She Lost 145 Pounds And Had The Last Laugh When Her Haters Tried To Date Her

Who hasn’t wanted to lose a little weight at one point or another?

Every year, I promise myself that I will achieve my optimal weight, but soon enough, Cheetos, soft drinks, and late-night Netflix binges worm their way back in. Losing weight takes serious dedication, perseverance, and above all, time. It’s not something that happens overnight, especially when you’re talking about dropping as much as 145 pounds.

Taking a look at these two photos side by side, you’d never guess that they were of the same woman.

However, both are 23-year-old Emma Pope from San Marcos, Texas. After deciding to pursue a career in medicine, she lost an astonishing 145 pounds through hard work and clean eating.

Her decision to lose weight was a long time coming. For year, bullies taunted her, calling her “fat girl” and even telling her to get off the court during a volleyball game.

As much as the cruel words made Pope desperate for change, she knew her journey to health would not be successful unless it came from within.

Instead of her daily diet of pizza and pasta, she started eating plenty of protein and grains. Of course, she added plenty of fruits and veggies to the mix, too!

She also works out a ton. On average, Pope hits the gym four times a week and consumes only 2,000 calories per day.

The results have been absolutely life changing. She told The Daily Mail, “I’ve had messages from guys telling me they are sorry for what they said to me…I doubt they are apologizing out of the kindness of their hearts. There’s definitely an ulterior motive, so any attempts to flirt with me, I reject them immediately.”

Haters aside, Pope is happier and healthier. She recently told her followers on Instagram, “Wanting to be a better, healthier person is what fueled my fire. Having people bully me and then turn around and apologize years later after seeing how successful my life turned out was just the cherry on top. If I can do it, anyone can.”

You go, girl!

If you need me, I’ll be at the gym.

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World’s Worst Dad Shows You How to Be a Better Parent

This awesome photographer dad named Dave Engledow shows you how to be the best parent… by illustrating what NOT to do. Don’t worry, though, this dad and his awesome daughter actually have a great relationship. (Who knew that letting your toddler carve turkey would be a bad idea?) He is basically the coolest dad ever, so you might want to follow his advice (and never do any of these things seen below).

Blending gone wrong.

When you don’t have a ladder, there’s always Photoshop.

Driving mom to drinking. Literally.

Family exercising.

Cheap labor.

Looks good to me.

Must have mom’s brains.

You missed a spot.

Martini? She looks 21.

Being his daughter is not an excuse.

This looks safe.

This one is actually a great idea.

It’s cheaper than an amusement park.

World’s youngest turkey carver.

Sweet revenge.

Baby is going to go Over the Top.

Do it for America!

Hold still, I won’t miss.

Safety first.

Before you call Child Services, this is photoshopped.

Don’t turn your back or your kid will swallow an entire mug.

Fifty Shades of Bad Parenting.

Knife in toaster. Nothing wrong there.

Creativity. That’s all.

Quality time with the ba… errr.

Someone has to get the wrinkles out. Not dad.

This looks safe too.

At least he’s looking this time.

Everyone needs their protein.

He is, without a doubt, the world’s best father.


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Is It Pet Food Or Baby Food?

Can you tell the difference?

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    1. Pet Food
    2. Baby Food

    It’s Beech-Nut Classics’ Chicken & Chicken Broth
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Gerber Graduates Lil’ Meat Sticks
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Natural Balance’s Pawpaya Pilaf
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Gerber Graduates’ Yellow Rice & Chicken with Vegetables
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Old Mother Hubbard’s Fruit-Ins Dog Snacks
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Hills’ Savory Chicken Entrée
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Earth’s Best’s Vegetable Beef Pilaf
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Gerber Graduates’ Puffs Cereal Snack
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Purina’s Beef & Cheese Entrée
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Gerber Graduates’ Pasta Stars in Meat Sauce

    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Charlie Bear’s Dog Treats
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Nature’s Recipe’s Lamb, Rice & Barley Stew
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Baby Mum-Mum’s Rice Rusks
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Iams Woof Delights’ Hearty Party of Chicken & Beef Stew
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    1. Pet food
    2. Baby food

    It’s Gerber Graduates’ Creamy Chicken Stew with Vegetables
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Is It Pet Food Or Baby Food?

