Chelsea Jean. 20 years old. ISFJ.
Absolutely entirely in love with my
skinny Noodle boy.
fat [and loving it]. feedee. gainer. ommetaphobic. human. broken.
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I’ve been wanting this to be a thing, I just can’t ever seem to get my shit together to meet up with people.
I agree. I’d love to meet you and Michael and Amber :)
I’m in Kentucky, am I invited? :[
A meet-up would be fantastic if we could ever set one up! And John, of course you’d be invited. :p
agreekdoctor replied to your post: amberaphrasia replied to your photoset: So because…
May I just say that perhaps an Ohio Tumblr Feedist get-together needs to become a thing?
ahhhhh that would be so fun!
May I just say… Those eyes? (Said in the same tone of voice as “dat ass”). And then might I also be permitted to say “Dat belly?” :P But seriously, you have very beautiful eyes. :)
You’re making me blush! =] Thanks Stavros! They’re my most-complimented feature, and I like them myself…particularly because they’re what caught Michael’s attention, too. :P He was the one that was meant to see the love in my eyes. Gah. I am so lucky. :3
Aw babe. I’m here for you.
You always are darling. <3 Thank you. =]
*hugs* Hope you feel better soon!
Thanks Stavros! -hugs back- I think my body is really just tired of the over-or-under-production of every hormone I’ve got. It’s been a while (read: never) since it’s been in stasis and now I’m sick and I’ve got my period and just started a new pack of birth control and I’m taking my lamotrigine as a mood stabilizer but my head just really hurts and so does everything else. So hopefully sleep will fix all of that by the time I have to go to work in the morning.
where are you movin’ to? :O
Ohio, with Michael! :D
Pack what you can in your luggage and then mail or ship whatever doesn’t fit the airline’s weight limits? Can’t you get boxes from work to ship stuff in? Might be cheaper that way.
I probably can, I just don’t have a car or time, really. And I don’t have a way to weigh my luggage either. I don’t really need to take that much with me, because mostly what I’ll be wearing are work clothes, anyway, and I’ll be back here in December and April. I just don’t want to have to spend any more than I have to on this end of it. Trying to find an apartment will be my top priority, basically, once I’m out there. I’ll figure it out, I know that. It’s just that I only have a few days to do so. xD
agreekdoctor replied to your post: Wow, what some of those people said to you was not okay in any way, shape, or form. I know you already know what I think of fat bodies. But I applaud you for the courage you showed in posting that picture that so clearly highlights the scars all over your body. Scars that were in part caused by once hating yourself and your body. You are proof that people can move beyond that and love themselves for who and what they are. Kudos.
I stand corrected on the hating your body part. False assumption on my part. I apologize.
apology absolutely accepted. =]
THIS. IS. UNACCEPTABLE!
That is seriously impressive. Nice job.
Thanks Stavros! :D
agreekdoctor replied to your post: This is how my mental illnesses have worked on me today:
*hugs* Sounds like you do need a break from your family. Sometimes getting away from your family helps your relationship with them. Also sorry to hear about the loss of your grandmother.
It’s okay. My grandma was 94 when she died. It’s been two weeks now. The flowers were a little late…but it was nice [and the policy] of WalMart to send them to us either way.
But as for all of the other stuff, yes. I let myself get overwhelmed and feel guilty for wanting to leave when the atmosphere I’ve been in is suffocating me. I’ve daydreamed of running away more times than I can count, but I’m extraordinarily codependent and afraid of goodbyes.
So I’m trying to do something about it, and a lot of people (read: my family) are trying to make me feel bad about making adult decisions for my own life.
We live in a tightly-knit family. We have roughly 10 family reunions a year. My mom lives 25 miles from her parents, 4 minutes away from her twin sister, my Aunt Debbie. My cousins (who are very well-off, financially, and could live almost anywhere) live a street over from Aunt Debbie [their mother.] And I mean that my 36 year old cousin lives with her 29 year old sister and her husband and two daughters. If we aren’t here or at WalMart, we’re at one of their houses. And, when I lived with my grandparents, I had three sets of aunts and uncles and my cousins living on the same street! They’re still there! [And this is all only on my mom’s side; my ‘father’s’ family lives around here too.]
I grew up moving all over the place. This house that I’ve been in for five years is the longest I’ve ever stayed, anywhere. And it isn’t home. I’m old enough and it’s time for me to go, but I have this deep, ingrained need for reassurance that leaving this kind of family atmosphere is healthy. I keep getting told that I “don’t have enough appreciation for my family” and that “they’re the only people that have been there for me through everything.”
It’s because they’re the only people that have known me long enough, been around me long enough, to have done anything. And if I take them for granted, it’s because I don’t just visit them - I live with them.
I think you’re right, doc. Getting away will help me a lot. If this transfer doesn’t go through, I’ll find another job and move anyway. I am so very tired of being here.
“Tumblring in my tent” sounds like it should be the title of a song or something. :)
Looks like I’ve met a Chesley now. You could have a name like mine, though. Among the usual “Stravos, Starvos, and Starvus” I’ve been called Starburst and Star Wars. :)
You will now forever be Dr. Star Wars to me. Haha. xD
I know, I shouldn’t complain. It’s just that my name is easy, and there’s really only three ways that I’ve ever seen it spelled, and phonetics just makes it impossible for the S to be before the L.
Because you’re pretty nice yourself and you deserve everyone being nice to you. :)
-sigh- You guys all rock. =3
agreekdoctor replied to your photo: I don’t know if you can see the picture that well,…
200 lbs in five years? That’s about 40 lbs a year.
That was without actively trying to gain though…
and the past 40 pounds has been over about six months. :3
I got lucky, especially because I can gain very quickly without my cholesterol and blood sugar going through the roof, at least according to my blood tests. =3 and my blood pressure is right where it should be! [Just going to mention here though that people who gain and do happen to have bad cholesterol levels and high blood sugar and blood pressure aren’t worse off than me! I’m just glad that there are no signs of diabetes for me yet.]
The last two pounds you gained were brought to you by Ben & Jerry’s :)
I like the way you think, doctor. :P
but also there were some Keebler Frosted Animal Cookies in the mix too. And for supper earlier I had mozzarella sticks with salsa and cheesy bacony fries with (Denny’s) ranch and onion rings and red and orange peppers (raw because yum!) and watermelon and I also had a raspberry tuxedo brownie. But that was to make up for only having pasta salad for lunch.
I can just eat all of the things all of the time and I wish I had my love here to feed me. Not now, because I’m stuffed.
but maybe if he was jiggling me…. ;]