garbados:

hguiney:

Why the hell are vitamins gendered?

Let’s photoshop labels like “for hir” or “for it” and “for them” and put them on gendered vitamins in stores.

I think the gendered nature of vitamins more or less comes down to how minerals and hormones interact and other stuff in medically normative cis bodies. Like if you have a lot of estrogen or are taking it actually yeah make sure you get your calcium.

garbados:

hguiney:

Why the hell are vitamins gendered?

Let’s photoshop labels like “for hir” or “for it” and “for them” and put them on gendered vitamins in stores.

I think the gendered nature of vitamins more or less comes down to how minerals and hormones interact and other stuff in medically normative cis bodies. Like if you have a lot of estrogen or are taking it actually yeah make sure you get your calcium.

Something puffy and red is eating my left eyelid???

Something puffy and red is eating my left eyelid???

I think I’ve been continuously sick for 5+ months. I’m pretty sure it’s my job, and I’m pretty sure my bosses are mad at me for being sick all the time, and every time I need to stay home they ask me to “fill them in” and I am out of ways to explain that yes, I’ve been continuously sick for 5+ months and you people are kind of making it worse.

I’ve gone the deference and polite route and now I just sent a Firmly Worded Email in response to their Firmly Worded Email more or less reminding them that my immune system is out of my control, I’m not making this shit up, and obviously a lot of things about this job are untenable even for a healthy person. For example, if I’m sick on a day when I have literally nothing booked (cause remember, I’m not a teacher, I’m support staff who is sometimes busy sometimes not), it’s still this big deal. This makes seriously no sense.

I have to listen to my gut and not worry about what impression I’ve made with people who change the rules mid-game anyway. I look at the ways I try to handle my personal relationships and it’s ridiculous that employers can basically act like controlling boyfriends and that’s the way it is, no wonder so many people (including me) don’t notice messed up dynamics in other areas of life.

I really like teenagers and I really like a lot of my co-workers but I’ve had enough jobs to know I’m not lazy and my instincts about these kinds of things are pretty good. I just… have absolutely no idea where to go next.

But obviously I need to get healthy and it’s not going to happen in the midst of this.

smalllindsay:

You guys I have a stomach infection/ulcer and let me tell you please control your stress and don’t give yourself one of these because oh my god, this is the worst thing. Also take breaks and stretch your back DO NOT BREAK YOUR BODY IT IS TERRIBLE.

Solidarity, Lin.
I just spent the last 16 hours immobile in my bed because I’ve been so overworked and emotionally stretched thin that every muscle in my body feels like it’s on fire.
You guys it’s okay to not be constantly busy, I promise.

smalllindsay:

You guys I have a stomach infection/ulcer and let me tell you please control your stress and don’t give yourself one of these because oh my god, this is the worst thing. Also take breaks and stretch your back DO NOT BREAK YOUR BODY IT IS TERRIBLE.

Solidarity, Lin.

I just spent the last 16 hours immobile in my bed because I’ve been so overworked and emotionally stretched thin that every muscle in my body feels like it’s on fire.

You guys it’s okay to not be constantly busy, I promise.

Taking up exercise has already improved my life so much. When I sit down to write and create, I  have passion sessions (tm) rather than hours of stalling and dribble.
It’s  also easier for me to feel happy. Even if I get no awesome muscles and  keep the same old squishy belly I’ve always had, I love working out  because it just makes all the chemicals in my brain go nuts (in the good way), and then  things hurt less including all of my feelings. And in case you haven’t  noticed, I have too many feelings, so this is important.
Today I  looked in the body-length mirror at the gym and saw the same pimply  face, un-styled hair, big shoulders, awkward hunch, stretch-marked  boobs, and jelly belly I always see, but my body felt so good I  automatically smiled and thought, “Yep, that’s me. I am strong and I  feel good.” It’s not that I don’t see those things anymore when I  exercise, I just no longer see them as anything that needs to be fixed.
After  all the illnesses, injuries, brain chemistry roller coasters, I still  have five senses, two working arms, two working legs, and a  mostly-harmonious nervous system. So, like, eff all this appeasing  others with the way my strong, functional,  one-of-a-kind-and-also-one-ever presence in this world happens to look.

Taking up exercise has already improved my life so much. When I sit down to write and create, I have passion sessions (tm) rather than hours of stalling and dribble.

It’s also easier for me to feel happy. Even if I get no awesome muscles and keep the same old squishy belly I’ve always had, I love working out because it just makes all the chemicals in my brain go nuts (in the good way), and then things hurt less including all of my feelings. And in case you haven’t noticed, I have too many feelings, so this is important.

Today I looked in the body-length mirror at the gym and saw the same pimply face, un-styled hair, big shoulders, awkward hunch, stretch-marked boobs, and jelly belly I always see, but my body felt so good I automatically smiled and thought, “Yep, that’s me. I am strong and I feel good.” It’s not that I don’t see those things anymore when I exercise, I just no longer see them as anything that needs to be fixed.

After all the illnesses, injuries, brain chemistry roller coasters, I still have five senses, two working arms, two working legs, and a mostly-harmonious nervous system. So, like, eff all this appeasing others with the way my strong, functional, one-of-a-kind-and-also-one-ever presence in this world happens to look.

IT HAS BEGUN or how I attempt to deal with fatigue

First of all, I love the internet, because I can just Google “Mortal Kombat IT HAS BEGUN” and find a screen cap of my exact mood at this moment, which is of course that of phenomenal cosmic power (and itty bitty living space). The semester has begun, I’m taking five classes, and the play I’m working for has rehearsals underway and I need to get on getting all those props and making them fabulous. So naturally, my body has been practically useless for the past three days. This a problem for logistical reasons, but it also gets in the way of me being a super model rocket scientist Mother Theresa. Which all women, born after feminism got co-opted into another way to sell people shit they don’t need, probably deal with.

I rarely blog about health stuff, but I have a reoccurring problem with bouts of fatigue whenever I have a lot on my mind. I’m an art student who works, and this happens at least twice a semester. I have no idea how I am going to manage being an adult or doing something like having babies.

Vaughn says it’s probably because stress makes me eat all the bread and nothing else and I end up with nutritional problems. I’m going to experiment with this. Here are the things I do when I feel like this:

  • Make sure you’re getting enough magnesium. It’s a hard to find enough in food, and it wards off seasonal depression.
  • Iron and calcium. Remember that box of spinach in your fridge? Yeah? Have it for lunch.
  • Lay off the cheese. It’s an oily opiate and just sedates the mind and body into waking up the next morning hurting even more.
  • Drink lots of water. Really. Don’t forget!
  • Stretch. One of my professors can’t lift one of her arms over her shoulder because she’s been sitting at laptops writing a book for the better part of her career. If you sit at work, make sure to stretch before, and every hour or so during, even at your desk.
  • Exercise is a pain if you’re like me and have a lot of daily discomfort and a lack of grace from a combination of scoliosis, big boobs, and nerdiness. It’s good to have friends like my pal Devin, who is a Goth Jock, and will distract me from the fact that we’re exercising by making it into a video game.
  • Also, for me, having pain in my body and otherwise having to pay attention to it sometimes makes my body image issues seem dire. Sometimes I’m just thankful for what health I do have, but The Fantasy of Being Thin is a the kind of demon that possesses you all Exorcist style. It actually makes it a little worse when my friends try to smother me in compliments, because then I feel terrible about feeling terrible. I have to be the one to tell the feeling to fuck off, which I can only do by using my body for something fun. Drawing, playing piano, riding my bike. One way or another, forgive yourself for being corporeal.