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Children, Crying, and Family: llamajun: indigenous-rising: girljanitor: deducecanoe: haiweewicci: nativeamericannews: Sacajawea: If Not For Her, We Could Be Saluting the British Flag Few women in U.S. history have had more influence on the nation’s history than the young Lemhi Shoshone woman, Sacajawea. It’s very likely that Lewis and Clark would never have reached the Pacific Ocean had it not been for her help. White settlement would have been different. Indian wars throughout the western half of the country would have been altered. We might even be saluting the British flag rather than the American flag. Sacajawea’s role was gigantic. MY GIRL. She is of our tribe and we are so proud of her out in Inyo County. The Lewis and Clark thing was just a small part of her epic life. She was actually born with the name Poi Naipi (Little Grass Maiden). She and two of her friends (Nai Nukkwi, Patsu Naipi) were kidnapped by a hostile band of Hidatsa, who had a strange practice of replacing their own dead children with the children of other tribes. Poi Naipi’s “adopted” parents didn’t like her much so instead of sending her home they freaking sold her to a drunken French guy named Charbonneau. This man was bastard incarnate. To put this into perspective: He had once been stabbed in the face in Manitoba when he was caught raping a young girl there. At this time, being forced to marry him, Poi Naipi was about 9 years old. And, he already had one other child bride. He was very abusive, he drank a lot, and at some point Poi Naipi started calling herself Tsaikka Tsa Wea. It means in our language, “One Who Carries a Burden.” You see how this got corrupted to Sacajawea over time. At one point on the LC expedition Clark caught Charbonneau beating Tsaikka Tsa Wea and her newborn son. Well, Clark and Lewis beat the crap out of Charbonneau and told him to knock it off. Later, after the expedition, Clark paid for Tsaikka Tsa Wea’s son to go to school and live in his home. That’s not even the cool part though. As an older woman Tsaikka Tsa Wea said “To hell with this, I’m going home.” This was a pretty big thing to do, understand that she had practically been raised by her abusive scumbag husband and it is very hard for women who have been systematically abused since childhood to learn to stand up for themselves, especially against their aggressors. But, she did it. Traveling all by herself, she found the Northern Shoshone encampment on Wind River, where Chief Wusik-He was with some Eastern Shoshone (and some Western at the time) (this would later go on to be the permanent Eastern settlement, those guys are still out there today). She was reunited with her brother, who by that point had been named Daigwani of the Northern Shoshone. Everybody welcomed her home, her friends, her family, and she broke down crying to hear them call her their “Lost Woman” (Wadze Waipu). For her resilience and cunning she was appointed the personal advisor to Wusik-He. As a very old woman was buried with the name “Chief Woman,” later her son and her nephew were buried on either side of her. Those graves are still there on Wind River today. Poi Naipi and the Wide Ridge Clan, never forget you, your story is always being told. Miikwa katukan, tunna wunupuhantu tung’atiwan naangwunupuhantu Wow. What an amazing woman.  *tears* pilayayame tȟáŋtaŋhaŋ wičhówoyake rebloging for haiweewicci:’s comment. Unexpected feelings. That’s some powerful stuff, and not something I was ever taught in school.
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Being Alone, Friends, and Future: You are my everything To My Bestie, Remember This When Life Hits You Hard You mean the world to me. And I'm not trying to be cheesy or just saying this because I can. I'm saying it because I mean it. You make every day so much brighter and I seriously have no idea how I dealt with life before you. You have been in my life now for years and I couldn't thank you enough for loving me for who I am and always being here for me. But I also want you to know I am always here for you. I want you to know that things will get hard in life and at times you will feel alone. You will want to give up and quit because things are just so overwhelming but please don't. Things will be okay, and I will always be here for you when things get hard. But I just want you to know you are an amazing woman and I never want you to lose faith in yourself when things get hard. Because you have such an amazing life ahead of you. You have so much to accomplish and you can't do those things if you give up. Your future is going to be so bright if you always remember what you can and will overcome any hardship that may get in your way. It may be tough right now, but it will get better and you will understand eventually why everything has happened and how it has made your life better. Life is a rollercoaster ride and I understand that you may be worried to talk to me about whats going on... But I am here to help, that's why we are best friends! I never want you to feel alone or lose faith in the journey you are going on. So I hope you know, that no matter what happens you can always confide in me.

