Imagine it’s 20 years from now. You’re happily married. You live in a beautiful home with a huge yard. Your partner and you picked the big yard on purpose, because you knew your ten-year-old daughter would want to use it to run around and play. Your sweet, innocent, energetic daughter you would do anything for. The gorgeous daughter you look at until you feel your heart might explode.
Fast-forward two years, and your daughter stumbles upon the pro-ana community. You search her internet history and find her looking at the very images you, yourself, posted on your Tumblr 20 years previous. You find she has posted some of these images onto her own blog — black and white images of thin people, quotes about starving yourself, ABC diets — and the heart that you thought may explode slowly breaks. Tears stream down your face because you can’t bear to see the images in front of you, the images you know are hurting your beloved daughter, the daughter you see as perfect. You cry because she doesn’t see herself the way you do.
Now come back to the present.
You wouldn’t want your daughter to see your blog the way it is now, would you?
Every time you reblog something, ask yourself if you would want your future child to look at it. If the answer is no, don’t do it. Who knows how many daughters or sons you may hurt in the present if you did?”