#cleanbean

[stochastique-blog]

Love me

#cleanbean #vegannewyorkcity #peacetrainnyc #veganburger #eatdifferent (at TRUFA RESTAURANT) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1ZbOVRjNnOsexPvpjxd29sLdumu3kT3Kq7wi40/?igshid=uvwh2a9z0ky0

[cleanbeanart]

Hi! This is me. I make Life Series SMP art and animatics.

[alexandra-estefania-estrada]

#6months #cleanandsober #cleanandserene #cleanbean #grateful🙏 Continued to be blown away on this miraculous journey of sobriety. This is nothing short of a miracle, and my worst day sober is significantly better then my best days’ under the influence. Even through the muck and the misery I’ve been able to make a decision to turn, and I’m not turning back. I’m being awakened and attuned to the truth purpose of life and nothing has ever felt so good. My solution? God. The only sustainable solution. Thank you for all your support and love family and friends- without you all I’d be still lost. 🥰🙏 https://www.instagram.com/p/B446DUAH5b5/?igshid=1jf8866v29981

[guenthergroup]

Even the famous Bean sculpture needs to get washed. Get to the park before seven and you can see it in action. . . *** #cleanbean #chicago #illinois #chicagoparks #midwestern #chicagotraining #downtownchicago #reflections #earlymorningwalk (at The Bean) https://www.instagram.com/p/B1w2sttgsq5/?igshid=1dh6l1ngyhbpv

[starrikkyrubui]

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Rufio's first bath! Part 1 YEEEES! #cleanbean #fursuit #cleanfursuit #fursuitmaker #fursuitpls #fursuitphotography #fursuitplz #fursuitpursuit #furryfandom #furry #fursuiter #fursuitcare #rufiobarkosharko #rufiofursuit #rufiobarkshark https://www.instagram.com/p/ByOGKa6Df2t/?igshid=163vl8kl6m4sk

[vaginalarmageddon]

Beans = High Art @quesostinkybeans #CleanBean (at Bon Air (Pittsburgh))

[redclovercoffee]

⚠️FREE SHIPPING!⚠️ ☕Ultra clean beans delivered straight to your door. 👨‍💻You can find it on the internet! . . . #freeshipping #cleanbeans #specialtycoffee #smallbatchroasted #singleorigincoffee #coffeemugs #coffeetime #coffeeaddict #riseandshine #redclovercoffee #helpingothers #givingback https://www.instagram.com/p/B-Z1X46hHr5/?igshid=7qf2mcy86j78

[tedwoods]

Loving my new @oldcampwhiskey bandana courtesy of my homegirls at @thebigtimeonline #MondayFresh #cleanbean

[ninjachef27]

Caught him right after he finished eating and was looking for another helping! #booboo #bibble #tuxedoman #liloldman #cleanbean #pastaboi #CharlesYickens #lizardtongue #dogsofinstagram #dostagram #blacklabsofig #blacklab #sweetboi #savannah #georgia#ga #912 #patientlywaiting #himlovespasta @wandering.crow (at Savannah-garden City)

[x-24]

Random sis pic. #family #sister #carpics #roadtrip? #dontremember #cleanbean

[beautifuldisaster75]

#cleanbeans

[alexandra-estefania-estrada]

#lmao #truth #thesoberlife #reborn #cleanbean #lit https://www.instagram.com/p/B3TRmP8nUzg/?igshid=w0vgn42sqyo0

[thepigidea]

A trip to the farm...

The usual trip taken to feed the pigs begins in Brick Lane where we pick up our Okara from Clean Bean - London's only organic tofu producer. Okara is by-product of Tofu production that is actually a delicacy in Japan - the pigs would agree! Check out where you can buy Neil's tofu here.

As I turn off Brick Lane, down (believe it or not) Bacon Street, we begin our journey to Peckham where we meet the wonderful Kristen and Oscar at Gringa Dairy. Here we collect two 80 litres tubs of glorious whey - you don't want this on your clothes in the heat or you'll smell like yogurt all day! Sometimes we also get a bit of Kristen's incredible Mexican Queso Fresco, made from organic cows milk!