3. Bon Appétit!

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A Man Spent 4 Decades Building This… What Happened On The Last Day Of His Life Gave Me Chills.

At the foot of Mount Arayat in the Philippines stands a large, pyramid-shaped structure. It’s called Bale Batu, and it is the creation of a local artist named Jesus Padilla. The man, called Apung Susing by his fellow artists, spent years working on Bale Batu. Literally, for more than half of his life, he worked on building this temple. The result was something you’d never expect.

Jesus created the temple using cement and pulverized mountain rocks.

He earned money to work on this creation by selling vegetables in the lowlands.

His wife, Teresita, didn’t think he’d be able to do it. But the artist was determined to finish.

He started construction in the 1970s.

Over four decades, Jesus diligently worked on his masterpiece.

He knew what he wanted to build from the very beginning and his plans only slightly changed over the years.

He wasn’t formally trained, but Apung Susing was able to build a temple that stood the test of time. Even though there have been earthquakes in the area, they have not toppled Bale Batu.

In March 2007, Apung Susing wasn’t feeling well. He asked his wife to cook him tinola, a type of soup. He descended to the lower level of his own creation.

She brought it to him in the temple. He ate that meal… and took his last breath. Bale Batu became his own grave.

At the end of it all, after spending four decades building this beautiful temple, it became Apung Susing’s own burial ground. Although that is sad, it’s also beautiful to know that he will forever rest in the temple that he loved so much and built his life around (literally). Source: Headline Gitnang Luzon Show others his beautiful story – and work – by using the “share” button below.

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Did You Know That Porcupines Make Adorable Noises? Just Watch This…

Teddy Bear, our favorite porcupine that loves Halloween and Christmas, is back with another adorable video.

This time, he’s been given a corn on the cob to enjoy on a beautiful summer evening. But don’t watch just to see him chow down on those golden nuggets. Instead, listen to what he has to say when his trainer tries to take away his treat.

I wish I got this attached to vegetables. I might make those noises when you try to take away my cake, but corn? Not so much.

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31 Delightful Things To Do By Yourself

Friends, family, significant others, co-workers, houseplants, pets — all great. But sometimes you are the only buddy you need.

1. 1. Go out to eat.

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2. Go out to eat SOMEPLACE FANCY.
3. Go out to eat with a book, but then you spend more time reading the menu than the book and you can’t find a reasonable place to put it when your food arrives so you mostly just sit with your thoughts and your coq au vin.
4. See a movie in the middle of the day.
5. Check out a museum.
6. Especially if it is a crowded exhibit that you want to see anyway and don’t really feel like talking about right then.

2. 7. Shop.

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8. Shop for groceries.
9. Shop at Target.
10. Shop for books.
11. Shop for nothing at all, really, because isn’t it nice to spend exactly how long you want in a store and not worry about abandoning someone (boyfriend or otherwise) on the dreaded Boyfriend Couch?
12. Try on outrageously expensive clothes you have no intention of buying.
13. Take a lot of pictures of yourself in the clothes.
14. Show them to no one.

3. 15. Exercise.

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16. When you are bored of exercising, stop.
17. Go to the park.
18. Find a playground where it’s not creepy for you to swing on the swings, just for a sec.
19. Buy a ticket to a concert where you wouldn’t be able to hear anyone else talk to you anyway.
20. Get the last good seat at the bar.

4. 21. Save and save and save and then take a trip.

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22. Go to a party where you know there will be people who love you.
23. Go to a party where you don’t know anyone.
24. Go home early.
25. Do the chore you’ve been putting off for days.
26. *Weeks.
27. *Years?

5. 28. Hrmm hrmm hrmm.

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29. Make a delicious, bizarre meal.
30. If/when you fuck it up, order enough takeout for two days.
31. Take up the whole entire bed.

