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I spent all of today throwing up and sleeping and unable to do my job and babysit because when I changed my pump site last night it didn’t pierce the skin and I had no idea. I didn’t get insulin for 12 hours and I could have had to go to the hospital for something as simple as a piece of plastic not going into my stomach. I’m so frustrated. I hate this.
(via mydiabetessecret)
People think diabetes is just physical and even then it’s more physical then they can imagine. It’s blood and scars and black freckles on your fingers. It’s bruises on your body and pink marks on your stomach. It’s scratches and burning as insulin enters the fat and saves you life.

And just as it physical it’s mental. A double edged sword. A double wamny. For me, I’d say it’s more a mental battle. It’s telling yourself to keep fighting, to take that needle for the forth time that day. That you can get through it. You can through the depression and the anxiety and the hate you have for a body that’s failed you. That if you can get through today, then that’s another battle you’ve fought and concurred. That it will all get easier. That even though it’s not fair you can overcome it. That there’s hope that tomorrow will be better. And it’s the hope that kills you as it’s not always met.
What diabetes really feels like. (via myrealityofdiabetes)

irrreversibility:

boys cry
girls masturbate
boys can like pink and not be gay
girls can have short hair and not be a lesbian
boys can like ballet
girls can like video games
boys can be hot without a six pack
girls can be hot without a hairless body
boys can have hair down to their waists
girls can have stretch marks, curves and back fat

gender doesn’t determine what you can and cannot enjoy, what you can and cannot look like or what you can and cannot do

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