StopHatingYourBody

justbeingbelle:

Dear body…

Here’s where we stand right now. We’re not really friends. I’m a gryffindor and you’re a slytherin… or maybe I’m the slytherin because let’s face it, I’ve not exactly been kind to you.

So, let’s move forward. Here’s my oath.

• I promise to treat you better.
• I promise to encourage you, and be proud of you.
• I promise to do more work with Stop Hating Your Body, because when I breathe the good energy of that site I like you more.
• I promise to try.

Friends?

Love,

Me.

This is me. I’ve had a lot of troubles with my body image. With bullying and self hatred. but that’s enough about me. I always blamed my bullies for the way i perceived myself. ALWAYS, but now i come to think of it. It was me. i always looked in the mirror and said things, said things to myself that made me feel a lot worse. I ripped my arms and legs to shreds. That was all me. yes the bullies where a part. But it was me that was putting myself down and making things worse, humanity needs to look at them selves and find the positives  they need to look in the mirror and think wow i have beautiful eyes. I’m curvy. I am beautiful. NO MORE NEGATIVES.  This image is more about me learning to love myself. me learning to love my curves, my eyes, my creativity, my personality. NOT ABOUT OTHER PEOPLES OPINIONS ON ME. I’m starting to like myself and eventually i will love the way i am i just need to keep working on it. (My blog)

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TW: Mention of a ED

This photo was taken at a club on New Year’s Eve and I finally have the courage to confront it. When I first saw it I was very ashamed of how unflattering it looked; I felt like my boobs looked too small, my mid-section looked large and shapeless and I don’t even want to start on the goofy grin I’m wearing. But you know what, I was happy in that photo. I was having the time of my life and that is what matters.

It’s hard to be able to say that but I finally can. My stomach is thing I am most insecure about and what fueled my eating disorder for so long. I’m constantly sucking my tummy in, trying to wear clothes that will flatter me and make me look thinner so I can compete with the unrealistic standard that all women should have a flat stomach. Well, I don’t have a flat stomach but that’s okay and it’s okay if you don’t either.

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livingwithendo:

loveandfaeriecock submitted:

“I am not INVISIBLE! March is Endometriosis awareness month”

[Endometriosis Awareness Giveaway entry #4]

I’ve submitted here before, but I figured I’d address a different topic this time - my smile, or more specifically, my teeth.

When I was a child, I came down with scarlet fever. This bug happens when the same bug that causes strep throat gets into the blood stream. It causes extremely high fever, a painful rash and can be deadly. I was put on antibiotics, and I believe that’s when we found out about my penicillin allergy. I can’t really remember more than the light tracking over the floor of the room I’d been isolated in until I could recover, honestly.

During that time, my adult teeth were forming, and we didn’t know that the drugs would permanently stain them. When they came in when I was 12, it looked like I was a heavy smoker. I was ashamed, already depressed for various reasons, and stopped smiling altogether for a long time.

The dentist couldn’t do much, since I was so young, so they put bonding on those teeth to hide the stains. Unfortunately, it left them disfigured.

As I grew, I ended up needing braces, since my mouth was just a little too small for my eye-teeth to come in.

After a year and a half of having metal in my mouth, all of my teeth came in, but the front ones were still out of alignment, and they are to this day.

I have days where I hate how my smile is. Although I don’t have a complete bite, I can still eat well, and keep my mouth healthy. Occasionally, people will make comments, but I’ve gotten past the point of hurt. Sometimes, I still get angry.

Since it looks like two of my front teeth are still growing in, I usually just tell them it’s a sign of eternal youth. Honestly, their opinion isn’t helpful or worthwhile to me.

If they want to pay the several thousand dollars needed for another round of braces, hey! That’s cool. I can’t, so I won’t be fixing something that’s purely cosmetic.

So, to sum up, imperfections can be turned into something positive, and those who feel the need to be pointlessly hurtful aren’t worth listening to.

Be strong, folks, and take care.

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Since I was nine, I’ve had breasts. Big ones. I am currently a 34 DDD, and growing.

I catch a lot of shit for how big they are, how other girls would kill to have them, how beautiful they are, how lucky I am… but I don’t think the people that say those things understand the constant pain and humiliation I am in. I have back problems, neck pain, severe headaches, among other things. I don’t know if you can see the extent of the chafing and indents in the pictures (please ignore my shitty tattoo I got when I was 18), but they look a lot worse in person. It’s red and bruised under my boobs, on my shoulders, on my back, and my sides. The pictures that I put up are from wearing my bra for just a few hours. I have to save up money for a whole year to be able to buy a bra that usually costs about $50-75 dollars- something that I can’t afford as a student living off of financial aid.

People want to touch them, they ask if they’re real, random strangers- women and men- come up to me and comment on them.

“Wow girl, you really are boob-a-licious”

“How do you walk straight?”