On to the final leg of our adventure - the farm! As we cross over London Bridge and through the East end we finally arrive at Stepney City Farm to the loud grunts, oinks and squeals from the Pigs. They know why we're here and as we open up the storage units for the food they get noisier and noisier until we give them a good helping of whey infused okara!

Before we arrived Reynolds have dropped off some carrot and potato peels and the guys from White Hart Brewery have delivered some spent brewers grains - all in all a varied, healthy and tasty menu for the pigs!

This guy just couldn't wait:

Edd Colbert - Campaign Coordinator

[alexandra-estefania-estrada]

#skiprocks #dontsmokethem #cleanbean #onceuponatime #neverforgetwhereyoucamefrom #soberissexy #lifeistooshort #woke https://www.instagram.com/p/CEi9cZHD-_8/?igshid=1v2oea9wfzadm

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Not Just Ill: Redefining My Chronic Condition

Dealing with an invisible chronic illness isn’t easy. Beyond the fatigue, physical pain, and brain fog, there’s another layer of struggle: people don’t see how unwell you are. They see the outside—maybe a sun-kissed face, some makeup, a well-put-together outfit, a warm greeting—and they draw their own conclusions.

They see you show up at a birthday party and think, “She must be doing better.” They don’t know that you had to sleep for two hours beforehand and will now be in bed—or glued to the couch—for the next three to five days because you went. They ask how you're doing, and you say, “I'm fine.” Not because it’s true, but because sometimes you're simply tired of talking about being sick.

In my case, I really do get sick of talking about being sick.

So yes, people sometimes assume I’m better than I am. Some may even think I exaggerate my illness. After all, lots of people are tired—and they still get up and go to work. Why can’t I?

It’s okay. I understand how society copes with things it can’t see or make sense of: it labels, defines, reduces. It filters experience through its own lens so the unfamiliar becomes manageable. Living with an invisible illness for the past five years has taught me to tune out those voices. I’ve learned to define myself based on my own sense of worth, not the value placed on me by others.

When ‘Illness” becomes “Disability”

Still, that definition of self took a jolt last week. While doing research for my book on invisible illnesses, I came across something unexpected: several major health organizations now classify my condition as an invisible disability. That word stopped me cold.

According to the World Health Organization’s World Report on Disability (2011), disability is defined using the International Classification of Functioning, Disability and Health (ICF), which breaks down functioning into three interconnected categories:

Impairments: problems with body function or structure

Activity limitations: difficulties in executing tasks or actions

Participation restrictions: challenges with involvement in life situations

Disability, then, isn’t about one diagnosis—it’s about how health conditions interact with personal and environmental barriers to limit engagement in life. The ICF uses neutral language and doesn’t distinguish between physical or mental origins. If your condition affects your ability to function and participate fully, it qualifies.

Suddenly, I found myself staring at the screen thinking: Wait. You mean I’m disabled?

The word “disability” has always carried a specific image in my mind—something concrete, visible, undeniable. I never thought to put my illness, or any chronic illness, in that category. Illness felt like a challenge, something to fight, to manage, to overcome. Disability felt... definitive. Permanent.

But that’s the thing: having a chronic illness is a disability. It impacts my ability to participate in society. It limits what I can do. It interferes with basic functioning. And it’s real, whether people see it or not.

Seeing the Unseen

According to Hidden Disabilities Sunflower, one in six people globally live with a disability. Of those, an estimated 80% are non-visible. That’s over a billion people, most of them unseen—and undervalued. Yet every one of them has something meaningful to offer. We want to engage. We want to be included. We deserve the space to contribute.

Maybe “disability” is a better word after all. “Illness” often implies recovery is coming, or should be. There’s an unspoken apology in it, a pressure to heal. “Disability,” on the other hand, demands society’s acceptance. It calls for accessibility, empathy, and policy that affirms our worth.

So here I am: a woman with an invisible disability. And an awful lot to give—to those who acknowledge my boundaries, honor my integrity, and respect my value. 

Maybe it’s time we all reconsider what disability really looks like—and who we assume doesn’t carry it.

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Source: Not Just Ill: Redefining My Chronic Condition

[msfabs]

because she just had a bath & is gorgeous #JoRoe #sphynxbaby #sphynxkitten #sphynxofinstagram #cleanbean #yoda #greeneyes