Ms. Tress

parengjoserizal:

1. Psalm 118 is the middle chapter of the entire Bible.
2. Psalm 117, before Psalm 118 is the shortest chapter in the Bible.
3. Psalm 119, after Psalm 118 is the longest chapter in the Bible.
4. The Bible has 594 chapters before Psalm 118 and 594 chapters after Psalm 118.
5. If you add up all the chapters except Psalm 118, you get a total of 1188 chapters. 

6. 1188 or Psalm 118 verse 8 is the middle verse of the entire Bible.

And what is the message found in verse 118? “It is better to take refuge in the Lord than to trust in man.” - Psalm 118:8

jessica-mendoza:

I’m tired of being obsessed about my body image. I mean, I know it’s ridiculous to count every calorie that goes in me. I know I’m a perfectly normal weight for my height and age, and should count myself lucky I’m so healthy. I know, and have known for years, that even the most beautiful celebrity/model has her flaws and that every single billboard and magazine spread we see has been touched—from a range of slightly to exaggerated—by Photoshop.

I know all this, and yet. Every day I wish my legs were longer, my thighs were slimmer, my abs more pronounced. I fight a battle with my love for food and my desperate, irrational, rather stupid desire to look like a Sports Illustrated model. It makes me unspeakably sad that I’m suffering with this, because I know I should be smarter than that.

It makes me even sadder to know I’m not the only one.

I have an extremely beautiful friend, one who’s frame is to die for and who looks marvelous in every photo she takes, once tell me that she’s quit rice because her tummy is big and her face too round.

Why do we do this to ourselves?

This is not a cry for pity. It’s an observation and a question: at what point does wanting to be fit and healthy morph into an unhealthy obsession with looking good? Can a person want both, and how does a seemingly innocent goal end up becoming such a terribly frustrating thing?

It’s exhausting, a sick cycle carousel going round and round. A nightmare of weighing scales and body fat percentage and food.

I’ve grown to love working out because I feel strong and healthy and occasionally sexy. But I’ve also grown to hate what it sometimes represents about me.

Here’s a thought:

I am so tired of saying no, waking up in the morning and recalling every single thing I ate the day before, counting every calorie I consumed so I know just how much self loathing to take into the shower. I’m going for it. I have no interest in being obese, I’m just through with the guilt. So this is what I’m going to do, I’m going to finish this pizza, and then we are going to go watch the soccer game, and tomorrow we are going to go on a little date and buy ourselves some bigger jeans.” 
― Elizabeth Gilbert

And another:

“It’s never been true, not anywhere at any time, that the value of a soul, of a human spirit, is dependent on a number on a scale. We are unrepeatable beings of light and space and water who need these physical vehicles to get around. When we start defining ourselves by that which can be measured or weighed, something deep within us rebels. 

We don’t want to EAT hot fudge sundaes as much as we want our lives to BE hot fudge sundaes. We want to come home to ourselves. (p. 174-5)” 
― Geneen Roth, Women, Food, and God: An Unexpected Path to Almost Everything

And one more, totally insane:

“Even the models we see in magazines wish they could look like their own images.” 
― Cheri K. Erdman.

We—I—have got to leave this obsession behind. I have to stop caring about what people tell me. I have to stop fearing flab and fight it for the right reasons, and I will... as soon as I figure out what those reasons are.

behindthisbeard:

Smokers get a lot of flack and I don’t know why. While cruising profiles on Okcupid! I noticed people specifically stating that they aren’t willing to date a smoker. This is absurd. People who still smoke make the best partners, and here’s why:

1. They are always needing to go out for cigarettes. Sometimes when you bring somebody out they get all clingy and you just need a break. Smokers are the best because they are constantly going outside, giving you ample time to: a) talk about them with your friends b) gawk at other hotties in the room c) call your friends and see if they are doing something better/ have them fake call with emergencies d) take a #2 if disaster should strike.  
2. They always smell like cigarette. This means that there is no reason to be self- conscious about your own scent. You can smell funky, eat nasty foods, or shit during sex and it won’t really compare to their lingering half butt or stank clothes/ breath or fingers 
3. They are knowingly killing themselves. That is so bad. I love it! They are choosing to ignore every doctor on the planet and jeopardizing years of their life for something so stupid. Throwing caution to the wind is hot. Also, if smokers are willing to ignore the warning on their packets they’ll probably do the same when their friends offer up warnings about you- this is awesome if you have aless than stellar reputation.   
4. Smokers always have lighters. Non-smokers are duds with lighter having. When you’re with a non-smoking crew and sign to your friends for a doobie light you will  see a room full of people with shaking heads with a shoulder/palm raised combo. Smokers will also be able to light your status candles so you don’t have to do that dangerous ‘paper torch from a stove element’ trick that I once tried to horrible results
5. Smoking is a great avenue to release stress. Us non-smokers de-stress through yelling and punching. When smokers get stressed they excuse themselves for a butt giving you time to think out your argument or giving them time to realize how wrong they were.  

From one non-smoker to the next: give smokers a chance, because in my opinion, the unhealthiest people can make for the healthiest relationships  

Considered.