“For people could close their eyes to greatness, to horrors, to beauty, and their ears to melodies or deceiving words. But they could not escape scent. For scent was a brother of breath. Together with breath it entered human beings, who could not defend themselves against it, not if they wanted to live. And scent entered into their very core, went directly to their hearts, and decided for good and all between affection and contempt, disgust and lust, love and hate. He who ruled scent rule the hearts of men.”—from Perfume: The Story of a Murderer by Patrick Suskind. (via disassociate)
I have a good relationship with my body. I've never really had any issues with it. I'm aware of its imperfections of course (mainly the tummy I have & a bit of fat and cellulite on my upper thighs) but I don't hate myself or anything. It's my fault anyway, for being such a sweet tooth. :) I like looking at my body.
Another thing, I really loved my breasts but they grew recently after I started taking birth control...It freaked me out a bit, and it made me a little bit sad, but I'm starting to get used to them. I just hope they don't grow anymore, I don't like them too big!
Anyway, my body isn't perfect, but I like it anyway...
Thank you for your contribution! Greatly appreciated!
you understood me! I wonder if there is a reliable metric for measuring the pleasure/satisfaction from an orgasm. lots of petty couple fights would be ended by that, I’d imagine. “nope, you did conclusively enjoy that more than me. hmmm.”
We should invent that along with the metric for measuring Happiness for that Utilitarian utopia-nightmare!
“It takes courage to push yourself to places that you have never been before… to test your limits… to break through barriers. And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”—Anais Nin (via youmightfindyourself)
Crohn's Disease has taken me to the edge of sanity. The depression makes everyone else's smiles and un-suffering unbearable. I would probably kill myself if I didn't have loved ones making the minutes without flare ups worth every day spent in agony.
Thank you so much for sharing! I’m deeply happy you have people with you through what I imagine is agony beyond my wildest imagination. I know it doesn’t mean a whole lot, but I’m with you too in whatever capacity I have as a stranger on the internet.
Some days I hate it. Some days I'm neutral. Some days I really like it. I'm not skinny. I hate hate the number I see on the scales but I really love my shape. I really appreciate how I look both naked and in clothes. I've always had issues with my body as a kid but since year 10 I just don't care. I eat what I like. I exercise when I want to. I've been the same shape for 3 years now and I've grown to love all the little strange bits.
It's first now, pushing 30, I truly feel in touch with my own body. I'm not particulary satisfied with the way it looks and it doesn't work half of the time. But even so; I love it. I wish I had this calmness when I was younger.
I have issues with parts of my body, much like anyone else. But I recognise that I am generally pretty lucky with my appearance, and that my pros outweigh my cons. I got offered corrective surgery for one of my main hates when I was younger, (my ears) and I turned it down on the basis that if I have kids and they don't fit with society's idea of beautiful or even normal, how can I tell them truthfully that its okay to look however you look, as long as you're healthy, if I got something changed that is so small and inconsequential in the grand scheme of things?
I have visible scars from sporting injuries, I generally have some injury on my face from boxing. I've had a stranger tell me I should make more of an effort cover up my 'disfigurements', because I guess, as a girl, I can't pulled the 'rugged' card. But I just think they make me more beautiful, because they're evidence of a well-lived life, and what's more beautiful than that?
Thank you so much for sharing! You’re awesome. Also, fuck anyone who says otherwise, tough women are awesome.
I generally don't like to see myself naked, as I find male genitalia really unseemly, but I still consider myself an attractive person. I've seen a few people who look lovely (or even stunning) when clothed and it seems to fall apart when they're naked. That said, my own nakedness is the only one that I actively do not wish to see, at least of the people I find otherwise attractive. Anyone else, I will still (even gladly) view. I'm not entirely sure why. Perhaps it is my familiarity.
Only somewhat related: having a penis and testes is, physically, annoying as hell. The whole set is frequently getting in the way and far too vulnerable. That said, I've always believed that ejaculation makes the male orgasm just a little more rewarding, but that's probably wrong.
Thanks for sharing, Devin! You’re great.
If you mean that ejaculation makes the male orgasm more rewarding than female orgasm, I am glad you admit to being probably wrong! (If I misunderstood you and you didn’t mean that, then let me know, of course.)
I used to starve myself. I used to loathe my body. I used to be teased for being fat, ugly, etc. as a child. However, since then, I have learned that beauty is health and health is beauty; the two are utterly reciprocal. I am now happy, healthy, and in love with my figure. Healthy, happy women are all creatures of beauty, no matter their shape or size. <3
Thank you so much for sharing! You are so wonderful to do so.
Hmm, I think we should be careful not to exclusively equate health with beauty. I think I mean to suggest that even bodies that are ravaged by diseases and bodies that are on wheelchairs are beautiful. Health is a privilege!
But I think I understand what you mean to say - you mean that bodies that are well-loved (and consequently kept healthy to the best of her ability) are beautiful and I agree with you 100%!
“I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”—Charles Bukowski (via captainyodel)
Please, if you feel so inclined! Anon is on and besides, I hope you will trust me to respond to whatever you say without judgment or condescension or harshness. In fact, I don’t think I’ll respond to it at all in any way except with a general expression of gratitude. This is just for something I’ve been writing. Thank you!
Seal my ears, I’ll go on hearing you. And without feet I can make my way to you, without a mouth I can swear your name.
Break off my arms, I’ll take hold of you with my heart as with a hand. Stop my heart, and my brain will start to beat. And if you consume my brain with fire, I’ll feel you burn in every drop of my blood.
“I’m a collection of organic molecules called Carl Sagan. You’re a collection of almost identical molecules with a different collective label. But… is that all? Is there nothing in here but molecules? Some people find that idea demeaning to human dignity. But for myself, I find it elevating and exhilarating to discover that we live in a universe which permits the evolution of molecular machines as intricate and subtle as we.”
“Now listen carefully. ‘The Wire’ is the most audacious drama of all time. It may be the greatest TV show ever. Across all genres. I’ll go further. ‘The Wire’ is the most important fictional, social document since ‘A Tale of Two Cities.’”—Ricky Gervais (via sonicbloom11)
Trout’s favorite formula was to describe a perfectly hideous society, not unlike his own, and then, toward the end, to suggest ways in which it could be improved. He hypothecated an America in which almost all of the work was done by machines, and the only people could get work had three or more Ph.Ds. There was a serious overpopulation problem, too. All serious diseases had been conquered. So death was voluntary, and the goverment, to encourage volunteers for death, set up a purple-roofed Ethical Suicide Parlor at every major intersection. There were pretty hostesses in the parlor, and Barca-Loungers, and Muzak, and a choice of fourteen painless ways to die. The suicide parlors were busy places, because so many people felt silly and pointless, and because it was supposed to be an unselfish, patriotic thing to do, to die. The suicides also got free last meals next door.
One of the characters asked a death stewardess if he would go to Heaven, and she told him that of course he would. He asked if he would see God, and she said, ‘Certainly, honey.’
And he said, ‘I sure hope so. I want to ask Him something. I never was able to find out down here.’