fat person spends so much fucking time hating themselves, having everyone around them (including YOU) think that they know their body better. They deserve to love themselves, and you have no business impeding on that. Instead of spending your time being a preachy little twat, why don’t you go out and create a cure for hypothyroidism? Why don’t you go out and become a scientist and search for ways that people who have eating disorders can repair their bodies after all the damage they have done to it? And if you really don’t want to or can’t do any of that stuff, why don’t you try this; it requires no schooling, no medical degree, you can even do it from the comfort of your own home: shut the fuck up and stay in your own fucking lane.
Anonymous said: What's the pacer test? D:
The pacer is a test in gym class/PE that brings a shiver of despair down the spine of any unfortunate soul who has gone through it before. And it’s usually done at least once a year.
Students line up on one side of the gym, eyeing nervously the painted line before the opposite wall that will decide their fate. The teacher hits play on the stereo and a cheery woman’s voice echoes through the gymnasium. fuck that woman’s happy demeanor. She explains the rules as the kids wait anxiously. Get to the other line before the beep plays. Simple enough, right?
"Ready? Begin!" she calls, and the gut wrenching ‘beep!’ plays after.
The kids awkwardly half jog to the other line, with about 3 or 4 seconds before the next beep. Each time the horrendous noise plays they run back and forth to the lines. “Level one, complete” she says, as to pat you on the back for what little victory you’ve achieved.
Not bad, the kids think. But then comes level 2. level 3. With each interval the time between the beeps shorten, and you’re running as fast as you can to the other line. Your foot hits it, you pivot, the beep plays, youre running again. Your lungs burn, your throat is sore, your heart is on the verge of an attack. No rest. No mercy.
A girl is the first to crawl over to the instructor, defeated. Seeing one has fallen, other students begin to follow since “at least theyre not the first ones out”. Clutching their chests they bail out of the test. One girls crying. You can’t tell if the boy on the gym floor is alive or not. Three kids left for the water fountain and still havent made it back.
And then, the fallen sit there, watching the myths, the legends, the kids who have made it past 100 laps. 120. 150. When they finally collapse a cheer erupts from the students. Theyre heroes.
But the excitement only lasts for so long as the next round of nervous kids line up, who opted to go in the second wave and prolong their torture. The womans voice kicks back up. The beep plays. The cycle continues.
don’t get it twisted like i respect bugs for being the best they can be in spite of their specific assigned flesh prisons and their ecological significance but they need to stay the fuck away from me
if a girl asks you for a tampon, I dont care how much you hate that bitch if you have one you hand it over no one deserves that level of hell
montana is not real
if montana isn’t real then where was hannah montana born?? yeah thats what i thought. stop spreading lies freddybenson