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My Boyfriend Loves Fat Women

As a fat woman myself, I’m still struggling with how I feel about it.

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Ironically enough, I met my boyfriend during the thinnest month of my life.

I was at a friend’s birthday party at a bar when I saw my future boyfriend Brian from across the room, talking to the birthday boy. Brian was the type of guy I spent most of high school and college and my entire adult life pining after and never getting: slim, with dark hair and glasses, his jeans torn in all the best places. He had a beautiful mouth that was excitedly saying things I couldn’t hear, but was making everyone around him laugh.

If I had still been at my heaviest weight, I never would have approached Brian. As a fat woman, I have been taught that there is an order of operations for love: First, you get thin; then, you can date who you want. Until you do the first thing, the second thing is impossible. So for many women who struggle with their weight, it becomes a fight not just for their health or well-being, but a struggle to just be worthy of the love so many people take for granted.

Most of my life, my weight has felt like a search light from above that continually hounds me, putting the spotlight on my body even when I just want to hide. My third-grade class unofficially voted me “class pig” — a title I embraced with great gusto, because the alternative meant no friends. When I was 10, my dad ripped a box of Apple Jacks out of my hand while I was pouring myself a second bowl of cereal, and told me that I was “going to turn into a goddamn pumpkin.” The summer I turned 14, I was sweating my life out every day for an hour during swim team practice. Still, when I put on a bikini one day, my mother wouldn’t stop talking about my belly fat until I just wanted to throw the bikini away and never wear one again. I have always hated my body, and in retrospect, I’m not sure I was ever given the chance to love it.

But on the day I met Brian, I had just spent the previous year slowly winnowing off 50 pounds, almost entirely due to unemployment. I wasn’t buying a lot of food, and was spending much of my free time developing a nervous running habit that led me to spend hours every day trotting in circles around my neighborhood, trying to go somewhere even as my career was jogging in place.

So I was feeling brave, the stupid kind of courage that comes from unexpectedly having a body you never thought you’d inhabit, and wondering what kinds of things it might let you get away with. And I walked that crazy all the way over to the other side of the bar, and introduced myself to him.

There was a three-hour period — between the moment Brian first kissed me, and the moment when I learned that Brian was predominantly attracted to bigger women — when I felt like I could do anything. In my mind, I had done the impossible. Seducing a thin and attractive person was like taking bronze, silver, and gold in the Former Fat Girl Olympics.

At some point that night, I remember lying next to him, still feeling unbelievably cocky from my victory, when Brian mentioned that I wasn’t normally his type.

My inner Douchebag Alert went off. Oh god, I thought. Is this the part where he lets me know how nice he is for throwing my chubby ass a bone?

“What’s normally your type?” I asked him, bracing myself for the part where he not-so-subtly intimated that he can usually do better than me.

I did not get the response I expected.

“I like bigger ladies,” Brian replied. “Very big ladies, actually.” He sounded as calm and as normal as if he were telling me the weather. He was not ashamed. I suddenly realized that this was not an attempt to put me down, but rather just a thing (a completely normal thing, to him) that he was disclosing about himself. In other words: It was conversation.

But the little part of me inside that had been cheering for hours suddenly got very quiet. But I am your type, I thought sadly. In that moment, I know that Brian had been saying that he didn’t consider me to be big, but I know as well as anyone that people can’t fundamentally change who they are attracted to. Brian was still attracted to fat girls, and I was one of them.

This, of course, did not take away from how into Brian I was. We started dating almost immediately, and became inseparable. When I described him to people, I would tend to use celebrities who I was currently in love with as a frame of reference:

“He’s exactly like a dark-haired Ben Folds, but younger, and with better skin.”

“He looks just like an American version of John Oliver, but with better teeth, and a more attractive nose.”

“Brian looks like Rick Moranis in Ghostbusters,” I said once during a Halloween party, apropos of absolutely nothing. “But, like, even better looking.”

It was during this time that I started slowly putting the weight back on. Not because Brian was doing anything to sabotage me — he was and is supportive of my wanting to eat well and exercise. It was just a result of being in a happy relationship, suddenly having a full-time job, and life getting in the way. Normal things.

