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Type One Diabetic trying to get my a1C in a good range and get fit and healthy. In recovery from Diabulima (NOT pro-ED). The mix of diabetes and an eating disorder have made getting fit/losing weight VERY challenging (I'll explain more in my "About Me"), but I'm committed to doing my best now! God willing, with His grace, I will succeed.
I'm loving myself and my body, not trying to punish it out of hatred! I want to be glowing with health.
Any encouragement is appreciated, and I'd love to have others to support : ) Please message me, especially if you're a type 1!
See my "Progress" page for stats.

(via wooaahhh)
This is the perfect picture to show anyone that’s afraid of recovery because of weight gain. Honestly, look at Demi.
She gained weight and recovered, so what?
She’s glowing, she looks feminine, she looks 1000x more confident and she just looks more… alive.
Recovery is worth it.
She looks alive.
Favorite post on tumblr
(via nota-snogbox)
There once was a young boy with a very bad temper. The boy’s father wanted to teach him a lesson, so he gave him a bag of nails and told him that every time he lost his temper he must hammer a nail into their wooden fence.
On the first day of this lesson, the little boy had driven 37 nails into the fence. He was really mad!
Over the course of the next few weeks, the little boy began to control his temper, so the number of nails that were hammered into the fence dramatically decreased.
It wasn’t long before the little boy discovered it was easier to hold his temper than to drive those nails into the fence.
Then, the day finally came when the little boy didn’t lose his temper even once, and he became so proud of himself, he couldn’t wait to tell his father.
Pleased, his father suggested that he now pull out one nail for each day that he could hold his temper.
Several weeks went by and the day finally came when the young boy was able to tell his father that all the nails were gone.
Very gently, the father took his son by the hand and led him to the fence.
“You have done very well, my son,” he smiled, “but look at the holes in the fence. The fence will never be the same.”
The little boy listened carefully as his father continued to speak.
“When you say things in anger, they leave permanent scars just like these. And no matter how many times you say you’re sorry, the wounds will still be there.”
Wow. Yeah.
(via losing-every-extra-pound)
(via considerthishippie)
All these lovely ladies weigh 154lbs. We all carry weight differently, don’t live your life by an outdated chart. Find a number that looks and feels good.
TAKE A GOOD LOOK. WEIGHT COMES IN DIFFERENT SHAPES AND SIZES.
I know jlaw can be problematic, but this speaks to me on a fundamental level lol

Saw this somewhere else and felt the need to post it cause no one else ever really tells you this stuff
My mom never really noticed. She noticed when she was breast feeding my little brother and blood started coming out instead of milk.
My mom said she felt and saw a little lump in the shower. She was lucky enough she found it at stage 2
My mom had a mammogram. The radiologist thought the spots were just regular calcium deposits.
Turns out it was triple negative breast cancer that had spread to her lymph nods. Mastectomy, radiation and chemo saved her life.
This could SAVE a life.
(via quotesaboutfools)
[TW: EATING DISORDERS] “It Ain’t Skinny They Hate” - a slam poem about thin privilege
(this is my first time so I’m sorry if it’s terrible)
(also I know over-apologizing is somewhat of a turn off)
(but shh I’m Canadian it’s in my nature)
Every now and then I get told to
“Eat a sandwich!”
“Where’s your meat?”
“You’re all skin and bones, put some more on your plate!”
I don’t like it, but
it ain’t skinny they hate
I see the crusty-pixelled saved and resaved facebook jpegs
“Real men like curves, only dogs go for bones!”
and no I don’t wanna see it
especially when I got small tits
and wish
I had an ass that didn’t stab people’s laps
when I sit on them, but
it ain’t skinny they hate
and I know skinny isn’t always strong
skinny isn’t immune to pinching itself
glaring at itself
loathing, over-working, and starving itself
and spewing its breakfast in the washroom at school
but it isn’t because they’re running from skinny
it’s because they’re running from fat
and no they’re not always polite
but they could be on the defense
trying to cope with the privileges fat’s denied, and skinny’s afforded
can you blame them?
if you didn’t understand
why why why why
all your life
the body you were born into isn’t regarded as inherently RIGHT
I get told to eat a sandwich
my baby sister gets to grow up
compared to me, who didn’t diet or exercise
but is told that she HAS to diet and exercise
to look like me
that she wasn’t fine and perfect just the way she was
with chubby arms bared in a sundress
dipping cookies
into a glass of milk
on the front porch
like it’s so fucking taboo to have told her
she doesn’t need to improve
that her body was just as okay as mine
and I don’t know what that’s like
to be policed for my size
to be punished by society, including those who love me
for, of all things, my weight
because
it ain’t skinny they hateWell, Farrah made me cry.
When thin people get, omg. This was great.
Beautiful! I love this chick!
Beautiful..