Dear Coquette,After getting out of a relationship, why does everyone seem so unappealing?
Puppet shows are no fun when all you can see are the strings.
mind=blown. THIS WOMAN IS A GENIUS.
(Source: thedailyfeed, via dearcoquette)
I literally hate my body. I’m eighteen and I’ve been overweight (not seriously, but just slightly) since childhood. The last year or so I lost about twenty pounds but I just can never be happy with where I am. I am a totally average weight now and eat healthy, work out regularly, etc. but I just cannot get over my utter lack of confidence. How the hell do I get over this crap enough to live my life happily and confidently? And of course growing up will help, but I need something more short term!
Bitch, if I had a short term solution to teenage body issues, I could rid the world of Proactiv commercials while making it rain Oprah money. Unfortunately, none of you little twits think I’m serious when I tell you to burn your fucking magazines and boycott every toxic source of unattainable beauty standards.There is no magic to this, and the truth you’ll never believe is that you look fine. Hell, at eighteen you’re pretty much hot by default. You’re not a fucking runway model, but you’re not a dumpster troll either, and that’s just life in the 99%.
If you can’t be happy with where you are, tough shit. You’ll be miserable right up until you quit missing the point. In the meantime, try and remember that confidence isn’t a byproduct of body image, and happiness and beauty aren’t even close to being the same fucking thing.
The Coquette (the anonymous young woman behind Coketalk) might be the closest thing I have to an idol, in terms of her intellect, pithy wisdom, and general philosophy on life. True statement, y’all. If you ain’t followin’ I don’t even know WHAT to tell you, ugh, get on that shit already
(Source: dearcoquette)
hi, i'm mary-kate. i initially got on tumblr as a wide-eyed freshman to post sunny photos i took in my everyday life, but now i'm still here on this website at 22, reblogging memes and using phrases like "reblogging memes". the internet is fucking weird, and we love it, don't we? oh, yes we do.
about me? i'm a slacker in college--excuse me, i mean senior in college--and waitress extraordinaire*. i like most people, so that means i probably like you, statistically speaking. i am a communication studies major at emerson college who would rather mediate conflicts than publicize relations. i think that it's not about the destination, but the journey. that's why i expand my brain with the Metro crossword during my daily public transportation endeavors. i almost always thank the bus driver when i get off the bus, but never thank the T conductor. i mean, he doesn't even have to steer the thing.
*"extraordinaire" is the french word for "spilly and forgetful" right?