“Can you put those away?”

“Sorry if I keep looking down, those things are really distracting”

“Why would you want to get them reduced??? They’re awesome!!!”.

I get blamed for showing them off, being a tease, looking like a slut. Do you know how freaking hard it is to buy nice clothes that don’t show some cleavage with boobs this big? Yeah. 

It’s something that I’ve hated about myself for years and years and years. I’m getting a lot better, and am really starting to love myself again.. I just want people to understand that this isn’t fun for me. That I didn’t ask for these, so don’t tell me to be “thankful that God blessed me”.  

So, just.. think. Okay? Before you start telling a girl how hot she is because of her tits. Or before you say anything, really. Because maybe that’s not what she wants to be remembered for.

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(TW: brief mention of disordered eating and depression)

I am thin and I have always been thin.  I remember seeing this blog a while back but being too self-conscious to submit anything in fear of getting criticism because of my weight.  I often do receive critical remarks about my body because I am thin.  Sometimes people who say those kinds of things to me don’t realize that they are hurtful because they think that commenting on my weight, or lack of, is a compliment when I see it entirely differently.  And when I get defensive, they respond in ways that make me feel like my opinions about my body are invalid because I am on the lower end of the weight spectrum.

I have struggled with anxiety in different forms and major depression for most of my life.  My anxiety recently manifests itself in a way that it restricts my appetite.  There are days when I am not as hungry as I should be and I am always paranoid that someone is going to comment on how I have not eaten a lot by accusing me of having a disordered eating because I am already thin.  Most doctors I have seen always ask me if I have an eating disorder… not because my weight is dangerously low, but simply because I am visibly thin.  And when I tell them it isn’t a conscious weight loss effort, they have a difficult time believing me.

Once I read two posts on this blog from girls with experiences similar to mine, I felt comfortable enough to submit.  There was one girl’s post in which she mentioned having a mental breakdown in a Forever 21 because the smallest size was too big on her.  This experience is all too familiar to me.

I remember when I was too self-conscious to wear a bikini to the beach and people criticized my choice by saying that I shouldn’t be wearing a one-piece if I was thin.  Society makes me feel like my feelings about my body are invalid because of my weight.  Why would I want to show off my body if all I get in return are comments about how prominent my ribs and spine are?  While people are under the impression that being thin is welcome in society, I have difficult time finding clothing that fits well, I worry about being labeled as sick and as a result, I often feel as if my body type is unacceptable.  These ideas associated with a lower weight perpetuate the inaccurate stereotype that all people who are thin have disordered eating and have some kind of perfect and happy life when there are people who are thin for many different reasons and may not be confident with themselves despite their weight.  The number on the scale should not correlate to a level of happiness in a person.  A lower number also does not mean that your quality of life is close to perfect.  I am a living testament to this falsity as I have been at/under 100 lbs and have struggled with depression.  And if you think it is easier to date if you are thin, I never had a boyfriend for the first 21 years of my life.

What frustrates me a lot is that while this whole body positive revolution is going on, there are people who believe that they can further their cause by putting down people who are thinner. Saying that someone shouldn’t want to be thin because it is “gross” is not kind to to anyone with that body type.  I have been a fan of musician Amanda Palmer’s for years and her confidence has inspired confidence within myself to stop being so self-conscious about my weight.  People can say what they will about my body, but at the end of the day, it’s what I think that matters the most.  The best way to spread the idea of being body positive is by treating every single person’s body with respect, both your own and those of others.  Everyone’s body is theirs and theirs alone and they have a right to be healthily critical about it regardless of their weight. 

Please do not forget that the number on the scale does not determine your beauty and happiness.

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xx beverly-kills

(via self-love-101)

imsarahcate:

fuckyeahbodypositivity:

(you gotta prioritize you)

But it’s ok if that’s hard, and you can’t do it right now.  You’re still valuable, and lovely, and ok.  And I still love you anyway.  <3

(Source: loverofhollywood)

Hi there! I have been waiting a while to post on this site because I wanted to be in a place where I am fully confident in my body. I have finally reached that place. 

I chose to take a picture of my upper body only because this is where I have struggled for a long time. 

In high school, it became apparent that my chest was smaller than most other girls. (Especially in the locker room!). I have been a 32A cup since eighth grade, and started being bullied for it around my junior year of high school. 

When I searched for help/reassurance from those closest to me, I got responses like “Don’t worry, they’ll grow!” and “You can always buy a pair later”. But I wanted a way to love my chest without feeling like it was wrong or like I had to change it. I am small by heredity. My mother got breast implants (as she too was an A cup), and I am proud of her for it! But that is not who I am. I don’t need to buy a pair, I have a pair! and a beautiful pair at that! Just because you have a smaller bust size does NOT make you any less feminine! 