Six months into our relationship, I found myself in a very desperate laundry situation. I put on a sundress that I thought might be a little too backless for my current weight.

“I figure if worst comes to worst, I can just find a wall to stand against, or walk backward a lot,” I said to Brian as I put it on, trying to preemptively apologize for an outfit that I was pretty sure was riding the line between flattering and gross.

Brian, however, loved the dress. Maybe even a little too much — I spent a lot of time while wearing it swatting his hands away from the open back. I felt happy wearing it, beautiful. Soon, I was wearing it all the time.

Then, I wore it to a party. Late in the evening, Brian turned to a mutual friend of ours, and eagerly, drunkenly opined: “Doesn’t Kristin look amazing in that dress?”

The silence that followed felt like the moment before someone hits the button on a dunk tank, and you know that you are about to tumble, helpless, into a frosty tub of punishment. I realized, belatedly, obviously, that to Brian, I did look amazing in that dress. Because I looked fat.

When you are a fat person who is losing weight, people will come out of the woodwork to let you know how “amazing” you look — even my psychiatrist called me “the incredible shrinking woman” at nearly every appointment. Well-meaning people felt this constant need to make it plain that I was somehow better once I had lost weight, and it only made it that much more painful when people stop telling you how good you look, and stop saying anything at all.

For the first time since I had started dating Brian, I looked at myself and realized that my body, almost without my realizing it, was reverting to back to its former fat state. This is the real you, I thought. The other you was just a disguise. But you couldn’t fool everyone forever.

And the fewer compliments about my body that I got from other people, the more I would get from Brian. It got to the point where compliments from Brian were actually painful to hear — every time he said “You look beautiful,” all I could hear was “You look fat.”

I started trying on outfits in front of Brian in order to get his opinion. It was a good system. Anything he liked, I wouldn’t wear.

It was during this time that I started being mean to myself — really, truly unkind. I looked at myself for hours in the mirror the way a child might gawk at an ugly person on the street. I would push and pull the rolls of fat on my stomach with my hands as flat as I could, and try to imagine what my lower half would look like, unencumbered by what I had done to it. I’d meet every compliment Brian gave me with something equally cruel about myself. It was like my self-image was in a tennis match, and it was more important for me to be right than for me to feel good.

Brian’s expressions when I would rip myself to shreds eventually moved from sympathy to frustration.

“I love your body,” Brian would say, carefully. “Because Kristin lives in your body.”

Even though I was and am loved, I still didn’t feel that way — because in my mind, I had not earned it. You won, I would try to tell myself. You still earned love while gaining weight.

Then I went to an appointment with my psychiatrist, and for the first time in years, she said nothing about my body. Nothing at all.

No, I didn’t win, I would tell myself instead. I got what I wanted, but I didn’t do the work. That’s cheating. I cheated.

And though Brian is and has always been open and confident with his preferences, they started to embarrass me. Once at a party, he mentioned that Rebel Wilson was hot to a group of people we were talking to. A short silence followed, during which I actually moonwalked away from the conversation, as though trying to physically escape before a comparison between Rebel Wilson and myself could catch up to me.

Which is ridiculous. Rebel Wilson is fabulous. Why would I not want that for myself?

And what would happen if I lost all this weight? I would wonder to myself bitterly. Would Brian still feel the same way? Was I doomed to either be conventionally attractive or someone’s fetish object?

Brian gets tired of my self-hatred. He has limits, he’s human, and more important, he’s a human who loves me and finds me attractive, and is frustrated with having to defend those choices to me, of all people.

Once, we were at a bar, and I saw a very large woman sitting at the edge of the bar. “Do you think she’s cute?” I asked Brian, in a way that clearly indicated she was not. It was a petty, mean question, and one I already knew the answer to. But I found myself wanting to hear him say it, like I could trick Brian into openly admitting that his idea of beautiful — and that his ideas about me — were so obviously, incredibly wrong.

