catching fire was really good
i’m so glad they stayed so close to the book
now i hope they change mockingjay completely
hey sheldon, what’s up?
the ceiling, of course
[extensively long laugh track, continuing on for minutes, breaking on hours. audience members are slowly dying of laughter, unable to stop. the actors want to cry out in grief for them to stop, but they are on set. it is a massive tragedy]
(Source: gay8, via fake-mermaid)
We are not our bodies. Our souls are not our stomachs. Our brains are not our butts. A lot of women have lost track of the truth that how we feel about our bodies does not have to be indicative about how we feel about ourselves. My friend’s therapist recently asked her , “So how are you?” She answered, “Oh I’m play, feeling kind of fat this week.”
“No, but how are you ?” he asked again.
“What do you mean?” she questioned. “I just answered that.”
“No, but how are you?” he asked for a third time.
“I’m okay, I told you,” she spat back, frustrated with what appeared to be a weird psychological game.
“You realise that you are not your body?” he finally explained. “You realise that your body is only one aspect of who you are?”
“Yeah, of course I…” She was stunned speechless.
This exchange was a revelation to me. I could feel completely fat and out of shape and gluttonous but say to myself, Man, I feel bad about my body right now, but I feel great about my career and my relationships and my talents and my intellect and my…and my…and my… Almost every girl I know lives as if how she feels about her body is representative of how she feels about everything else. It doesn’t matter how successful or in love or at peace she is in the rest of her life, if she feels overweight, she is unhappy.
Perfect Girls, Starving Daughters, Courtney E Martin