I want her booty and calves!

I don’t want to be thin….
I want to be lean.
I don’t want to be “skinny”…
I want to be fit.
I don’t want to be a size 0….
I want to be a size healthy.
I don’t want to avoid the mirror….
I want to see my hard work.
I’m not doing this for attention or compliments…
I’m doing this for me.

Shits about to get real…

whimsikalillumination:

relright:

adelightfuldilemma:

Aww, this was too inspirational of a picture to not reblog. I love the smile on her face and how she’s so confident and happy with herself, like we should all be :)

a reminder to myself and others

i bought an adorable bandeau bikini from target for this year :))) since i can’t find my bathingsuit from last summer…

reformationx:

This is Adelaide, the niece of one of my really good friends. She was born 3 months prematurely and after struggling for about five months, she’s passed away May 4th. Addie never left the NICU, and in her five months she had about four surgeries. Although she was always in pain she was always smiling and happy- she was definitely a fighter. In the end the hospital bills really piled up so the family is trying to raise money to help with the cost, and even the smallest amount helps. I’m not associated with the family but I would really appreciate if Tumblr could help out even just a little bit; it would mean everything and more.

Click here to donate

Even if you can’t donate, please take two seconds to pass this on. Thank you very, very, much.

onefitmodel:

We enter a little coffeehouse with a friend of mine and give our order. While we’re aproaching our table two people come in and they go to the counter:
‘Five coffees, please. Two of them for us and three suspended’ They pay for their order, take the two and leave. 

I ask my friend: “What are those ‘suspended’ coffees?”
My friend: “Wait for it and you will see.”

Some more people enter. Two girls ask for one coffee each, pay and go. The next order was for seven coffees and it was made by three lawyers - three for them and four ‘suspended’. While I still wonder what’s the deal with those ‘suspended’ coffees I enjoy the sunny weather and the beautiful view towards the square infront of the café. Suddenly a man dressed in shabby clothes who looks like a beggar comes in throught the door and kindly asks
‘Do you have a suspended coffee ?’

It’s simple - people pay in advance for a coffee meant for someone who can not afford a warm bevarage. The tradition with the suspended coffees started in Naples, but it has spread all over the world and in some places you can order not only a suspended coffee, but also a sandwitch or a whole meal.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful to have such cafés or even grocery stores in every town where the less fortunate will find hope and support ? If you own a business why don’t you offer it to your clients… I am sure many of them will like it.

 

There are times in life when my house is a mess, my kids are crazy, my husband is at work, my friends are far away, and my sister is in class so I can’t call to vent, and they all happen at the same time. These are the times I need to step back and thank God for giving me all this crazy. I know that sounds weird but if you look at it in the right light I should be thankful for all of these things, even when they all happen at once.

I should be thankful my house is messy at times, because it means that we are all to busy making memories and time for each other to worry about being messy.

I should be thankful my kids are crazy because it means they can run on their own two feet, sometimes on all fours (Ha Ha), laugh without caring who hears it, scream without gasping for breath, and enjoy each other and the moment they are in.

I should be thankful my husband is away at work because it means he is employed and we have a steady paycheck to cover the bills, buy food, put clothes on our backs.

I should be thankful I have friends that are far away because it means distance doesn’t matter to those who care about you. It shows no matter how far I am from them and they from me that we have a bond that distance doesn’t break.

I should be thankful that my sister isn’t always there to pick up the phone when I want to vent because it means she is in class getting a higher education, or spending time with her beautiful children, or enjoying the world around her.

I should be more thankful for all of these things and other things I find bothersome or a burden. I should be looking at the positives in life instead of the negatives. Life is rough, but only if you let it be….

Here are some interesting facts about him, though:

• He basically saved public television. In 1969 the government wanted to cut public television funds. Mister Rogers then went to Washington where he gave an amazing merely six minute speech. By the end of the speech not only did he charm the hostile Senators, he got them to double the budget they would have initially cut down. The whole thing can be found on youtube, a video called “Mister Rogers defending PBS to the US Senate.”

• “Certain fundamentalist preachers hated him because, apparently not getting the “kindest man who ever lived” memo, they would ask him to denounce homosexuals. Mr. Rogers’s response? He’d pat the target on the shoulder and say, “God loves you just as you are.” Rogers even belonged to a “More Light” congregation in Pittsburgh, a part of the Presbyterian Church dedicated to welcoming LGBT persons to full participation in the church.”

• According to a TV Guide piece on him, Fred Rogers drove a plain old Impala for years. One day, however, the car was stolen from the street near the TV station. When Rogers filed a police report, the story was picked up by every newspaper, radio and media outlet around town. Amazingly, within 48 hours the car was left in the exact spot where it was taken from, with an apology on the dashboard. It read, “If we’d known it was yours, we never would have taken it.”

• Once, on a fancy trip up to a PBS exec’s house, he heard the limo driver was going to wait outside for 2 hours, so he insisted the driver come in and join them (which flustered the host). On the way back, Rogers sat up front, and when he learned that they were passing the driver’s home on the way, he asked if they could stop in to meet his family. According to the driver, it was one of the best nights of his life—the house supposedly lit up when Rogers arrived, and he played jazz piano and bantered with them late into the night. Further, like with the reporters, Rogers sent him notes and kept in touch with the driver for the rest of his life.

 Some of the people I thought I would be friends with forever and we would share everything, not so true anymore. The people who I really didn’t care to much for are amazing friends now. It’s a weird thing to have a close friendship dwindle to a friendship of “convenience”… Not exactly the right description but it works too… And have some friendships that weren’t really friendships to start out with, blossom into them. Food for thought….