i really wanted to address an issue in the thinspo community.
we often see thinspo pictures of people looking super skinny and perfect—but that’s not always the case. i can guarantee those people take hours to find the right pose and angle that makes them look the skinniest, or they might edit their photos.
this is really hard for me to post, but this is the reality of thinspo.
on the left are photos of me completely relaxed.
on the right are photos that i took while posed. see the difference?
what you see online is not always the truth. i’m sure there really are people out there who look that skinny, but they’re not perfect. so don’t compare yourself to every thinspo photo you see. you might never look like that naturally, and THAT’S OKAY. you are valid. you are beautiful. don’t try to achieve the impossible, it’s not real. and most of all, stay safe. you are loved. 💕
THANK YOU FOR THIS
this is important guysss
Finally someone said it ❤️
I added these just to show. These were all taken on the same day, at the same time, I sucked in my stomach and stretched my body. It’s all about perspective and angle. (Relaxed pics on left- obvs)
Stay safe, not perfect. Don’t be too perfect cause I guarantee that there is a mask that you are wearing 💞
And it got better 👌
Here’s my own addition literally all taken within 5 minutes
thank you SO much to everyone who is adding their own photos to this post 💕💕
These were litterally taken 30 seconds appart.
tHIS is impORtant
VERY IMPORTANT
Took all 3 within the last 2min
Oh my god 😱
These fucking posts don’t help it’s just an excuse for proanas to compare themselves with the fat/relaxed versions do y’all not know what mental illness and body dysmorphia is or?????????????????????
these posts don’t help? say that to the literally hundreds of people who have commented “needed this today” or “this is so important!” or “this is one of the most amazing posts in the community.”
i’m sorry for being an asshole but i’m SICK of people bringing negativity onto a post that was supposed to be positive and helpful. yes i fucking know what mental illness and body dysmorphia is. i literally have both of those things. don’t bring your negativity onto my post, and kindly leave me alone.
I put on my sunglasses, to hide my swollen eyes, over my tears. I cried all my makeup off. Went inside to have a milkshake. I don’t know why. I wanted something to drink as I figured out what I would do. I got a soda and a milkshake. Medium. The cashier looked at me and with a line around the corner of the counter he rushed away from the counter “Hold on “ he yelled to a coworker.
I filled my soda and went back and saw him looking all over. I go up and he gets close and says “I made it a large”.
That was seriously enough for me not to do it. His kindness. Someone went out of their way and as I went back in my car to cry I realized I could muster through a few other days. A few more weeks. Then I came down from that panicky high of anxiety, depression, and pain. I finished my shake. And it was enough time to let me feel better. I… I’m alive. I’ll make it through.
Try and be nice today. Tomorrow. Something as much as a smile. It helped so much.
Thank you man at McDonalds.
The milkshake saved my life
I hope you all can read this and remember to be kind
The smallest of gestures can save a life. My Mum answered her phone when I called and I am alive today because of that.
I’m glad you’re here.
It’s a phone call, a milkshake, a friend.
I feel like I shouldn’t keep reblogging this but when I do more people see what kindness can do…. I don’t know. Love everyone as yourself.
Nah, keep rebloging it. It gives hope.
walked sobbing around a city once wearing a summer dress in mid-september thunder and rain. basically dragged myself into LUSH as the smell of the store always made me smile. the shop was empty and dead due to the weather, just this blonde short woman behind the counter who smiled at me. i stared at her feet and asked ‘do you have anything for people who are scared a lot?’ (i was so out of it i had no clue). she showed me two bath bombs, one pink and one blue, and said both were good - i chose the pink, paid for it and left. i then sat at a bus stop clutching the LUSH bag in one arm and my prescription meds in the other - i’d lied and ordered a refill so i could just drift away with sleeping pills. when the bus arrived and i was out of the rain, i decided to have another look at my bath bomb, smell it and what not. opened my bag and saw she’d put the blue one in there for me as well and written on the receipt ‘feel better soon :) hope you like x’.
no one had ever been so selflessly kind to me before, i didn’t know what to do with it except hang around long enough to use the other bath bomb.
Actually I’m going to reblog this again because of the truth of the inverse: think of any time you have been casually cruel or petty to someone for humor or because you weren’t in a great mood.
