Hana. 18. Biomedical sciences major. Vegetarian. Recover[ed]. Passionate about health, fitness, and nutrition, but I am not a fitblr.
My ask is always open <3
Gretchen Rubin (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
Hands that hollow hearts
with fingers rough and calloused
from a sandpaper world
have hardly the tender ambition
to fasten the stars
as stitches for the open sores
of their careless caress.
Things I did not know, but should.
This is a post that might save a life.
My mom worked for 25 years as an ER nurse and is convinced that a lot of women die simply because folks only know heart attack symptoms that occur in males.
Society thinks our bodies are so scandalous that it’s better to put our lives at risk than to show us how to stay safe
any vegans on here who eat eggs that are from free range chickens or that you own?
I’m vegetarian (vegans don’t eat animal byproducts whatsoever) and we get eggs from our neighbors. They (the chickens) live on 2 acres of land and are absolutely adorable!
I may/may not have a side blog specifically for my pre-MD/PhD journey.
Sometimes, I want to but a bullet in my brain.
I stress and stress and stress under so much going on, and as soon as I catch my breath, my brain thinks it’s alright to add more.
Take an extra class this summer on top of your already existing courses…
Pick up a second job because you know you need to…
Hurry up and write that statement and submit it or you’ll lose your opportunity…
Sign up for 20,000 volunteering organizations because you want to do it all…
What about a double major? What about officially declaring 3 minors? What about this? What about that?
And don’t forget to do this, this, and this…
The list is never ending and my thoughts are always spinning.
I better get back to my lab work.
The past few days I’ve been able to squeeze in a couple of miles here and there and it has just been fantastic. What a relief!
I don’t know what asshole invented the idea that teenage girls are the cause for all evil, but I really hope that person never has to raise one. I don’t want him to see her dissolve in his fingers as society tells her to eat less, be thinner, be the damsel in distress, be something for a man to fix, be different but not too different, be special but never ever a special snowflake - I don’t want him to watch as she realizes that no matter what she loves, she’ll be made fun of for it. She can simply like her coffee from Starbucks and suddenly she’s vapid and thinks herself poetic. She’ll want to play video games but be called a fake nerd, particularly if she poses in any remotely flirtatious way because for some reason despite the entire community playing games with poorly dressed women they still hate it when a real girl wears less clothing, she will be seen as trespassing in a specifically male space - but when she falls in love with a female-based television show for children, she’ll watch as men step on themselves to sexualize it. If she wants old-fashion romance she’s seen as being naive but at the same time is told to keep herself ‘pure’ for some dude that might not hurt her. If she admits to being anything, she makes herself a target. She will be told her worth is based on how much a man values her. She might love to cook but she’ll hate being asked to stay in the kitchen, she might love to read but get told she’s too introverted by half the population and ‘not that special’ by the other. If she loves to go out and party, she’s ‘just another college co-ed,’ if she loves to spend her friday nights watching anime, she’s a shut-in. God forbid she be proud of something: the words “I’m different from other girls” are a death sentence because we live in a society that doesn’t want to see women like that, a society that doesn’t like the idea maybe we all are actually different and not carbon copies of each other, maybe we all would like to feel unique and loved and worth knowing - maybe the real problem is that she will be raised to believe being a girl means silicone and photoshop and dying as a way to move forwards a plot - and she doesn’t want to be seen as that. When she says “I’m not like other girls,” she means she’s not like the girls she sees on tv, these invented two-dimensional creatures that say one line and then get chased down by monsters.
She can try all she likes. She’ll be shut down at every single fucking turn. What she doesn’t know is that they’re getting her ready for when she’s grown up because she’ll be so used to being stepped on she’ll just give up. Why respect women when you don’t even respect little girls?
And when she is burning up, when she mentions that her insides are volcanoes and her skin is too thin to contain them: she will be told she is hysterical, that she’s doing it for attention.
I don’t want him to watch as she shuts down, as she learns to live as a paradox, I don’t want him to see her rip herself to shreds in order to be perfect, I don’t want him to realize that there’s no way she’ll get help because she’s only doing what she’s told.
Teenage girls aren’t the downfall of society, society is the downfall of teenage girls. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)