Loving your body isn’t conceited
Feeling proud of yourself doesn’t make you a narcissist
Giving yourself credit for something won’t make you lose motivation to keep bettering yourself
Caring about your own happiness isn’t shallow
Putting your recovery first isn’t selfish
- There is butter in everything.
Okay, so maybe it’s just the fact that I bake all the time, but it was kind of crazy when I needed to have butter and eggs in my house at all times.
- Food allergies are serious business. I know so many people who are gluten-intolerant, and I feel like when I was growing up it wasn’t something that existed. Nuts have always been crazy, but I feel like schools have gotten insane about the PB&J standard.
- It’s not easy to cook for one.
In learning this, a box of macaroni and cheese becomes an acceptable dinner for one person, as does Ramen.
- Being in charge of more than your own dinner is also hard.
My mom coming up with something different to make every night was really making a concerted effort, and I applaud her and now understand spaghetti nights.
- There are more ways to cook eggs instead of just “scrambling” them.
I still don’t know how to make an omelet.
- Fruits and Vegetables go bad immediately.
Please don’t leave these in the fridge too long. Oh god.
- Dishes don’t magically go away.
Especially when you don’t own a dish washer. Pro tip: Don’t leave them out for more than two days, your whole place will get funky.
- It is way too easy to just order out.
I spend way too much money buying breakfast on the way to work/lunch when I didn’t make it the night before/dinner when I’m too tired to cook.
- Food creates an endless amount of garbage.
It seems like we have to take the garbage out every day sometimes.
- Grocery shopping is a chore
When you’re a kid and your mom tells you to help unload the groceries, or that you have to go grocery shopping with her, it could probably ruin your preciously important 10-year-old schedule. When you move out and you realize that you have to actually pay attention to what you need, it’s like a rude awakening. Especially when you go to the store and you’re hungry, and end up getting a bunch of junk food instead of what you actually need.
- (Bonus!) You’re allowed to go get drinks, and it is also acceptable to order one when you’re out with your family.
In America, the drinking age is 21. I was like, one of the only people I knew who didn’t really drink before then (I had a few here and there, but I wasn’t a partier) and after I turned 21 I ordered drinks out with my Dad. I’ll never forget when we both went out, and I ordered a jack and ginger and he goes “you drink like an old man.”
Updated version above, this time without the trans*erasure and accidental racism!
If you continue to reblog the previous version with criticism, and you’re polite and reasonable about it, I will politely point you to the new verson.
If you’re rude and unreasonable then you can piss off and take your badly-expressed opinions with you.
Also, stop sending me angry anons, you fucking weirdo. You know who you are.
Thank you, now my wedding standards are even higher
omg it’s an actual elvish wedding
This is how I’ve imagined for my wedding to look like.