in 2016 i wanna fall in love with my body like i can fall in love with space and trees and oceans
i wanna look at myself with awe and reverence
i wanna treat my body with respect and compassion
come on 2016
I work at Starbucks and yesterday night these two big Italian men come in and order some coffees so I ask for the first guys name and he says in his thick Italian accent that it’s Mario. I’m thinking ok that’s a pretty common name for a middle aged Italian dude. But then his friend orders an when I ask his name he says its Luigi
and I can’t help it
I giggle a little to which Luigi says to his friend Mario “I told you she’d get it” and that’s the story of how I got memed on by two middle aged Italian men on Christmas eve
sorry i’m depressing, it’s the depression
When someone’s advice is to just “deal with it”
That’s… that’s really not helpful. Wow, I can’t even express how unhelpful that is.
400% of mental illness is thinking this is probably just how hard life is for everyone and you just can’t handle it because you’re a whiny baby who isn’t trying hard enough.