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Memes, Poop, and 🤖: CEBI PILE 12 BEL Keep fighting @cheymarie_fit you are an amazing woman! . “This is hard for me to post... Left- Before we knew I had cancer. I was a solid 130lbs and 15% body fat. Also had a nice little booty growing back there. - - Right- Taken yesterday. Stage 4 Low Grade Serous Ovarian Cancer. After almost 14 days in the hospital, a poop bag, and a major surgery; I stand at 105lbs. That's way to small for me. I'm 5"5. I lost everything. Cancer has taken so much from me. The body I worked so hard for 2 years to get, the ability to have and carry my own child, my hair, and so much more, but one thing for sure is that cancer has not taken my fight and faith. - - I will never stop fighting. I will never lose my faith. I will never let cancer win. Today has been a rough day for me mentally, but that's okay. I know tomorrow will be much better and I'm thankful to be alive and to see another day. I know GOD is up there working and I know he will give me the strength to fight, the light to see in the darkness, and will lay his healing hands on me. - - This is the toughest battle I have and will ever face, but I know I can do it. The hardest part of all this is my body change. I have a hard time looking at myself in the mirror but I'm learning to love myself again and I know this is only temporary. Once I get the clear light to workout, I'll be in the gym banging those weights“💪 .

Keep fighting @cheymarie_fit you are an amazing woman! . “This is hard for me to post... Left- Before we knew I had cancer. I was a solid 13...

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Advice, Beautiful, and Comfortable: SHARE misunderstood worm Following blotty I have a story to tell. It is about my poop Twitter: a blotty coMMENT 57 LIKES LIKE misunderstood worm Following blotty So, yesterday I went on a date with a man who asked me out in the grocery store the other day. All was going well. went back to his place Twitter: a blotty LIKE coMMENT 50 LIKES misunderstood worm Following blotty I am a confident, calm and self assured woman... so I felt comfortable popping in his bathroom. This was a mistake. His toilet did not flush Twitter: blotty LIKE coMMENT 53 LIKES I SHARE misunderstood worm Following blotty Properly. So, of Course, like any Calm, Confident, self assured woman. panicked. And flushed it a million times, making everything worse Twitter: blotty I LIKE coMMENT 53 LIKES 8 Following misunderstood worm blotty By this point, I was really frantic because had been in there for too long. There was only one single piece of poop. So in that moment Twitter: a blotty LIKE coMMENT 64 LIKES misunderstood worm Following blotty Something came over me. And I knew exactly what had to do. got toilet paper and removed the one poop from the toilet. Once that was done Twitter: blotty LIKE COMMENT 55 LIKES 1 COMMENT SHARE misunderstood worm Following blotty Something came over me. And knew exactly what had to do. got toilet paper and removed the one poop from the toilet. Once that was done Twitter: blotty LIKE COMMENT 55 LIKES 1 COMMENT misunderstood wo Following blotty I realized I didn't have a plan. What do l do with it now? I can't fucking leave it there. By this point I was REALLY freaking out because Twitter: blotty I LIKE coMMENT 45 LIKES 1 COMMENT misunderstood worm Following o blotty I'd DEFINITELY been in there too long. So, again, making another horrible decision. did the only thing l could think to do wrapped it Twitter: blotty SHARE misunderstood worm Following blotty In multiple layers of toilet paper, and put it in my purse Twitter: blotty LIKE coMMENT 46 LIKES F misunderstood worm blotty Following Alright, so now what? We are sitting there on his couch and kissing and a I can think of is the piece of poop in my purse Twitter: a blotty LIKE coMMENT I 44 LIKES misunderstood worm Following blotty Him: you're so beautiful. The moment you smiled at me, u had me Me: that's really sweet Me in my head: I have a piece of my poo in my purse Twitter: a blotty LIKE coMMENT 67 LIKES SHARE At this point, I text my sister for advice Twitter: blotty I LIKE coMMENT 54 LIKES l am Sitting. In his house. With a piece of my poop In my purse MAKELA WHAT IS HAPPENING MAKELA WHAT IS HAPPENING I don't know But have a piece of poop in my purse And I'm afraid it's going to smell or fall out YOU NEED TO DO SOMETHING GO OUTSIDE PRETEND YOU SMOKE SHARE Don't his toilet clearly doesn't work Does he only have one bathroom? Yes Go outside And it worked for half the. Poop Maybe there's a window in the washroom Jesus Christ I could throw it out This is to much This is borderline to fucking much Tina He is in love with me But I can't face him ever again Twitter: blotty SHARE misunderstood worm Following blotty So, after a few hours he used the