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Please don't have kids if u have any form of addiction, life's getting hard 🥲
I never knew this problem was this bad. Hell I knew my doctor kept telling my mother that I was too fat or weighed more than I should, and that led to my eating disorders. Of course I know now that I was perfectly fine back then and it was the fact that I had a body type that some women would kill for, huge boobs and butt, I developed early so for my whole teenage years I was fat and over weight according to my doctor because unlike most girls my age, I had an hourglass figure instead of being the half starved figure I would see in most of the girls around me.
Anyway I had no idea that this went as far as babies and doctors killing/ almost killing people.
I work at a daycare with infants.
One of our baby girls is fat, in the 99th percentile for her age. She is super cute and sweet. Lately, she has been sick with various breathing issues, so she has been reluctant to take her bottles. Normally, she’ll take 4 ounces of formula at lunch and 8 ounces in the afternoon. Today, I was lucky to get to her take 5 all day.
There was a substitute covering a lunch break in my classroom today. We emphasized to her that we need to keep trying to get the baby to drink her bottle until she finished it. She said, “Why are you guys so worried about taking her bottle?”
My coworker replied, “That’s where all her nutrients are. She needs the nutrients and the water.”
To which the substitute replied, “But she’s so fat. She doesn’t need it.”
Thin privilege is a small, pretty baby getting better childcare because the caretaker doesn’t think she’s too fat to be allowed to eat.
are you okay or are you also thinking about the way great stayed and protected his mom is probably the way he wished she would've stayed and protected him? that for once she would've chosen him instead of herself and her greed?
Mosquito Hawks are the smallest known birds of prey. Stripped down to the barest possible necessities for sustaining flight, these minuscule predators sport only four feathers and an incredibly simplified digestive system. Unusually for birds, these hyper-efficient insectivores do not care for their eggs! Instead their young are left to hatch and fight for life at the water’s edge, feeding on any insect larvae that draw near.
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Okay I wanna make something clear right here and now kiddo:
✨You are not responsible for your parents.✨
If they fight, have problems, can't get along, disagree, play mind games, manipulate each other, or are even just passive aggressive or don't communicate well, whatever it is is not your fault. Don't feel like you have to help or fix them, especially not at the cost of your own mental health and well-being. Don't feel like you have to be there for them to vent at or dump their problems on, especially if they're complaints about each other. You are NOT to blame for their complications.
This goes for anybody in your life of course, but dealing with the need to support the people who are meant to be your support system is something I see all too often.
You were NOT brought into this world to be miserable on other people's behalf. You cannot fix people, they have to work on themselves.
Especially if those people are your parents.
I'd like to take a moment to give a little love to kids who grew up with Passive Aggressive Parents/Guardians
A little love to the kids whose parents dumped their problems they had with each other on you instead of confronting each other.
A little love to the kids who felt they had to be the messenger, mediator, and couple's therapist for their parents because they couldn't communicate with each other.
A little love to kids who had to play guessing games to try and figure out what their parents wanted from them.
A little love to the kids who felt very lucky to be in a household where their parents rarely yelled and fought until they realized that there was always tension hanging in the air of unspoken arguments.
A little love to the kids who felt the weight of the tension on their shoulders and were anxious and stressed and sad because of it.
A little love to the kids who winced every time their parents would smile and laugh while talking about their frustrations instead of being straightforward about their feelings.
A little love to the kids who realized they internalized all these traits and saw how it hurt themselves and the people they had relationships with.
A little love to the kids who are slowly trying to work the passivity out of their system, better their confrontation skills, and communicate better because they've seen what it does to people.
You are strong and I send you my love and support.
Throwback TUESDAY TIME HONIEEEESSS. <3
This is a pivotal moment in the life of this young child. He will truly be a sad boy from this point on, and may take years of therapy to recover from this mean mother. But that's life, eh? heheehe
Turning Over a New Leaf
Turning Over a New Leaf
The Faeries are back, when a middle aged woman going on a walk makes a rather startling discovery. Its not all so straight forward though, how do you explain to your husband of 20 years that you rather spend your days with the Fae, than taking care of your daughter, what will he think? She picked a leaf up from the ground and quickly suspected that somewhere between where she left her house and…
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I will have a home one day. It will be warm, and it will be safe. It will have large windows so that it never feels like a prison. It will have comfort and light and colours, and there will be joy echoing off of each of the walls. There will be no shouting in my home. There will be no violence, no harsh words, no abuse ... it will be safe, and it will be my home.
Lukewarm take: if you feel the need to prove that you are better or more powerful that anyone who is demonstratively weaker than you already, you're a fucking loser
I hate how I grew up so much. I was 9 and writing “I’m going to kill myself” on every page in my notebook because I was scared of my parents after making my little brother cry. I was 10 and considering myself the “authors note” in a school project because I felt forgotten and ignored. I was 11 and looking myself in the mirror telling myself “no boy wants to kiss a girl with acne. No boy will want to hug me if I’m not skinny.” What the fuck.