saying our labia are too big.
saying our breasts are too large/small..
saying our butts are too big/small.
saying our vaginas are too “loose”.
saying we are too fat/skinny.
calling a girl ugly.
there is actually so much pressure on us to be the way men want us to be.
men have it way easier so you can shove a sharp object so far up your asshole it comes out your nose.
all of those are just as hurtful as someone saying your penis is small.
but we don’t say a thing. we just let you fucking say what you want (and still fake our orgasms so you feel good ‘bout yourself.)
put on our big girl panties and brush it off like it didn’t fucking bother us.
can we do a thing. my female followers please reblog/like this if you were ever made fun of for something you couldn’t help.
Hope it helps :D
Sorry don’t know who created it
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I can’t picture someone thinking about me when they’re laying in bed before they fall asleep. I can’t picture anyone telling their friends about me. I can’t picture anyone getting butterflies because I hugged them, or even just because I made eye contact with them. I can’t picture someone smiling because my name lit up their phone. I just can’t.
I am a nurse. For 30 years of my career, I was a labor and delivery nurse. I took care of women through all stages of labor and through their delivery. Due to the many times that I have worked 16 hour shifts, I bonded with many women and helped them through long hours. Finally, through much work on the mom’s part with my guidance, she would be ready to deliver. In would sail the doctor, spend five minutes catching the baby, and then pose for all the pictures. I would hear from the families how wonderful he/she was.
Then why is my back killing me because I stood for two to three hours with a woman in a variety of positions including resting her foot on my shoulder while she pushed? Oh, and did I mention that she is also paralyzed from the waist down from the epidural, so I was also helping to hold her up while she squatted to push?
Why have I had to change my scrub clothes twice in a shift because someone either puked on me or amniotic fluid soaked everything?
Who is it that actually got that IV started while reassuring the poor mom?
Who is it that took the camera out of the daddy’s trembling hand and started taking family pictures because she knew that otherwise there would be no proof that he had even been in the room? And capturing the look of wonder on both parent’s faces at the same time.
Who is it that cleaned up every body fluid that can spew from a human, with a smile on her face and encouraging words for the mortified patient who has never been sick in front of a stranger in her life?
Who is it that tracked down the anesthesia people, chased them out of the lounge, and threatened them with their lives if they didn’t take care of her patient, NOW?
And when things didn’t go well, who was it that took that poor baby that didn’t make it, cleaned it up, dressed it, wrapped it in a soft blanket, and brought it to the broken-hearted parents to hold for the first and last time?
Oh, yeah, Dr. Marvelous is just great.
I’m just a nurse.
Nurses are so underappreciated, like, seriously guys. All of my best memories from hospitals as a child were because of nurses.
I’ve always said that nurses deserve more of a salary than doctors. They do so much more.
Now I feel bad, like I should have thanked my nurses more. Next baby I’ll put together goody bags for them :)
HOLY SHIT SIGNAL BOOST
HEYOOO, IT’S GIVEAWAY TIME!
(This is going to be so embarrassing in case nobody cares about it…)
First off: I LOVE YOU GUYS, THANK YOU SO MUCH! ♥
Okay, so I’ve been thinking about doing one of these for quite a while now and hitting that milestone (which I never thought would happen, I still can’t believe that so many of you chose to follow me omg) seemed like the perfect occasion, so here you go:
What you can win:
SWEETS (mostly)! I tried my best to gather together different kind of sweets that are more or less “typically German” and therefore aren’t all that common outside of Germany.
I’m going to cry if the winner turns out to be German ahaha.You probably want some more details, I know, I know. The giveaway includes:
- "Kinder" Friends
- "Kinder" Chocolate bonbons and chocolate bars
- "Kinder" Surprise eggs
- "Haribo" Smurfs (wine gum)
- "Hitschler" Kids mix
- "Chupa Chups" Crazy dip lollipop
- "Storck" Toffifee pralines
- "Halloren" Double Chocolate pralines
- "Lübecker Marzipan" pralines
- "Yogurette" Chocolate bars
- "Ritter Sport" Chocolate squares
- "Manner" Wafers
- "Ferrero" Raffaelo pralines
- "Ferrero" Kisses pralines
- "Milka" Chocolate bar (filled with chocolate beans)
- "Prinzen Rolle" Sandwich cookies
Aaand EITHER the dinosaur or the robot chocolate moulds because they are cute as hell (both are brand new and come in their original wrapping, I just took them out for the pictures so you could see them better). I’d love to send you both of them but I have to stay below the two kilograms mark, otherwise the shipping costs would be hella increased and I can’t afford that, please don’t be mad. ;~;
I’ll also include a hand-written letter but wow, as if anyone cares, haha.
- You have to be following this blog (seriously, I’m trying to build an army ok), after all this is an appreciation to my followers. ♡
- Reblog as much as you want, but try not to spam your followers.
- Likes don’t count, but feel free to use them to bookmark this.
- The giveaway ends on the 1st April (it’s not an April fool I swear, I hate April fools).
- If the winner doesn’t respond within 48 hours I’ll choose another one. I think that’s more than enough time
since most of us don’t seem to have a life anyway.
- The winner has to be comfortable with giving me his/her address, how else am I supposed to send out the package?
What else do we have to know?
Following my main blog will give you 45673 extra entries.(Nah, just kidding, of course it would be appreciated but it doesn’t affect the giveaway at all, haha.)
- The winner will be chosen by a random generator.
- I ship worldwide. (Unless you live in fucking Narnia.)
- Giveaway blogs don’t count.
If you have any questions, feel free to message me!
When they realized women were using their sacks to make clothes for their children, flour mills started using flowered fabric for their sacks. The label was designed to wash out.
1939 Kansas Wheat…
holy fuck that’s the cutest marketing scheme i’ve ever heard of
'buy our flour it's going to make the nicest bread and the sweetest dress!’
yes thank you ok sold