Dream Big or Go Home

Ballroom Dancer, Snowboarder, and Dreamer Extraordinaire.

tessaviolet:

bekah-bo0m:

broccoleafveins:

Ye olde Windows screen savers.

I FEEL OLD

childhood video games

Oh my gosh, it’s my childhood! I just can’t even!

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It’s been forever since I’ve written a serious post on here, but I’m so busy I don’t have much time for reflection. That being said, I think I’m due for a little reflection. So, bear with me.

I’m happy. I’ll start off by saying that. I’m in a much better place than I was a year ago. The change in my life has been incredible and empowering. I am financially secure and moving forward, and I didn’t know it could feel this good. No, I don’t have everything I want, and I work plenty hard to own what i do have. I don’t have a smart phone and I drive a 10-year-old car. But I am moving out of my parents’ house and into my own place in a short couple of months, and I can comfortably do so because I’ve made those sacrifices. That makes me incredibly happy.

I work 64 hours a week plus dance, all of which I love. The people I work with are just crazy enough to think I’m nothing short of awesome, which is humbling in itself. I know that whatever life throws at me, I have some dear friends who would stop at nothing to prop me back up. That makes me happy.

So what could I possibly have to complain about, you ask? Well….my body. My body makes me very unhappy. You see, I’ve been battling an eating disorder mostly silently for the better part of 8 years now. I’ve mostly won against it. I eat well…and I’ve gained the weight because of it. I’ve been happier, so my need to control everything that goes in my body has been mostly suppressed.

But the little voice inside my head that tells me I’m not good enough because of my weight, because of my love handles, because of the width of my hips - that monster never shuts up. I’m happier, so it’s not as loud. I’m happier, and busier, so I don’t have time to listen to its lies. But it’s still there, and time to time, I hear it. Time to time, I believe it. Time to time, I feel not good enough because I am not the size I wish I was - a size I know logically is not realistic for me.

So I’m on this weight loss journey because now I want to be happy with my body too. Now, I want to do this healthfully instead of past methods of near-starvation and food crises. I want to get past the 100-calorie days and the exerexic nights. I want to find a way to be patient with myself and understand that the kind of weight loss I truly want is a journey that may take years, a journey that may not have immediate, measurable results.

I feel that my efforts are already making a difference. I feel like my clothes fit better already. But I belittle myself for still wearing a junior’s size XL. I feel that I have more energy and am capable of more when I work out. But I still berate myself for only walking 3 miles and call myself pathetic. I know that I am making healthier choices most of the time. But I still chide myself when I reward myself or go out with friends. I’m trying to break through the negativity but it is in my head every day of my life.

Eating disorders are beatable but not curable. You learn to give your monster boundaries that it cannot cross and learn when to push back, but I still have moments of weakness where I am so fixated on a number on the scale that the rest of the efforts just don’t matter. I still weigh far more than I am comfortable with, and I will work my butt off until I get where I want.

The difficult part, the part I need support in and help with, is the part that tells myself its okay to accept myself as I am and to feel beautiful. I don’t even want to look at myself so why would anyone else? I know that those 40 pounds [now 36] I want to lose is totally within reach and I will get there, because I have before. I have the sort-of tiny-people-sized clothes in my closet to prove it. I will get there. But trying to find the motivation without that pressing need for control is definitely far more difficult than when my disorder was out of control.

In the end, I just want to be happy with…well, me.

facetsofcrystal:

Photographs taken inside musical instruments making them look like large and spacious rooms.

in which a family of tiny people live in an old violin, forgotten at the back of the instrument shop.

This really is the coolest thing ever.

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This is so why I love Jennifer Lawrence

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kockamaniahu:

Huge Rivendale model at BrickCon 2013

Possibly the coolest LOTR Lego modeling I’ve ever seen.

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torrilla:

The Avengers photographed by Marco Grob [HQ]

These are stunning.

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lifeimitatesartx:

If a prancing Thor doesn’t make you feel better then I don’t know what the **** will.

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  • someone: space-
  • me: THE FINAL FRONTIER. THESE ARE THE VOYAGES OF THE STARSHIP ENTERPRISE. IT'S FIVE-YEAR MISSION: TO EXPLORE STRANGE NEW WORLDS, SEEK OUT NEW LIFE AND NEW CIVILIZATIONS TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO ONE HAS GONE BEFORE

chickinanugget:

ashortinspiration:

Ugly Fruit

The idea came from the fact that US markets toss out 15 billion dollars worth of fruits and vegetables each year

just because they are bruised or discolored. But they are still fresh and edible. I felt there was an opportunity to stop

the waste, so Ugly Fruit was born. Ugly Fruit is a stand that makes juice, jams, and dried fruits out of unattractive

produce donated from our neighborhood grocery stores. Ugly fruit, pretty yummy!

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What a great idea!

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