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Fat best friends on my 21st birthday! :) 
Vydri & Tae ♥
(each name is a link to our respective pages)

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

Fat best friends on my 21st birthday! :) 

Vydri & Tae ♥

(each name is a link to our respective pages)

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

thelisteningcrow:

Me performing my poem “Corporeal” at my school’s first ever open mic night. It was such an empowering experience. 

Corporeal

The time in which I loved my body is before recorded history

I’m sure there must have been a point in toddlerhood, childhood, where I tottered along, chubby cheeked angelically blonde and was amazed at the space in the world that I got to take up

but

I was 7 the first time someone called me fat

It was said with straightforward childlike innocence by a fourth grader on the playground I was standing by the play firetruck and with his proclamation something in me went out

I was a 7 year old child and the size of my body closed in on me like a vice and I still weep for the her that I was because I will never be able to set that right

In the first week of seventh grade I got a new addition to the title of fat when the boy sitting behind me in homeroom called me a “fat pig”

How original.

I spluttered back that pigs are actually very intelligent animals and I turned to the boy next to me for confirmation that the christener of my new title was out of line.

He was silent.

In tenth grade, I fought a fierce battle with a monster called depression that carved fifteen pounds off of my apathetic body.

I got congratulations from my teachers, my peers, my friends.

My hair fell out on my pillow and my eyes were sunken and I didn’t want to live anymore but that didn’t matter

What mattered was my weight

What mattered was my slightly flatter stomach

I wish I could go back to that girl and hold her and I still weep for her because I will never be able to set that right.

In the summer before eleventh grade I set lower and lower goal weights for myself. I tracked every calorie with a religious zeal. Breakfast. Lunch. Dinner. Gum. Breath mints. Bites of other people’s food.

I hit my lowest weight and I was never thin enough for people to worry and I was never thin enough for myself and people congratulated me for my fine example of health while I catalogued every exercise I did and every mouthful I ate.

I wish I could go back to that girl and shake her by the shoulders and I still weep for her, because I will never be able to set that right.

Sometime during the past year and a half, I snapped out of it. How much do I weigh now?

Let’s see

I weigh a heart full of compassion.

I weigh two lovely, strong legs, which I use for running

I weigh the hips I inherited from a family of brilliant women with “pear shaped” physiques, women who were lawyers and healthcare workers and teachers and mothers and lovers and protectors and friends.

I weigh one stomach that I feed with good foods and that my cat likes to sleep on when I read books.

I weigh a ribcage containing vital organs, and the fat that cushions those vital organs from harm .

I weigh an entire person who has realized that somewhere in the past 18 months I have learned to love the way I look, the things my body can do, the person I have become.

I’m not sure when self hate left I think he took the walk of shame slinking towards the door some early morning and sometimes he calls but I don’t pick up, and I delete his messages before I can listen to them.

I relit the fire inside myself with flint and determination and the sparks made by running shoes on concrete, and here I am.

I am not thin.

It does not matter.

I am well.

This is for all of you who still have a chance, to set things right.

Healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. It means the damage no longer controls our life.

Unknown (via nonelikejesus)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

thebodyprideproject:

My backside is my least favorite thing about my body, but my butt is cute. 

thebodyprideproject:

My backside is my least favorite thing about my body, but my butt is cute. 

