A gentle reminder that NO ONE is allowed to tell you what you can wear. You’re a fat girl who likes leggings? Fantastic! You like mixing prints? Do it up! You like crop tops? Awesome! You like to dress modestly? You do that! You do not have to dress “for your size” or in “flattering” clothes. You don’t have to wear specific colors or patterns or silhouettes. You should wear what catches YOUR eye, makes YOU feel great, and you know what? Fuck what ANYONE else may think. Also relevant: you’re TOTALLY entitled to not like what someone else is wearing. but while you’re welcome to your opinion, remember that it’s just that: a) yours, and b) an opinion! Making fun of someone for what they choose to wear is 100% NEVER COOL! Hey, this is relevant because today’s challenge for #fmsphotoaday #fmsphotoadaymay is #shape. There’s so many different shapes and sizes of bodies, and they’re all super awesome! 

~Amber

Hi guys! My name is Makena and I am 18 years old!

I have been posting on SHYB since I started recovery for my bulimia with anorexic tendencies almost two years ago. I know the top picture looks like a before-and-after of my weight, but it’s not! The picture on the left is one of the first pictures I submitted of myself to SHYB, back in 2011. I was still in the midst of my eating disorder and very much struggling with my self-image. As you can see, I was too embarrassed to wear a bikini. Whenever I see that photo on the left, I see a very unhappy girl with zero confidence. I hated my legs and I thought I had a very chubby stomach. Now in the photo on the right, after nearly two years of recovery with much love and support, I see someone totally different! I see a girl that—can you believe it—was excited to wear a bikini to the beach, and not just wear it, but take pictures! I am just truly proud of all the positive changes and progress I have made in my life: I work out at least 4x a week and keep track of my nutrition (not calories). I actually am starting to love my body and I am learning more every day how to treat it with the respect it deserves.

Also, I just wanted to say, in August I will be one year purge-free!!:))

Anyways, thanks for reading this! If anyone ever wants to talk sometime, message me here!

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TRIGGER WARNING/TW: Mental/Psychological Disorders/Suicidal Thoughts/Abuse.

I was really inspired to post a picture here. This blog is incredible.

I’ve always been the bigger girl all my life. I grew up with a mom who couldn’t afford food that was nutritious, healthy, the like. I grew up eating whatever was around. Traditionally, junk. So, it’s rather embodied in my brain that eating is a way of comfort, to never eat the right things, drink the right things, make choices, live with them. It’s hard to break out of, this we all know. I didn’t have the best childhood, no father in the picture, I suppose he was disgusted and just high tailed and left, and my mother put me through 8 years of mental torment, constantly calling me fat in front of her friends, laughing at me, calling me a whore and a bitch.

Now I am 20 years old. No longer with my mother, my grandparents took the best of care of me, well. As much as they could.

At the age of 16 I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, Type 1. I suffer deep, deep depressions, I have been in one for 12 years. Small periods of high intense mania. Strong impulses, to shop, steal, use, lie, cheat, and eat.

But. I am high above those impulses. I am not letting my disorder define who I am. I am not letting my weight define who I am. I am a smart girl, who is artistic, lovely, incredible, and above all. Brave. To not succumb to suicide. To not go back to the Psychiatric Hospital. To not look at her arms and wrists and feel the urge, the stinging pain and succumb to it. No, I am not that person anymore.

I love this life I live. I love to wake up and look outside my window and see the light blue through my curtains and just know that another night has went and gone where I am still alive and breathing.

Today is going to be a good day.

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In my life so far, I have felt the pressure from society to be thinner. I tried to deny my curves, and constantly felt bad about my body. In the last year or so, I have started to pay attention to all the wonderful things my body is capable of. I have a chronic illness (fibromyalgia) and I needed to stop looking at my body as a size/number and see it as a magnificient piece of machinery. It is absolutely crazy that we can do all we can do with our bodies, and through that fact I have come to love myself. I am a one of a kind piece of art, and I will not let society dictate how I should feel about all the magical things my body is capable of. Society keeps girls depressed and upset about their bodies so they will not fulfill their full potential.

To everyone out there, your body is an amazing thing. Focus on the things it is good at (mentally, emotionally, physically) and stop focusing on what it looks like to an outsider. 