washroom and I heard it flush. l figured he fixed it. Maybe not, but I have to take the chance. hAve to Twitter: a blotty I IKE COMMENT 44 LIKES misunderstood worm Following blotty Try to flush the poop. So I brought my purse up to the washroom. Unwrapped the poop, prayed to every god know, put it in and flushed Twitter: a blotty LIKE coMMENT 49 LIKES 8 Following misunderstood worm a blotty By the grace of God, it worked. The poo flushed I was free. was in the clear. Everything was going to be okay. survived.I am a survivor Twitter: blotty I LIKE coMMENT 51 LIKES SHARE misunderstood worm Following blotty By the grace of God, it worked. The poo flushed. I was free. was in the clear. Everything was going to be okay. l survived.I am a survivor Twitter: blotty LIKE coMMENT 51 LIKES 8 Following misunderstood worm blotty So that's my story. A man, sat there telling me I'm the most amazing woman he's ever met, not knowing, 10 feet away in my purse, was my poop Twitter: blotty I LIKE coMMENT 71 LIKES misunderstood worm Following o blotty That I'd fished out of his toilet... Twitter: a blotty LIKE coMMENT 121 LIKES Misses Poopy Butthole
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Ass, Beautiful, and Bodies : 20101 2013 <p><a href="http://thatroxxiegirl.tumblr.com/post/116998643708/bitchtitsmccrabby-hongkong-sugar" class="tumblr_blog">thatroxxiegirl</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://bitchtitsmccrabby.tumblr.com/post/116998026793/hongkong-sugar-privilegedlittlecunt" class="tumblr_blog">bitchtitsmccrabby</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://hongkong-sugar.tumblr.com/post/116993757733/privilegedlittlecunt-slobovich" class="tumblr_blog">hongkong-sugar</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://privilegedlittlecunt.tumblr.com/post/115923677736/slobovich-thatroxxiegirl-hi-tumblr-i-want" class="tumblr_blog">privilegedlittlecunt</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://slobovich.tumblr.com/post/115923338239/thatroxxiegirl-hi-tumblr-i-want-you-to-meet" class="tumblr_blog">slobovich</a>:</p> <blockquote><p><a href="http://thatroxxiegirl.tumblr.com/post/112825732413/hi-tumblr-i-want-you-to-meet-me-i-want-to-tell" class="tumblr_blog">thatroxxiegirl</a>:</p> <blockquote><p>Hi tumblr, I want you to meet me. I want to tell you why your fat acceptance movement is complete bullshit.</p><p>See that photo on the left? I was 160kg. That’s 352.7lbs for my American lovers out there.</p><p>I did not know I was 160kg. I didn’t go near a scale. I had gorgeous blonde hair extensions and jeans with chains and a leather jacket. I thought I was heaps fly. I could not see the girl in that picture… until I was tagged in that picture on Facebook.</p><p>I cannot tell you how long I cried for. Hours? Yes. Days? Probably. Weeks? It’s likely.</p><p>I went to a doctor to see just how much I had been putting my body through. I was 21 at the time. He told me that he would be very surprised if I made it to 30, as my back and my organs were already struggling, coupled with the fact that I have some blood issues anyway… I was just putting a lot of stress on myself physically.</p><p>So I learned how to eat. I learned the value of protein, the implications of sugar and the fun of a cheat day. I started watching my portion sizes and keeping my water intake up. I went on short walks - nothing too strenuous. Really, I didn’t put a whole lot of effort in at all. But the weight started falling off.</p><p>I remember the day I sat down comfortably at the Imax theatre in Sydney. I wasn’t sitting right at the edge so I didn’t get stuck. I was completely in the seat and it was incredible.</p><p>I dropped 50kg in 6 months without even trying.</p><p>My weight has fluctuated randomly since then, and I haven’t quite hit my goal yet, but I have never gotten near 160kg again. I used to work out by putting the weight I had lost in a back pack, but eventually it got too much and I was really hurting myself. Do you even understand that? I couldn’t even carry my own weight once I didn’t have to.</p><p>I spend a lot of time preparing food and working out, because nothing terrifies me more than going back to that.</p><p>Tumblr, I’m going to tell you what 160kg was like.</p><p>Some mornings, I woke up and my back had seized - I couldn’t go to work because I couldn’t walk. If it wasn’t my back, it was the unbelievable chest pains. I had so much trouble finding clothing in a size 24. And I’m going to be honest - sex was REALLY difficult. I was engaged to a wonderful man at the time, and I didn’t have the confidence or ability to take charge in the way I wanted to and he wanted me to. Plus, not to be crude, but certain positions were completely out because my fat got in the way. It’s something I STILL get unbelievably self conscious about - even though my situation has changed dramatically.