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Strutting on MRT Lindy Mei shot by Chengwei Cheng

Strutting on MRT

Lindy Mei shot by Chengwei Cheng

I have this set. If gives you such a natural, nice looking pout.

I have this set. If gives you such a natural, nice looking pout.

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Beauty of the Universe II - Colors

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mastercaelum: rachelmloose: July 12, 2012—I posted this photo set after feeling the need to express how I felt about my body. I had shitty self esteem, but it was better then than it had been in a while. A couple short weeks later I started on a path to a better me. I started playing roller derby. The thing about roller derby is that it’s a sport just like anything else you play as a team or with a big group of girls. But the thing is, there are girls of all shapes and sizes. It’s full of people who have been skating for twenty years, or people who have been skating for two days. The girls—at least my girls in my league—are so kind and so loving. They didn’t look at me and see a fat girl. They saw a nervous freshie who wanted to participate in a sport that she had some interest in. It didn’t matter that I was 5’4” and weighed 220 lbs. For the first time in my life, I had found a sport and a group of people that didn’t immediately notice my weight. It was amazing. The morning after practices I would wake up and pass by a mirror; no longer would I rush by or try to avoid it. I’d pause. “Damn I have a fine ass,” I would find myself thinking. Week after week it got better. I started exercising on my own, outside of derby. And the thing is, I was exercising to feel healthy. Not to lose weight. Not to try and live up to some impossible beauty standard. I had come to realize that even if I did lose all the weight I wanted to, I would never be a size zero. I’ve got hips that don’t lie, and I’ve got the genetics to give me some boobs that rival Dolly Parton’s. (Okay maybe not that bad, but it feels like it sometimes.) I didn’t lose a ton of weight—I still haven’t—but I was felling healthy. You’d be surprised how feeling healthy does for your esteem. Then in September, I broke my leg. It was a long six months of inactivity, and I felt my esteem slipping. I cried when my cast was removed. My left leg was so emaciated and shrunken. Where were my beautiful calves that skating for six hours a week had given me? But unlike the first time around, I had had a taste of what a good self esteem can do for you. As soon as the doctors gave me the okay, I hit the gym to feel healthy again. I’ve started skating again. Mirrors have now caught my glances yet again, and I’m proud of the way I look.Sure I have my bad days-everyone does. You’re never going to be happy and proud of yourself 100% of the time. But the important thing is that you take something away from those bad days and you learn how to get past them. I’m not a size 0. I never will be. But you know what I am? I’m healthy. I’m happy. And I love my body. Inspiring

mastercaelum:

rachelmloose:

July 12, 2012—I posted this photo set after feeling the need to express how I felt about my body. I had shitty self esteem, but it was better then than it had been in a while.

A couple short weeks later I started on a path to a better me.

I started playing roller derby. The thing about roller derby is that it’s a sport just like anything else you play as a team or with a big group of girls. But the thing is, there are girls of all shapes and sizes. It’s full of people who have been skating for twenty years, or people who have been skating for two days. The girls—at least my girls in my league—are so kind and so loving.

They didn’t look at me and see a fat girl. They saw a nervous freshie who wanted to participate in a sport that she had some interest in. It didn’t matter that I was 5’4” and weighed 220 lbs. For the first time in my life, I had found a sport and a group of people that didn’t immediately notice my weight. It was amazing.

The morning after practices I would wake up and pass by a mirror; no longer would I rush by or try to avoid it. I’d pause. “Damn I have a fine ass,” I would find myself thinking. Week after week it got better. I started exercising on my own, outside of derby. And the thing is, I was exercising to feel healthy. Not to lose weight. Not to try and live up to some impossible beauty standard. I had come to realize that even if I did lose all the weight I wanted to, I would never be a size zero. I’ve got hips that don’t lie, and I’ve got the genetics to give me some boobs that rival Dolly Parton’s. (Okay maybe not that bad, but it feels like it sometimes.) I didn’t lose a ton of weight—I still haven’t—but I was felling healthy. You’d be surprised how feeling healthy does for your esteem.

Then in September, I broke my leg. It was a long six months of inactivity, and I felt my esteem slipping. I cried when my cast was removed. My left leg was so emaciated and shrunken. Where were my beautiful calves that skating for six hours a week had given me?

But unlike the first time around, I had had a taste of what a good self esteem can do for you. As soon as the doctors gave me the okay, I hit the gym to feel healthy again. I’ve started skating again. Mirrors have now caught my glances yet again, and I’m proud of the way I look.Sure I have my bad days-everyone does. You’re never going to be happy and proud of yourself 100% of the time. But the important thing is that you take something away from those bad days and you learn how to get past them.

I’m not a size 0. I never will be. But you know what I am? I’m healthy. I’m happy. And I love my body.

Inspiring

need that

need that

thatvegancosplayer:

veganthology:

justafanboy:

Friendly reminder to the vegans: Fruits are plants sexual organs.

Friendly reminder to the omnivores: You’re still breast feeding from a different species. 

Friendly reminder to the omnivores: you are eating a chicken period that came out of where that chicken pees, shits and ovulates from.

Not to mention plant’s sexual organs WANT to be eaten, there is consent. They evolve to have bright colors and good smells, so that animals will eat them and spread their seed. Pretty sure animals fucking run if you try to eat them. There is no benefit from being eaten to the animals, so they evolve to try to NOT GET EATEN.

lackyannie:

fighthomophobia:

crustified:

cayleeeelyac:

i just thought this needed to be pointed out to the tumblr community.

these are all photoshopped by enrico francis

it needs to stop.

No wonder celebrities get eating disorders all the time. Imagine seeing pictures of yourself edited like this all the time, and then looking in the mirror and seeing something completely different :S

What really ticks me off is that he has photoshopped out ‘Elton John AIDs foundation’ and replaced it with his own name.
What a prick.

THEY EVEN PHOTO SHOP THE FUCKING BACKGROUND PEOPLE OMFG.

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DEAR FELLOW VEGANS,

I have a question for you. How do you feel about dating meat-eaters? Honestly, I haven’t dated much since I decided I wasn’t going to exploit animals anymore about two years ago. I didn’t think I’d be bothered by dating meat-eaters. I always figured I would never push my beliefs or ways of life on anyone else as I prefer others don’t do it to me. But it starts to bother me more and more.  I can’t tell someone to stop eating meat and change their entire lifestyle. Certainly, I can make suggestions and ask why they make the decisions they make but that’s really where the boundary ends. You can even make your case to your bf/gf but if they don’t want to make that leap, that’s as far as that goes.

So fellow vegans and vegetarians, how do you deal with this? Do you date meat-eaters? Do you only date fellow veg heads? If you do date meat-eaters, how do you deal?