Project Harpoon Can Suck it.

project harpoon McDonald's

This made me mad, so I wrote about it:

Project Harpoon Takes “Before & After Photoshop” to Appalling New Levels.

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Body…Love?

painting woman in mirror

“Woman in front of the Mirror” by Janos Vaszary, 1904. Wiki Commons / Public Domain

I do not love my body right now.

Some days I don’t even like it.

I don’t like the way I feel in it.

I don’t like the aches and pains.

I don’t like that noone touches it.

I want to be body positive to inspire others.

I’m not proud—I mostly just feel awkward.

I’m not supposed to complain about this.

I don’t like that I even have time to complain (privilege).

I don’t love myself this way.

I feel like I can’t breathe well.

I don’t know how to get past the fog that’s in my head.

I need someone to move with me.

*Now and then I find myself telling myself what I’m “not” supposed to be feeling—eg: hating my body is a no no—which really just tends to make everything worse. So I thought I’d just try completely doing it, letting myself go there, then seeing how it feels. Now I’m left feeling somewhat emptied of this negativity, and better. If you are having a hard time dropping or stepping out of neuroses, recommend this sort of exercise. 

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invisible

{found on Pinterest}

{found on Pinterest}

Last night I had one of those “how long will it take them to notice I’m gone” moments.

Originally I had just gone to the bar to get a drink, but the barstaff didn’t see me either.

So, a little too drunk for a Thursday, I pulled an Irish goodbye. I walked up the street and got the best steamie in the world and walked home holding back tears and wondering why in the hell at nearly 37 years old I can still feel so small.

I wondered if some of my relationships seemed easy because there aren’t really deep feelings on the other person’s part.

I wondered if I’m worth feeling for.

I was in love with them and they didn’t really love me back. So now I’m not in love with them anymore.

I’m also far away from many people I love(d). That distance creates another kind of wall, and I’m pretty sure that it’s better this way.

Some people said they loved me and so I told them I loved them too. Then I would visit and be close and some of them didn’t really step up to be with me when I showed up. I mean be with me in a real way.

Not a sexy way, but a real way.

It made me feel confused and sad.

I’m really good at removing myself, but this isn’t something I’m proud of.

I’m really not good at being seen and heard—also not something I’m proud of.

Even hanging out with a best friend, I can cease to exist at the blink of an eye—or in this case, the shake of an ass.

I should have just kept sitting in this park.

park

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