wanna know what a cow looks like washed and blow dried?
that is what a cow looks like washed and blow dried
“How was your day?”
“Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe”
“How are you?”
“I hope you’re feeling better”
“Have a good day today!”
“I miss you”
“Can you come over?”
“Can I come over?”
“Can I see you?”
“Can I call you?”
“Want something to drink?”
“Watch your step”
“Let’s watch a movie”
“What are you up to?”
“How is your day so far?”
“It will be okay”
“I’m here for you”
“Do you need anything?”
“Are you hungry?”
“I just wanted to hear your voice”
“You just made my day”
You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.
my grandfather and my great aunt both spoke 6 languages fluently and I remember hearing them have a conversation and they would switch languages mid sentence because what they were describing could be more succinctly said in a different language and that’s so cool if I want to express that something is really great I will say the word hella before an adjective
I love running, I have for years.
For awhile, though, I ran for all the wrong reasons. I ran to lose weight. Generally my sole purpose for working out in any way was to lose weight. Pushups, sit ups, wall sits, planks, runs, for hours and hours… slowly all but running got worked out of my routine because I wanted calories and weight gone, and muscle could go with it if it meant getting the number on the scale to go even an ounce lower.
And when I started recovery, I had to give up a lot of things. I became too scared to work out, because when I ran or did whatever else, my mind reverted back to old patterns of thought. Working out was equated to losing weight, to disordered thoughts… for quite some time. It’s only been recently actually that I’ve felt comfortable enough and stable enough to start it up again…
It’s been amazing though :)
Now, I run for the joy of running.
I run because I am thankful that my body is able.
The body is capable of such amazing things… and I have been so neglectful of it. On my run today I couldn’t stop thinking about how thankful I am for how much my body can do, and how sorry I was to have wasted that potential for so long. I am sorry that I spent so much time hating this body, so much time disgracing it, so much time purposely hurting it, so much time starving it, so much time depriving it of its purposes. Fueling myself every day can still be hard, but I am learning slowly but surely how to choose foods and to eat without regret and to even look forward to foods— even foods I once feared. and because I eat well, I run well. I am able to treat my body with care finally… and it feels amazing.
I am so thankful to finally be getting to this point. and I know there will be ups and downs to come— because I have ups and downs all the time. I am just thankful to see how far I’ve come.