if you are a skinny/”health” vegan that questions us vegans who aren’t skinny about the validity of our veganism solely based off of our physical appearances then you ain’t shit and you should learn some fucking manners.
If you’re a skinny/”healthy” vegan who fat OR skinny shames other people, you should still learn some manners. My diet, weight, life choices are none of your fucking business. You have no right, or reason, to decide if anyone else is “healthy/unhealthy.”
I’ve been slacking on my journaling lately, which is fine so far. But, as usual, I’m noticing the ever-so-subtle and slow descent. Work has just been crazy busy, along with life, lately and the last thing I really want to do is recount it all—in writing—over my lunch breaks. That also means that my daily gratitude and self-care lists have gone down the drain too. Mentally noting these things doesn’t work quite the same. For the time being, this may be where the latter two happen to live.
• Boyfriend’s slightly large Royals tee to celebrate the first post-season in our baseball history for the last 3 decades!
• Warmth combo of my favorite army green military-ish jacket and grey zip-up hoodie.
• NOT picking off my chipping nail polish to keep the orange/black Halloween theme banging.
• Minimal makeup so I don’t look entirely like a zombie, and feel kind of cute.
• LUNCH…even though I should work thru it.
• Lyra class after work—been out of the workout game too long!
• Boyfriend being home from hospital, getting better and attempting to sleep with me even though he’s terrified the cat will dominate his wounds.
• My bosses being super chill with all my work-missing, tardiness nonsense the last week because of boyfriends and cats needing medical attention.
• Pumpkin cookies, more accurately my Grandma for making them a deliciously happy Fall tradition.
We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.Ernest Hemingway (via vvolare)