</p><p>Sometimes, if I sat on a chair, I was afraid it would break. I spent a lot of time absolutely constipated because of my poor diet, and the flight up to my unit was the hardest thing in the world. I made frequent excuses for myself - including the age old “But I EAT REALLY WELL AND EXERCISE” yeah, if doritos were a vegetable and The Sims were a full body work out, I had those bases covered. </p><p>Everything hurt for no damn reason sometimes, and I was light headed and just plain sick so often it started to feel normal. My joints felt like those of an 80 year old woman. I was desperately, unbelievably unhappy and suicidal.</p><p>I want to share another thing with you before I get to my overall point.</p><figure data-orig-height="669" data-orig-width="500" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bdac2b93e81c9510e85a028dbaa8b1b2/tumblr_inline_nkriomLjPH1qewkfa.jpg"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/e7fdfb0105839463248b6fc4d41049e1/tumblr_inline_p95dlnmZ1g1rw09tq_540.jpg" alt="image" data-orig-height="669" data-orig-width="500" data-orig-src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/bdac2b93e81c9510e85a028dbaa8b1b2/tumblr_inline_nkriomLjPH1qewkfa.jpg"/></figure><p>That was the first picture I EVER took of my full body after dropping that 50kg. It was one of the scariest things I’ve ever done.</p><p>So. My point.</p><p>When you look at women like Tess Munster, and you tell me that she’s the epitome of a happy, healthy, and confident woman, I think you’re an ignorant asshole. I can’t believe that people choose to normalise that kind of lifestyle, and accept the fact that she will probably send herself to an early grave, because at least she’s <i>happy</i>. She’s making a movement out of being too lazy and apathetic to make a beneficial change, and it’s sickening.</p><p>Some girl came up to me once and criticised my weight loss, because I inspired her by being an overweight girl on stage. What the fuck do I even say to that? “Sorry I’m not killing myself slowly to make you feel better about yourself.”</p><p>When you tell me that thin people have privilege, and that people should love you because you’re morbidly obese, it takes everything inside me not to hunt you down and slap you silly. You’re an idiot. No one is obligated to find your laziness and lack of concern for yourself or your health hot. No one should ever have to respect someone who can’t respect themselves. Being thin is not a privilege - for some of us, achieving it is damn hard work.</p><p>I’m still overweight, and I know better than to demand someone find me attractive, or to get angry at someone for making fun of me with their friends. I also know better than to let it derail me or destroy me - rather, it fuels me.</p><p>Your fat acceptance is bullshit. You’re telling women to accept a body that is killing them. You’re telling women it’s ok that you’re a massive drain on the medical system, as long as you think you feel good.</p><p>Fuck your movement. I’d take actual, legitimate health over having my fat become a societal norm. I’d rather be relentlessly mocked for my weight than praised for it.<br/></p></blockquote><div> im way to tired to tear this post down can someone cover it for me</div></blockquote> <p>How exactly does this inspirational post about an amazing woman’s journey to better health require “tearing down?”</p></blockquote> <p>THANK YOU to the first and third comment. <br/>FINALLY someone says what’s wrong with the Health at All Sizes movement!<br/>As you all know I’ve NEVER posted any fat phobic commentary on my blog.<br/>In fact, I still affirm strongly there is NO reason to tear down any woman!<br/>BUT it is wrong to say that all health choices are good choices.<br/>There are ways to silently/gently/politely encourage others to make choices better for themselves. This is NOT fat policing, this is me saying that if you recognise you have made unhealthy choices and need help, or just want to talk, I’m here.</p></blockquote> <p>Put simply, I’ve never been a thin girl. Even when I was little, born from a family with ‘big bones’ and the like, my pixie stick thin mother would go on and one about how I’d lose the weight, how I’d learn to grow and make myself feel better about myself because I was thin like she was. I heard this every day from the time I was 6 years old, until I turned 13, and she became obsessed with the fact I was fat. A 13 year old girl, at 5’4 and barely topping 120lbs and my mother was going on about the tiny pooch on my belly.</p><figure data-orig-height="428" data-orig-width="247"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/2eb30b3664d95a329db59f92c469a06f/tumblr_inline_nn5t96DPv91rk2r40_540.jpg" data-orig-height="428" data-orig-width="247" alt="image"/></figure><p>I grew, and when I turned 17? I got pregnant, and went from 160lbs to 250lbs, and nearly gave myself gestational diabetes as my body grew and stretched and expanded to host my BEAUTIFUL daughter.   