When I was growing up, I always envied those girls who could wear those short shorts in summer. I never thought I could be one of those girls. My thighs are thick and rub together and my cellulite is always on display. I remember one time, I was attending summer school. I had on long blue jeans, a long sleeved yellow shirt, and a short sleeved thick vest. I felt so uncomfortable in my own skin that I didn’t even want to let a single part of me be seen. The strangest thing was, as people were asking me “aren’t you hot?”, I felt the need to lie and say I wasn’t.
And, when I realized I actually lied to people about something as simple as clothing, I knew I had a problem. It was a long road to feel good about myself,and to be honest I still have those days where I look in the mirror and cry. And unfortunately, I still have those days were I self loathe enough to put a blade against my skin. My journey isn’t over yet, but I’m a hell of a lot better off then I was before..
So here’s to wearing shorts in the summer,it’s hard I know I’ve been there.Take the steps, you’re worth it.
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When I was growing up, I always envied those girls who could wear those short shorts in summer. I never thought I could be one of those girls. My thighs are thick and rub together and my cellulite is always on display. I remember one time, I was attending summer school. I had on long blue jeans, a long sleeved yellow shirt, and a short sleeved thick vest. I felt so uncomfortable in my own skin that I didn’t even want to let a single part of me be seen. The strangest thing was, as people were asking me “aren’t you hot?”, I felt the need to lie and say I wasn’t.

And, when I realized I actually lied to people about something as simple as clothing, I knew I had a problem. It was a long road to feel good about myself,and to be honest I still have those days where I look in the mirror and cry. And unfortunately, I still have those days were I self loathe enough to put a blade against my skin. My journey isn’t over yet, but I’m a hell of a lot better off then I was before..

So here’s to wearing shorts in the summer,
it’s hard I know I’ve been there.
Take the steps, you’re worth it.


If you want to make my day, then follow my tumblr.
I love connecting with people.
thingsareroughallover.tumblr.com

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I spent all my teenage years feeling insecure and having low self-esteem. At the end of 2013, I decided enough was enough and made it one of my resolutions for 2014 to wear less make-up and to work on my self-acceptance and self-esteem. I used to never leave the house without make-up and refused to let ANYONE see me without make-up. I used to shower in the evenings and afterwards, immediately apply foundation and powder, even if it was just before bed. I hated my face without make-up, absolutely despised it and couldn’t stand to see myself without make-up. At least with make-up on, I felt ‘presentable’. I felt extremely vulnerable without make-up and make-up was a mask for me. It’s been 6 months and I am still learning to love myself, but I have made progress. I still feel insecure without make-up sometimes, but I no longer feel ‘forced’ to wear make-up. I wear make-up to enhance my features, not to hide them. I have no problem with leaving the house without make-up and letting people see me. I am far from perfect and will never be one of those drop-dead gorgeous models or a girl that can have any guy she wants, but this is me and this is who I am. So here is a massive FUCK YOU to society for making me feel like I am not good enough!
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I spent all my teenage years feeling insecure and having low self-esteem. At the end of 2013, I decided enough was enough and made it one of my resolutions for 2014 to wear less make-up and to work on my self-acceptance and self-esteem. I used to never leave the house without make-up and refused to let ANYONE see me without make-up. I used to shower in the evenings and afterwards, immediately apply foundation and powder, even if it was just before bed. I hated my face without make-up, absolutely despised it and couldn’t stand to see myself without make-up. At least with make-up on, I felt ‘presentable’. I felt extremely vulnerable without make-up and make-up was a mask for me. It’s been 6 months and I am still learning to love myself, but I have made progress. I still feel insecure without make-up sometimes, but I no longer feel ‘forced’ to wear make-up. I wear make-up to enhance my features, not to hide them. I have no problem with leaving the house without make-up and letting people see me. I am far from perfect and will never be one of those drop-dead gorgeous models or a girl that can have any guy she wants, but this is me and this is who I am. So here is a massive FUCK YOU to society for making me feel like I am not good enough!

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

*TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER*
I’m on the slow path of recovery from anorexia and bulimia, and I couldn’t be happier with my body at the moment. I can still feel my ribs and my spine just beneath my skin, but I’m gaining weight on my thighs and bum. It’s absolutely wonderful to see my body looking so healthy!
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

*TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER*

I’m on the slow path of recovery from anorexia and bulimia, and I couldn’t be happier with my body at the moment. I can still feel my ribs and my spine just beneath my skin, but I’m gaining weight on my thighs and bum. It’s absolutely wonderful to see my body looking so healthy!

