So my facebook friend just posted this pic with this text….

Well, I just witnessed blatant racial injustice with my own eyes. I was getting in my car after exiting a store when a young black man stumbled past me and collapsed against the store wall. When I got out to see if he was okay, a group of white people came rushing over, one of whom was a 20-something white woman who declared in distress, “I ran a red light and hit him with my car!” People immediately assured her that SHE would be okay, meanwhile the young man is writhing in pain on the ground, pants leg torn, tears running down his face. When the police arrived and the young woman explained what happened, it was suggested to her that maybe the light had been yellow and that the young man had “darted out into the street into her path.” I was floored. I said, “But she just SAID she ran the red light and hit him in the intersection!” 

The police officers then led the young woman away and began talking with her privately in low tones. When the paramedics FINALLY got there I was surprised at the hostility they showed towards the young man. One blonde female EMT (shown in the photo) suggested that he couldn’t be THAT hurt if he was able to walk from the place where he was struck to the sidewalk where he finally collapsed. White bystanders commented several times about “What that poor girl must be going through.” I was the only one who commented on what the young man must be going through, what, with his mangled leg and all. I am absolutely positive that in the end “that poor girl” will be absolved of all wrongdoing and be able to go on her merry way. After all, she just ran a red light and slammed her car into the body of some black kid on a bike, right?

And people wonder why black people are so angry and want to break shit.

friendly reminder that studies have shown that white people do not empathize with Black people and we (including medical personel) also think Black people feel less pain


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Non-Scale Victory, Size 14 Jeans!!!!


Okay, do you guys remember those white jean shorts that are marked as size 16 which I have been trying to get into since December? The ones that have been frustrating me for NINE MONTHS?!

Well, you may also recall that I re-classified them as a size 14, cos I could get into other jeans that are size 16 even when I couldn’t get into those. Women’s sizing is so messed up! Anyway, I kinda gave up on them for a while, celebrating my ability to get into OTHER 16s.

Today, I decided to see how I was doing on those white shorts. I didn’t really expect much of an improvement, cos, honestly, I haven’t lost much scale weight. Imagine my surprise when I COULD ZIP THEM UP!!



Granted, they aren’t actually ‘wearable’ (cos I couldn’t sit down in them without pain), but I count it a victory when I can zip them and remain conscious!  So, WHOOOPPP!!

And, to prove they are actually 14s, I found a pair of other jeans marked as ‘14’ and … THEY ZIPPED TOO:


Yes, there is a major muffin-top going on, but I can zip them and still breathe, I count that!  WHOOP!

So, I went digging in my closet and found these shorts for the next challenge. They’re marked ‘34’, which I guess is the waist size. I guess they are about a size 12 (?). They are 3-4 inches from snapping:


So, there’s more proof that the scale doesn’t tell the whole story! Make sure you have some non-scale ways to measure your progress. This is my favorite! Fitting into old clothes! :-)

awesome!!!! Great job!!


Step 1. Put on a bikini
Step 2. Look at your butt in the mirror
Step 3. Grab yo butt
Step 4. Say I’ve got a cute butt
Conclusion: you have a cute bikini butt








I thought balls were bad but this post made me realizer girls how do you even live with dumbbells growing out of your chest obstructing everything girls are strong and not to be messed with

literally my life


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paddlebunny replied to your post “Just signed up for 6 private 30 min swim lessons! If I cannot run or…”

Yay!! Go Erika, go!! You rock!

Hee hee thanks. Trying to make the best of things!

Just signed up for 6 private 30 min swim lessons! If I cannot run or do cardio that involves my feet hitting the ground (boot camp and weight lifting included), I might as well learn how to swim better and use that.

I will not let this injury hold me back!

pumpkin-iron reblogged your photoset and added:

am i the only one who felt bad for her boobs in…

bahaha no. That’s the first thing I noticed as well!

making-myself-a-badass replied to your post “So. Just had my first physical therapy appointment for my ankle. …”

this news sucks, but you gotta do what you gotta do.. your health comes first

It does! I have to think of my long term health too, not just the short term.

ketoketoketo replied to your post “So. Just had my first physical therapy appointment for my ankle. …”

Oh no! I hope you’re able to heal quickly and that physical therapy goes well

Thank you! I hope so two. Second appointment is tomorrow.

rebelweight replied to your post “So. Just had my first physical therapy appointment for my ankle. …”

Sorry for the news but at least you know what’s going on now so perhaps you can adjust to accommodate some small activities that won’t aggravate your injury.

True true. I have to remember that its better to deal with it now while its curable instead of making it worse, and potentially permanently damaging myself.

erikawastaken replied to your photo “Brunch. At 1pm. Hash made of potatoes, green pepper, rice and beef…”

That looks delicious!!!

It was!!

Brunch. At 1pm. Hash made of potatoes, green pepper, rice and beef sausage, egg, and a bit of cheddar sprinkled on.

when you think you are beautiful, you are not cocky. When you feel pretty, you are not arrogant. You are allowed to fall in love with yourself. You are allowed to see your own beauty.



Yes… over this culture of normalizing self hate. Insecurities are normal, hating everything you are, is not.

People telling me to “get over myself” can get under me. I’ve disliked myself for far too long to let other people try to tell me I can’t love me and be excited about loving me. 

(Source: anna-learns-to-love-herself, via irresistiblyable)