I love my grandmothers. They are both wonderful if very different people.
There is one thing they say though, that makes me angry. Not at them, at the world they grew up in. At the world we live in.
I went home for Thanksgiving. And both of them, one of the first things they said to me, after “it’s nice to see you” was…
"You look really good! Have you lost weight?"
Both of them, almost verbatim.
I have sort of the opposite problem, for a couple reasons. Firstly, I’m a twig, so there are always people who either comment on how skinny I am or pester me to eat more so I put some weight on. I also can’t cook to save my life, so I rely on foods that I can’t botch up too badly (pasta, frozen veggies, things that you stick in the oven for x minutes and then eat, etc.) and I’ll be the first to admit that there have been plenty of days where I’ve eaten mostly pasta. I really, really don’t need anybody else to comment on that. If I had the energy and skill to cook myself something else, I would do it.
Eli’s right - stuff like this really does get stuck in your brain. There have been days where my roommate’s in and when I contemplate making myself some food, I refrain because I don’t want to have to field any commentary on it. I avoid eating in front of people when I can because I don’t want to be picked at for how much I eat and how I eat it.
People who pester me: you see a dainty bird when I eat because eating in front of people makes me nervous because of people like you. I eat carefully because I hate getting food on myself, not for any other reason. Trust me, I can pack food away if I’m comfortable and it’s there to be eaten. Just because I’m twiggy doesn’t mean I have a bloody eating disorder.
I withdraw my consent from evil.
I withdraw my consent from war.
I withdraw my consent from violence. From hatred. From malice.
I withdraw my consent from these. In my actions. In my thought. In my choices.
I withdraw my consent from evil. Forever. — Avedoi Merek (Curious Lives, Richard Bach)
a fairytale were a young girl is kidnapped and forced to marry a demon king and instead of being like no! never! shes like fine as long as i get to help you destroy and hes like lol cool but soon shes doing a bit too much and her husband king is like okay enough power and shes like bye see you in the dungeon and hes like what and hes dragged away cause now everyone is more loyal to her and she reigns over the underworld and the surface world with a cold iron fist
I want to write this now.
Strength is being able to crush a tomato.
Dexterity is being able to dodge a tomato.
Constitution is being able to eat a bad tomato.
Intelligence is knowing a tomato is a fruit.
Wisdom is knowing not to put a tomato in a fruit salad.
Charisma is being able to sell a tomato based fruit salad.