What really helped me was realizing that I can’t base my self-worth on what I think other people think of me. It’s just not helpful! 

So to those of you who are struggling with breast size, small and large and whatever! Just remember: Your body is unique. It is a beautiful, masterful work of art, and there is NO manual on what makes you “attractive” or “feminine”.Love your body, it is your vehicle for this human experience and it deserves care and appreciation. You are beautiful because you are you. 

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So throughout my long-long journey with my body, I used to feel that there was a certain way that I was supposed to look. I was supposed to be other than what I was: smaller, more fit, a bit shorter. At 5’10”, I’m the tallest in my family, including my step-mother and her two daughters. I have always felt like the “ogre” my sister teased me as growing up. My mother and father’s constant push towards gym memberships and dieting only made me feel as though there’s something wrong with the way I am. 

Finding feminism has helped me tremendously with accepting my body, and loving it! I know that I don’t need to accept beauty ideals or hold myself up to them anymore. 

I just tried on 4 dresses that I’ve had in my closet for a while. These are the only articles of clothing I own that were made for me.

1. Tolkien inspired Elven dress made when I was 13
2. Grad Dress, made when I was 17
3. Bridesmaid dress, made when I was 19
4. Rosie Cotton cosplay, made when I was (am?) 22

ALL of these dresses still fit me! Granted, a few are a bit snug, but it wasn’t an effort to get the zipper done up (other than having to pull my shoulder out of it’s socket to reach it…).

This just reaffirms the conclusion I’ve come to in my journey of body acceptance and love. THIS IS MY NATURAL BODY. I’m not supposed to be 50 pounds lighter. I am supposed to have these curves, I am supposed to be this tall. That’s not to say if my body changes in the future, that won’t be how I supposed to be. Now that I feel so positively towards my body (and it’s been a constant 3 year journey to get here) I look back at how I felt about myself and my body in high school and it makes me sad. 

Decide to love your body today! Don’t waste any more time holding yourself up to any standards but your own. It may not sound that simple, but I found it was. I decided to stop hating my body. I didn’t allow any more negative dialogue with myself. Even if I didn’t feel that way, I would look in the mirror and say that I loved my “worst” parts. I was amazed at how quickly the “fake it” became “making it”. 

I am so thankful for safe spaces on the internet, like this blog, that have helped me so much in altering my perception of others, and myself. 

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Hello,

I’m very new to this blog but felt the need to share. Hopefully it will inspire someone the way other stories here have inspired me. It’s a bit difficult to express the transition from despising my own skin to learning to love myself, but I’ll try my best.

I’ve always felt awkward in my own skin for as long as I can remember. In kindergarden I was too tall, In grade school I was too chubby. My mother didn’t really help. She used to call me horrible things and tell me I’ll never amount to anything. That I was worthless. And for a very long time I believed her. Why would my mother lie, you know. I still struggle with the idea that  I have worth, but I’m getting better. Time is on my side though.

The emotional abuse I suffered as a child was key in how I viewed myself and my worth throughout my teens and early twenties. It wasn’t good, at all. And the kids in middle school weren’t any help. I once had a boy I liked ask my to one of our dances. I was so excited and got all dressed up, but when I got there he said he’d only asked me out of pity. That no one else would have and he felt sorry for me. I stopped believing anyone was sincere when they asked me out after that. It was traumatizing for 6th grade me. I’ve probably missed out on several stable relationships because I thought the other person was joking. Who could love someone like me? I had nothing to offer. I still don’t believe someone the first time they bring it up. I’m working on that. I’m getting better. I’m still new at this love of self.

I had several toxic relationships over the years. The most notable is my ex-husband. Before we got together I was only 190lbs and I felt pretty good in my skin. I’d like to get back to that place, emotionally. I gained 120lbs after we moved in together. He’d pick at my weight, pick at my face because of my acne, insist I go exercise, even after an 8 hour shift on my feet without breaks. He found out all of my triggers and used them against me. To control me. If I spoke against him he’d mention I was turning into my mother. If I said I felt good about something he’d point out something else that i’d been fretting over. I don’t know why I married him. I guess I didn’t think I would find anyone better. I finally had a moment, where I was standing there planning my own death, that I realized I didn’t have to live with this. This was something I could walk away from. I wasn’t obligated to stay. I owed him nothing. So I left.

After we divorced I’ve made an effort to find myself and love myself. But it’s a very long road out of this emotional jungle and I still have a long way to go. I still find myself in toxic situations, but I’m getting better at walking away once I realize they’re toxic.


The point I’m trying to make is that it’s a struggle, but the freedom and liberation is worth the mountain of bull. Don’t give up, no matter what! It is worth every tear when you can finally look at yourself and say “I’m a pretty kickass person and my flaws are beautiful.”

Still working on it but I refuse to give up hope,

Vii

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