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Ask me whatever you like :)   Hi, I am a 23 year old Danish girl named Trine, who post random really awesome stuff (if I do say so myself). I mostly post stuff about my fandoms (Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, Star Wars just to name some major fews), and about fatspo and feminism.


If your kneejerk reaction to seeing a fat person doing something active, such as running on a treadmill, is to think of that person as ‘a beginner,’ or ‘just starting their journey,’ then you have some self-reflecting to do.

Fat bodies are not inherently ‘beginner’ bodies.

Fat people are not inherently ‘just starting their journey.’

Get that biased shit out of here.

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— 9 hours ago with 539 notes


I found these gifs I made a while back for a site that’s not running anymore, so I thought I’d post them here. It’s a description of psychiatric symptoms and states of mind using a pink box and some other stuff. 

(Source: rubyetc, via fiercer-every-day)

— 16 hours ago with 93276 notes

I will always tell people that it’s okay to eat.
Friends, Family, Neighbours, Strangers… Anyone.

'Of course it's okay to have another slice of cake!'

'What's a few extra calories gonna do?'

'If you're still hungry have something else!'

I would never shun someone for choosing cheesecake over crisp bread, or milkshake over filter coffee.
I do not define the human race by the numbers they consume.

Why can I not say the same for myself.

There’s a devil on my shoulder ( the-rise-of-ellie-may )

(Source: the-rise-of-ellie-may, via fiercer-every-day)

— 16 hours ago with 335 notes
"Your health, whether physical or mental, comes first."
something I learned today (via canamaify)

(via now-im-a-warriorr)

— 18 hours ago with 9130 notes

I am not a number
but if you asked me if I liked school, I’d tell you my GPA is 3.54,
not that I actually like school or not,
but that’s not what’s important anyways.

I am not a number,
but the other day at the dress shop, I was a size 18,
and that a red floor length prom dress would hide my “problem areas,”
not that’s the important part, what is is that I’m not a size 2.

I am not a number
but when I’m asked how many colleges I’m applying too
and I reply with “0”
there’s a shock
because maybe that means I hold 0 worth.

I am not a number
but I spent 2 hours a night on homework,
but God forbid I get less then the recommended 8 hours of sleep,
says the same people piling on the homework.

I am not a number
but this morning I was an ugly, scribbled, 2.5 on my midterm.
Between the self -loathing tears, and extra curricular school activities there was no time for studying.
The girls bathroom seems like as good a place as any for a panic attack, then get your shit together and go back to class,
but who cares about mental health, not high school.

I am not a number
but right now I am 17
I’m 12 years of standardized tests with a transcript tucked away in someone’s file cabinet
I’m nights of last minute cramming and hours of studying, for what?
I am but a failed attempted of the American Education System.
I am a high school senior, and God forbid you know who I am.

— 23 hours ago with 103 notes


As I’m walking through Target with my little sister, the kid somehow manages to convince me to take a trip down the doll aisle. I know the type - brands that preach diversity through displays of nine different variations of white and maybe a black girl if you’re lucky enough. What I instead found as soon as I turned into the aisle were these two boxes.

The girl on the left is Shola, an Afghani girl from Kabul with war-torn eyes. Her biography on the inside flap tells us that “her country has been at war since before she was born”, and all she has left of her family is her older sister. They’re part of a circus, the one source of light in their lives, and they read the Qur’an. She wears a hijab.

The girl on the right is Nahji, a ten-year-old Indian girl from Assam, where “young girls are forced to work and get married at a very early age”. Nahji is smart, admirable, extremely studious. She teaches her fellow girls to believe in themselves. In the left side of her nose, as tradition mandates, she has a piercing. On her right hand is a henna tattoo.

As a Pakistani girl growing up in post-9/11 America, this is so important to me. The closest thing we had to these back in my day were “customizable” American Girl dolls, who were very strictly white or black. My eyes are green, my hair was black, and my skin is brown, and I couldn’t find my reflection in any of those girls. Yet I settled, just like I settled for the terrorist jokes boys would throw at me, like I settled for the butchered pronunciations of names of mine and my friends’ countries. I settled for a white doll, who at least had my eyes if nothing else, and I named her Rabeea and loved her. But I still couldn’t completely connect to her.

My little sister, who had been the one to push me down the aisle in the first place, stopped to stare with me at the girls. And then the words, “Maybe they can be my American Girls,” slipped out of her mouth. This young girl, barely represented in today’s society, finally found a doll that looks like her, that wears the weird headscarf that her grandma does and still manages to look beautiful.

I turned the dolls’ boxes around and snapped a picture of the back of Nahji’s. There are more that I didn’t see in the store; a Belarusian, an Ethiopian, a Brazilian, a Laotian, a Native American, a Mexican. And more.

These are Hearts 4 Hearts dolls, and while they haven’t yet reached all parts of the world (I think they have yet to come out with an East Asian girl), they need all the support they can get so we can have a beautiful doll for every beautiful young girl, so we can give them what our generation never had.

Please don’t let this die. If you know a young girl, get her one. I know I’m buying Shola and Nahji for my little sister’s next birthday, because she needs a doll with beautiful brown skin like hers, a doll who wears a hijab like our older sister, a doll who wears real henna, not the blue shit white girls get at the beach.

The Hearts 4 Hearts girls are so important. Don’t overlook them. Don’t underestimate them. These can be the future if we let them.

You can read more about the dolls here: http://www.playmatestoys.com/brands/hearts-for-hearts-girls

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— 23 hours ago with 66943 notes