I mean, you only get one life and one body that is yours. Don’t let someone else’s ignorance dictate your life. 

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cougarmeat:

the-furry-wall:

coolhandluke93:

bigblackgeek:

Yes we do.

Way more than you realize. 

Thissss^^^^^^

Thank you!

(Source: everyones-fitblr, via bodypositivityforthemodernman)

Never submitted to here before, but I’ve been following for years and it’s really helped me to accept my own body image. I turned 22 last week, and I looked fabulous, don’t you think? 

If I can come back from my lowest point, you can too. Learn to love yourself, you will feel a million times better, and remember that you are BEAUTIFUL and SEXY just as you are. Don’t change for anyone but yourself. I learned to love myself and I am happier than I’ve ever been.

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TW: Mention of EDNOS

I’ve struggled with bad body image and EDNOS for most of my life. I’m 20 years old now, and I’m done hating my body.

All my life I felt like “the fat friend.” People always told me I had a pretty face, but that I could stand to lose a few pounds. I began binge eating in high school and was sucked up in the viscous cycle of restricting and binging. I’m doing a lot better and haven’t binged in a while. If you struggle with any sort of disordered eating: there is hope.

One of the biggest things that helped me overcome the negativity about my body was running. I started running and everything changed. When I run, I don’t think about how many calories I’m burning, I think about how awesome running feels and how excited I get when I can run further and faster than I did yesterday. Running helped me realize how amazing my body is.

And of course, I owe a lot of my confidence to my girlfriend for always making me feel beautiful no matter what. She taught me that it doesn’t matter what other people think of me, only what I think of myself.

When I took this picture, in all honesty, I was expecting to be disgusted with what I saw. Well, to my amazement, I fell in love with this picture and with my body. I realized that I wasn’t seeing my body the way it really was, I had this distorted image in my mind that was crippling my self esteem.

I’ve always been self-conscious about my stomach, but this picture helped me fall in love with it. My stomach is beautiful, as is the rest of me. I will never have a flat stomach, but that’s okay with me. I love my curves. 

You are more than your weight or pants size. Your body is beautiful and perfect in its own unique way. Your body deserves your love.

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hospitalgirl:

This is my life, guys. I don’t get to leave all of this behind at the hospital like a lot of people.
All of this and more is what it takes to keep me out of an emergency (and my definition of an emergency is very high) because I am in intestinal failure. Everything in this picture I just for that, not counting all my other organs. Normally when you are in intestinal failure you could get a small bowel transplant but because mine is caused by mito once my cells started populating the new organ it would go into failure and possibly worse.

So here is what everything is.
-the bag, is my ileostomy. What?! I don’t have crap leaking all over and smell terrible?! No. Just stop.
-the tube that has a green pad under it (the green is a frog dressing) is my gtube. Most Gtubes are used for Eating but mine is used to drain secretions and bile out of my stomach. If I didn’t, I would start violently throwing up and not stop.
-the last with the small blue cap is my appendicostomy. This goes through my belly button into my surgically altered appendix (no I can’t get appendicitis) and into my colon. We give a large amount of a medication through it as it needs to go directly to it. Hopefully soon I will be getting my colon removed.

datingdisastersofaqueergirl:

My husband bought me the perfect dress. 

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rosetintedskies:

thecurvygirlsguidetostyle:

BLOG UPDATE: Gone with the Wind www.garnerstyle.blogspot.com #plussize #bloggers #fashion #fatshion

I love her skirt

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I used to be insecure about my stomach and chest growing up as a boy. I don’t have the hypermasculine physique that society unfairly demands us men to have. I used to obsess if my stomach was too soft or if I had man boobs. I used to not go with my shirt off at all. I no longer anymore as I refuse to conform to these standards of hypermasculine ideals. Instead, I love that my stomach protects my internal organs and that underneath my chest holds my heart. My body’s importance is that it is the vessel for my soul and the carrier of the blood of my ancestors from Africa, Mississippi Valley, Mexico, England, and Spain. I don’t strive for that hypermasculine ideal through dieting, overexercising, drugs, or whatever stress that will come with it. I still have insecurities, but they’re withering away with my growing confidence and pride.

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(Source: crazygoingslowly, via internal-acceptance-movement)