Where I am now, 4 years post delivery, I’ve leveled out at 230lbs total, and fluctuate between 245 and 220 on a regular basis. Does this mean I am happy with my body? Absolutely not. But this does mean that while I work my ass off with yoga, exercise, and a healthy diet, my body has metabolized itself comfortably at a level that is way above the norm I had expected.</p><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="540" data-orig-width="720"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/69e00bd6324528a5f1c828d5fdda5aaa/tumblr_inline_nn5t9oPWIa1rk2r40_540.jpg" data-orig-height="540" data-orig-width="720" alt="image"/></figure><p>Reading stories of weight loss success are a pleasure for myself. I love learning and seeing people succeed. I love knowing they finally became the way the wished to be either for health, or aesthetic reasons, but don’t you DARE go on a personal journey shaming those who choose to be the way they are. You worked for how you needed to look because you suffered remaining as you were. You body was killing you, yes. Don’t shame people who choose not to. There should be no thin shaming, fat shaming, or praise for either. Why say this? Because body positivity should be a norm for everyone, no matter the shape or size. If someone chooses to be a danger to themselves weight wise and be proud of that fact? Its not your job to go on and on about why they should change that. No one is going to work themselves change but the one who needs to change in the first place. Don’t sound like a 40 year old, telling their daughter she won’t live to see her own child graduate. </p><figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="636" data-orig-width="711"><img src="https://78.media.tumblr.com/7a3daa5cacbeb5c4c44115a50b06ff72/tumblr_inline_nn5t9y4SQt1rk2r40_540.jpg" data-orig-height="636" data-orig-width="711" alt="image"/></figure><p>Do people have to change their bodies? If they want to, yes. But no one made you in a position of judgment to criticize those who haven’t chosen to make the change. You made it on your journey. Let other people make it on their own, rather than sticking your nose in and telling people what lazy lumps on society they are. Burdens on people when they probably feel that shitty about themselves already. It is up to the person to take the first step towards body positivity, by saying as you’re saying, you are absolutely no better than those who filled your insecurities before.</p><p>Congrats on your success, but shame on you for looking down at others who haven’t taken the first step. Despite your size, if you don’t feel you are good enough to change, that change won’t happen at all. No, don’t coddle those who need to lose weight, but remember that every damn person started somewhere, and its not up to you to remind people what lard blobs they are on society, but rather to inspire and raise awareness with your own story, happiness with your success and warning about the dangers ignorance of ones size can cause. Or don’t. It really doesn’t matter in the end, but we all start somewhere, you won’t get anything done unless you love yourself first.</p></blockquote> <p>I had resolved not to do this, but fuck it. This warrants a special exception on account of you being clearly fucking illiterate.</p><p>My criticism lies with the fat acceptance movement, not with body positivity. I am a firm believer in having to care enough about yourself to change. I did not single anyone out and shame them. I attacked an idea of poor lifestyle being something that can be synonymous with health. Blogs like ok2bfat and thisisthinprivilege are fucking lying to vulnerable people who will blindly accept their pseudo science.</p><p>Yeah you can be healthy and overweight. But no fucking way is anyone who is 300 pounds healthy by any definition of the word. It’s dangerous. </p><p>When I say I’d rather be criticized, what I meant was if it were one or the other, I’d prefer nobody preaching that my shitty lifestyle was beautiful. I am sick to death of morbid obesity being glorified as beautiful. There is nothing beautiful about a person who cares so little about themselves they’re willing to eat themselves to death.</p><p>Everyone is free to live however the fuck they want. Have a heart attack at 30, who cares, you did it to yourself. BUT DONT YOU DARE TRY TO PERPETUATE THIS IDEA THAT A SIZE 24 CAN BE FUCKING HEALTHY. You’re a disgusting liar when you seek to deceive others that way to validate yourself.</p><p>Yeah. Shame on me for thinking that mentality is wrong. I’d rather be that cunt than the cunt who encourages women to remain unhealthy.</p></blockquote>
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