This is a place of encouragement, a place to discuss body image, insecurities, self-esteem, and everything under the umbrella of fighting self-hate and finding self-love.

No matter what you look like, what color, what gender, sexual orientation, what size or however many "flaws", healthy, not healthy, working on it, abled, disabled, we are all human, we all deserve to be happy, we all deserve to love ourselves. With this blog you will see all kinds of REAL bodies, REAL people, REAL stories.

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the-uncensored-she:

Women should NOT be forced to fucking feed their babies in a goddamn bathroom, all because we live in a misogynistic, porn-warped society that’s been brainwashed to believe that female breasts used for anything other than male pleasure is “indecent”. Support public breast feeding and end the porn culture.

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Fashion Blogger Emmi Rantakallio @ www. roosascloset.blogspot. (Stockholm,Sweden)

She’s Beautiful……

I struggled with anorexia and depression all throughout High School. I was in a very dark place that seemed impossible to escape. However, after meeting positive people in college and discovering group exercise I learned to FUEL my body for my workouts, not deprive it as punishment.
For those who are struggling with eating disorders please know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel - keep pushing forward toward your goals and I promise you’ll come out happy and healthy.
Now, as a confident, genuinely happy, curvier girl I invite all of us women to take this challenge. We ALL deserve to feel beautiful with where we are right now. Post a photo on Instagram that you feel beautiful in (does not have to be a selfie, can be a photo with friends or family etc) and copy paste this caption:
Body Positivity (n): loving and accepting your body at any size. I nominate (nominate three people) to post photos that they feel beautiful in. Rock what ya got ladies! And remember to hashtag #bodypositivegirl.
Remember that you are beautiful, limitless and strong!
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I struggled with anorexia and depression all throughout High School. I was in a very dark place that seemed impossible to escape. However, after meeting positive people in college and discovering group exercise I learned to FUEL my body for my workouts, not deprive it as punishment.

For those who are struggling with eating disorders please know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel - keep pushing forward toward your goals and I promise you’ll come out happy and healthy.

Now, as a confident, genuinely happy, curvier girl I invite all of us women to take this challenge. We ALL deserve to feel beautiful with where we are right now.

Post a photo on Instagram that you feel beautiful in (does not have to be a selfie, can be a photo with friends or family etc) and copy paste this caption:

Body Positivity (n): loving and accepting your body at any size. I nominate (nominate three people) to post photos that they feel beautiful in. Rock what ya got ladies! And remember to hashtag #bodypositivegirl.

Remember that you are beautiful, limitless and strong!

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

bigsiscloset:

The best thing on a cool morning? A hot cup of tea… or a dress that looks like one!!!!!!! Our bestselling dress is back in stock (but probably not for long…!) #psootd #plussize #psblogger #effyourbeautystandards #celebratemysize #plusmodelmag #tcfstyle #daremagazine  (at Your Big Sister’s Closet)

bigsiscloset:

The best thing on a cool morning? A hot cup of tea… or a dress that looks like one!!!!!!! Our bestselling dress is back in stock (but probably not for long…!) #psootd #plussize #psblogger #effyourbeautystandards #celebratemysize #plusmodelmag #tcfstyle #daremagazine (at Your Big Sister’s Closet)

He took my hand in his, guiding my fingertips along the skin of his thighs, I could feel the softness separated by streams of pale white skin- stretchmarks- connecting and weaving throughout his skin, I was a cartographer documenting new territory, letting my fingers trace over the small lines that seamed to keep him intact…Creating interlocking puzzle pieces of skin in their wake as if without them glueing him together he’d disapear into a thousand bits and pieces, magical. He brought my face to his and whispered softly “we all have them, they’re not bad”.