"The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it."
— Jordan Belfort (via fragilis)
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I’m 7 months pregnant. My stomach can’t get any bigger, can it? How can I still be 2 months away from having babies? The rest of me isn’t getting bigger, thank the universe. Just my belly. People LOVE to ask me “when I’m gonna pop” and I just hate them.
And you know what? After months of slathering my stomach with olive oil in hopes of avoiding stretch marks… they have started to arrive. Shiny, gnarled, and creeping up toward my belly button like lines on watermelon rinds. I want to say I’m one of those women who embrace them, because they show the world that I AM A MOTHER. I HAVE ENDURED.
But I’m not. I’ve always been fairly vain, and I honestly just want all my bits and pieces to go back the way they were after my son and daughter are born. That’s so freaking weird to type.
I’m not old enough to be having children. But I am.
Atlas and Iris.
I’m not old enough to be buying a house. But I am.
We move in next week at 23rd and Jackson.
"Yes, the Bechdel Test. It’s named for Alison Bechdel, who is a comic book creator. The test is, are there two named women in the film? Do they talk to each other? And is it about something other than a man? I actually think the Bechdel Test is a little advanced for us sometimes. I have one called the Sexy Lamp Test, which is, if you can remove a female character from your plot and replace her with a sexy lamp and your story still works, you’re a hack."
— Comic book writer Kelly Sue DeConnick (Captain Marvel, Avengers Assemble)
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