This is the story of an internet dweller named Narbhelz, also known as Nova, and his adventures. Tune in every week to find out what happens next.
My shrimp is so weird like when I touch it, it changes colors and kinda spasms sometimes idk
like it was kinda pinkish and then it turned red and now its yellow
and it has a stripe that wasn’t there before
MY PET SHRIMP
Ok so I want to discuss body image issues. Thats me on top, that’s how my body looks. More often than not, when I look in the mirror I feel like the 2nd pic because I don’t look like the last 4 pics. I’m a tall guy so gaining weight is always an issue for me which did nothing to help my issues. Growing up, I was told constantly that I was too skinny from my family to the women in my life. I remember in high school I was on the basketball team and we did shirts vs skins and I would go out of my way to be on the shirts team (I was yelled at by teammates and bystanders to keep my shirt on previously). That pretty much kicked it into overdrive; I wouldn’t go to the beach or pool, wore big shirts underneath my jerseys, just took measures to make sure no one would see my body. It wasn’t until I was around 20 (24 now) that I started being a little bit ok with myself. Maybe it was because I started seeing results of my workouts but I just stopped caring so much about other’s opinions so much.
The reason I mentioned all of this is because I often see people mention how the media and society affects women’s body image and either dismiss or ignore men’s issues. Men are absolutely affected by media and society, we just don’t get to talk about. ..well I say screw that. Body positivity shouldn’t only be for women, we need it too because we are all human. If you think it’s just women then I implore you to read these links:
Here is a personal account of body image issues from a huffpost blogger:
It’s time we take this as seriously as we do for women, this is not a gendered issue.
who remembers theseOK LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS LITTLE BITCH RIGHT HERE OK SO WHEN I WAS SEVEN I WAS ALL UP AND INVESTED, I HAD THE OTHER HOUSES TOO THAT SHE WOULD GO IN AND TALK TO HER STUPID FUCKING FRIENDS RIGHT WELL THEN AFTER A WHILE I STOPPED PLAYING AND A YEAR LATER I PICKED IT BACK UP THE HOUSE WAS QUIET AND COVERED IN FUCKIN COB WEBS, ALL THAT COULD BE HEARD WAS A SLOW CREAKING FROM THE STAIRS THE LIGHTS FLICKERED AND THIS FUCKING BITCH LOOKED LIKE SHE HADHELL TO PAY SHE WASN’T MOVING OR SAYING ANYTHING SHE JUST LOOKED AT ME WITH A SCOWL HER CLOTHES WERE TORN AND DUSTY AND SHE JUST LOOKED BEAT THE FUCK UP I WAS SO AFRAID I FUCKING SHUT THAT SHIT OFF AND NEVER PICKED IT BACK UP AGAIN FUCK THIS BITCH
Let’s be real, in a time before the internet people didn’t have more adventures and make more meaningful connections. They watched TV and listened to CDs. Before that they listened to records and read magazines. Before that they listened to the radio and read bad dime novels. Before that they embroidered or some shit.
People have been staying inside and ignoring other people for as long as there have been buildings.