everyone talks about how terrible tumblr was from 2012-2014, but let me tell you, as someone who has been on this website for 5 years, 2015-2017 has been the absolute fucking worst from blatant bullying, to spreading extremely diluted information about mental illness, excusing unhealthy coping mechanisms, and adopting black and white thinking skills. yeah sure, there was some cringy shit back in 2012, but at least people were fucking nice to each other
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‘my mum always said things we lose
have a way of coming back to us in the end.’- luna lovegood
this one’s for all the fat girls who’ve cried in dressing rooms 💗
when i was about thirteen or so, my mother took me to sears to buy me pants. i went into the youth section and picked out jeans and dickies.
the act of trying to fit my fat, squishy body into something that would not go past my knees was embarrassing. but it’s doubled when i realized i was wearing the biggest size in that section, what was supposed to be my section. the look my mother gave me when i told her that nothing fit is seared into my memory.
so i cried. i cried because this meant i had to shop at the womens section. for some completely asinine reason, in my teens, i decided that if i ever shopped in the fat lady’s section, it meant that i had failed. at what? i still don’t really know. passing by the abundance of ugly, drab, boring clothes that the plus size section provided felt like i was in a funhouse, like this can’t be my reality.
but the pants fit there. i took no pleasure from this, and i cried again.
so that’s why i made this post. because the experiences that fat and chubby kids go through in dressing rooms is unique and so rarely talked about. i’m in a much better place now and have definitely embraced my fat thighs and hanging double belly, but i know a lot of us who grew up to be fat adults still have some pain we have to address and work through.
so again, this is for all the fat kids who have cried in dressing rooms. however your particular story went, i hope you can look back on it and start to heal.
out of curiosity, when did y’all start the harry potter journey?
Okay so funny story. When I was a kid, I was real anti establishment. If something was popular I didn’t want it. I was #edgy but I also really loved to read. My grandpa knew this mostly because he was the one that fed my addiction. I remember I was like 9 and the Chamber of Secrets had literally just been released and he was like, you have to read this, you’ll love it, everyone loves it. But I was a shit head and was like fine, okay, but I’m not reading the first one. I’M GOING TO BE EDGY AND READ THE SECOND ONE. So I did and I fell in love. He bought me the first one too, and literally within a month I had read them both like three times. lol
‘My dear boy,’ said Dippet kindly, ‘I cannot possibly let you stay at school over the summer. Surely you want to go home for the holidays?’
‘No,’ said Riddle at once, ‘I’d much rather stay at Hogwarts than go back to that – to that –’
‘You live in a Muggle orphanage during the holidays, I believe?’ said Dippet curiously.
‘Yes, sir,’ said Riddle, reddening slightly.
This is probably one of the most depressingly heart-wrenching photos I’ve ever seen. Native American children taken from their families and put into school to assimilate them into white society. the slogan for this governmental campaign ’“kill the Indian to save the man”. no official apology has ever been issued. never forgotten.
This is why we keep talking. Every child in this photo deserves to be talked about. The children grew up to be adults… adults who suffer from mental illnesses and a lack of connection to a culture/people that never wanted them to leave. These scars are passed down from generation to generation… and in reality the above picture is closer to present times than many would like to admit.
The amount of inter generational trauma from these schools ALONE has caused so much fuckery amongst native peoples.
And barely anybody understands it’s impact because the school systems don’t teach you this forced assimilation.