“Yes, I do.” Brian said, not taking the bait. “She’s very pretty. What is your problem? Do you want another beer?”

One of the things I’ve come to understand is that, when you’re single, hating your body is more or less a victimless crime, if you don’t count yourself. When you get into a relationship, however, it becomes a constant referendum on the tastes and judgment of the person who loves you.

The other problem was that, the more that I poke at myself, the more Brian pokes at himself as well. While he is objectively not a very big person, he’s succumed a little bit to the 10 to 15 pounds everyone gains when they are happy and in love. But one morning, I saw him looking at himself in the mirror, grabbing the small pudge from his stomach, and agonizing about how much he felt it made him into a terrible person.

“That’s ridiculous,” I said. Because it so obviously was — he was trying to grab handfuls of his tummy for emphasis, but was struggling to even get one hand full.

“No, it isn’t,” he shot back, in that angry, desperate tone of voice I have so often used. “I am just a fat person, now.”

No, you’re not, I thought, and I wondered how many times Brian had felt like this: frustrated, annoyed, and helpless as he watched me tear down a thing he loved.

The thing that I have struggled the most with understanding is that, just like I am not just a fat girl, Brian is not just someone who likes fat girls. He is someone who has made it through this life, one that is inundated with social mores about what is OK and not OK in terms of physical attraction, and he is unmoved by any of it. How he handles this attraction is actually one of the most attractive things about him. He knows that his is not a popular opinion, and wastes no time caring about that fact.

I wish I could say that I am 100% OK with myself. I still do the thing where, when people compliment pictures of myself that I hate, I will wonder just how bad I look in all the other photos they aren’t complimenting.

But I do little things. When a couple of co-workers and I published this post about “one size fits all” clothing last December, I was terrified at the types of things people would say about my body. But when people were so overwhelmingly positive toward me, it reminded me of how important it is not to be your own biggest censor. I let myself believe the nice things people said.

Two years ago, I didn’t even realize they made bikinis in a size 18 — turns out that they do. Lots of cute ones. And this year, I intend to buy one, and wear it to the beach. And I will enjoy that no one will be able to complain to me about my belly fat (without looking like a crazy person). I will enjoy how excited that makes Brian, to see me happy in my own skin. I will let him enjoy the thing he loves without tearing it down. But more importantly, I will work to earn love from me, who is the person who will always play the hardest to get. I will flirt as hard as I can, and I will win myself back.

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This New Jersey Farm Is Using Cloth And LED Lighting To Grow The Freshest Veggies

You may have heard of corn that will be knee-high by the fourth of July, but this New Jersey farm has greater expectations. AeroFarms, located in Newark, New Jersey, is in the process of redefining agriculture.

The basis of AeroFarms is to bring fresh and healthy fruits and vegetables to cities that might not have the agricultural means for traditional farming. These farms tower over 30 feet high and specialize in aeroponic technology. To put that in less scientific terms, these fruits and veggies don’t require soil to grow, and they use significantly less water than traditional farms and gardens.

Could this change the face of farming as we know it? Check out the video below to learn more.

The world is rapidly changing, and our practices have to change along with it if we want to strengthen and protect the planet that gives us so much.

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Cross-Country Team Went For Their Morning Run…With Some Adorable Companions

It’s a rare treat for many rescue dogs to get to run around and play with other pooches…or even interact with humans. Most of the time, they’re kept in small, cramped kennels while they await their forever family’s arrival.

But that doesn’t mean the dogs don’t need — and crave — attention from the outside world. Not only does it help them to become properly socialized, it also ensures that the dogs are healthy thanks to the much-needed exercise.

That’s why what the St. Joseph High School Cross-Country team did for a bunch of shelter dogs is especially sweet. They go out on frequent morning runs…but just the other day, they decided to bring some new friends along for the fun.

First, they went to the Santa Barbara County Animal Shelter to pair each runner with an adoptable dog!

Then they were off for a few miles of running near the shelter!

Clearly, not all of them are in peak shape, but that’s what makes this so sweet! They’re all so happy to be outside, even if they can’t keep up with the athletic joggers.

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