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

arineat:

rapunzelie:

sb5ive:

rapunzelie:

new undies: cute stretchmarks: also cute

No no no and NO stretch marks are never cute!! wtf too lazy to go get some cocoa butter and use it daily? We all have stretch marks but we can get rid of it.. People should take care of themselves and if cocoa butter didnt work for you make an appointment for a laser stretch mark removal dont be a lazy ass

hey quick question: what’s your fuckin damage

1) I used cocoa butter every day during BOTH of my pregnancies and guess what? IT DID NOTHING. Cocoa butter isn’t some all-powerful, skin-healing, elasticity-restoring, miracle stretch mark cream. At best it helps reduce the appearance of stretch marks by a tiny bit. And I mean a TINY bit. 2) THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH STRETCH MARKS. Literally EVERYONE has them from one thing or another (though severity really is down to genetics). Why should someone spend money trying to alter their perfectly natural body with a laser? To please assholes like you? How about you get the fuck over it. And hey, while you’re at it, maybe do a little self-reflection and consider why someone else’s acceptance of their body bothers you so much.

arineat:

rapunzelie:

sb5ive:

rapunzelie:

new undies: cute
stretchmarks: also cute

No no no and NO stretch marks are never cute!! wtf too lazy to go get some cocoa butter and use it daily? We all have stretch marks but we can get rid of it.. People should take care of themselves and if cocoa butter didnt work for you make an appointment for a laser stretch mark removal dont be a lazy ass

hey quick question: what’s your fuckin damage

1) I used cocoa butter every day during BOTH of my pregnancies and guess what? IT DID NOTHING. Cocoa butter isn’t some all-powerful, skin-healing, elasticity-restoring, miracle stretch mark cream. At best it helps reduce the appearance of stretch marks by a tiny bit. And I mean a TINY bit.

2) THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH STRETCH MARKS. Literally EVERYONE has them from one thing or another (though severity really is down to genetics). Why should someone spend money trying to alter their perfectly natural body with a laser? To please assholes like you? How about you get the fuck over it. And hey, while you’re at it, maybe do a little self-reflection and consider why someone else’s acceptance of their body bothers you so much.

pocfatfashion:

RELAUNCHING THE FAT BABE SHIRTS!!!
YOU HAVE TEN DAYS TO BUY.
THESE SHIRTS ARE 15 DOLLARS
IF YOU NEED SIZED 4XL OR 5XL, PLEASE SELECT FRUIT OF THE LOOM.
BE VERY, VERY CAREFUL WITH SIZING. THESE SHIRT RUN A BIT BIG, SO IF YOU WANT A TIGHTER FIT, CONSIDERING BUYING A SMALLER SIZE.
IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS, FEEL FREE TO EMAIL ME (pocfatfashion@gmail.com) or send me a ask.
BUY HERE
Whitney xx

pocfatfashion:

RELAUNCHING THE FAT BABE SHIRTS!!!

YOU HAVE TEN DAYS TO BUY.

THESE SHIRTS ARE 15 DOLLARS

IF YOU NEED SIZED 4XL OR 5XL, PLEASE SELECT FRUIT OF THE LOOM.

BE VERY, VERY CAREFUL WITH SIZING. THESE SHIRT RUN A BIT BIG, SO IF YOU WANT A TIGHTER FIT, CONSIDERING BUYING A SMALLER SIZE.

IF YOU HAVE ANY QUESTIONS, FEEL FREE TO EMAIL ME (pocfatfashion@gmail.com) or send me a ask.

BUY HERE

Whitney xx

It’s not “us vs them” 
*if anyone could please link me to the original source, I’d like to give credit, and actually reblog it from them.

It’s not “us vs them”

*if anyone could please link me to the original source, I’d like to give credit, and actually reblog it from them.

(Source: lisbethhotchner)