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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"Don’t compromise yourself- you’re all that you’ve got."
Your body is not a steady size, it is not one shape.
It is not a list of accuracies, and inaccuracies.
It is not a set design; it does not stay in one mould.
Your body is a map, your body is a book; your body tells a tale.
Every inch speaks of a milestone, an event, an age. Every detail has meaning, every scar has a story, each mark holds a memory.
Understand your form, know it’s behaviour, appreciate it’s existence; thank it’s survival. But do not confuse it with the soul it bares. 
For you are more than a body can carry. You are precious, ambitious, and glorious.
No body can contain you, nobody can contain you.
The chains of the world will weigh you down, but your body shall never fail. The vast size of ignorance is unfathomable, but you are magnificent. 
Every hour of every day, the world pushes against you. This life tries to hold you down, exclaim that you are not good enough; squeeze you in to silent submission, shout that you must be small- quiet, un-noticable, nothing. Sit down- they’ll say, Silence, they’ll say.
But darling, expand.
Grow in to the full bodied person you were meant to be.
Strive to be happy, not to shrink.
Do not stay silent, be loud- be proud, do not hide yourself away.
For your stretch marks are signs that you have lived, your scars are acknowledgements of your struggles; body hair is a sign of life, and wrinkles contain wisdom beyond your wildest dreams.
Darling, do not be silenced.
Go strongly, lovingly, and be at one with yourself.
Accept yourself, for you are magnificent, and you are all that you’ve got.
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

"Don’t compromise yourself- you’re all that you’ve got."

Your body is not a steady size, it is not one shape.

It is not a list of accuracies, and inaccuracies.

It is not a set design; it does not stay in one mould.

Your body is a map, your body is a book; your body tells a tale.

Every inch speaks of a milestone, an event, an age. Every detail has meaning, every scar has a story, each mark holds a memory.

Understand your form, know it’s behaviour, appreciate it’s existence; thank it’s survival. But do not confuse it with the soul it bares. 

For you are more than a body can carry. You are precious, ambitious, and glorious.

No body can contain you, nobody can contain you.

The chains of the world will weigh you down, but your body shall never fail. The vast size of ignorance is unfathomable, but you are magnificent. 

Every hour of every day, the world pushes against you. This life tries to hold you down, exclaim that you are not good enough; squeeze you in to silent submission, shout that you must be small- quiet, un-noticable, nothing. Sit down- they’ll say, Silence, they’ll say.

But darling, expand.

Grow in to the full bodied person you were meant to be.

Strive to be happy, not to shrink.

Do not stay silent, be loud- be proud, do not hide yourself away.

For your stretch marks are signs that you have lived, your scars are acknowledgements of your struggles; body hair is a sign of life, and wrinkles contain wisdom beyond your wildest dreams.

Darling, do not be silenced.

Go strongly, lovingly, and be at one with yourself.

Accept yourself, for you are magnificent, and you are all that you’ve got.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

annieelainey:

IS IT MY CANE OR ARE YOU JUST HAPPY TO SEE ME?

These last few months of pain and these last couple of weeks using the cane, since the pain has become constant have been… well… shitty. I mean, I’m in CONSTANT pain with no explanation so far and it just sucks.

Doctor’s offices tend to trigger my BDD and this specific event, definitely. I can’t stand or walk for too long (a few minutes) before the pain becomes too much. I’ve also gained some weight since I’ve been unable to run, (I miss running so much, ooh, and dancing!!) and the weight gain messes with my head for sure. 

I’d been avoiding getting my cane in pictures, I’ve been avoiding getting pictures of myself in general, as much as possible. People keep telling me to smile… that I look down. Well, I’m new to this constant pain thing. I’m trying to find peace in the situation. 

This is how I start. My first #selfie with my cane. I’m not sure how long I’ll be like this, I think I feel better and then it comes back. So first, I’m gonna upgrade this cane then I will try to stay positive, and I will fight my harmful thoughts.

annieelainey:

IS IT MY CANE OR ARE YOU JUST HAPPY TO SEE ME?

These last few months of pain and these last couple of weeks using the cane, since the pain has become constant have been… well… shitty. I mean, I’m in CONSTANT pain with no explanation so far and it just sucks.

Doctor’s offices tend to trigger my BDD and this specific event, definitely. I can’t stand or walk for too long (a few minutes) before the pain becomes too much. I’ve also gained some weight since I’ve been unable to run, (I miss running so much, ooh, and dancing!!) and the weight gain messes with my head for sure.

I’d been avoiding getting my cane in pictures, I’ve been avoiding getting pictures of myself in general, as much as possible. People keep telling me to smile… that I look down. Well, I’m new to this constant pain thing. I’m trying to find peace in the situation.

This is how I start. My first #selfie with my cane. I’m not sure how long I’ll be like this, I think I feel better and then it comes back. So first, I’m gonna upgrade this cane then I will try to stay positive, and I will fight my harmful thoughts.

chubby-bunnies:

I am a size 20/22 woman from Texas. It has taken me this long to wear sleeveless tops that show my large arms and wearing a fatkini is a real leap for me. But you know what? I am so happy with myself. Learning to love yourself trumps any negative feelings you have about yourself. I no longer care what others think about my body. I am happy and I am what matters at the end of the day. Thank you to blogs like this one who show that larger bodies ARE beautiful!
Feel free to follow me and say hi!
http://whataburgerqueen.tumblr.com/

chubby-bunnies:

I am a size 20/22 woman from Texas. It has taken me this long to wear sleeveless tops that show my large arms and wearing a fatkini is a real leap for me. But you know what? I am so happy with myself. Learning to love yourself trumps any negative feelings you have about yourself. I no longer care what others think about my body. I am happy and I am what matters at the end of the day. Thank you to blogs like this one who show that larger bodies ARE beautiful!

Feel free to follow me and say hi!

http://whataburgerqueen.tumblr.com/

katiescarlettspeaks:

Recovery looks like affirmations instead of self harm

Even when it would much easier to go the other way

Loving your body takes hard work sometimes, and we have to remind ourselves every day how powerful, wonderful and inspiring it is that we’re here surviving and moving forward.

<3 

Let’s keep trying our hardest to stop hating our bodies and learn to accept the skin we’re in, and maybe eventually LOVE IT!

START A REVOLUTION: STOP HATING YOUR BODY

I grew up with people making excuses for my weight. My nan would call it ‘puppy fat’ and my mum would inform me that ‘it wouldn’t be fair’ if I was funny, smart, AND skinny. I wasn’t any better. I made excuses for myself too, and would tell myself every year that next year would be different. It wasn’t. I didn’t make any changes and I never learned to love who I was because I was waiting to transform from the chubby caterpillar into a beautiful, sleek, sophisticated looking butterfly. I never dreamed that all I was waiting for was acceptance from myself.
I’ve had bad self-esteem for years and it’s only since University that it’s gotten better. I’ve learned that people don’t really care about size, and I found it sad that they could accept me while I couldn’t. My housemates taught me that I’m not too big to be excluded, and I’ve learned to stop being apologetic about my weight. I worked out what size clothes I should be wearing and I’ve stopped crying over the numbers on the tags. I don’t wish I was anything but me. I’m not ugly because I’m fat. I’m beautiful with or without the extra digits on the scale. I’ve let happy, out-going, accepting people into my life and it’s made everything better. I know that it’s the steps I’ve taken to know myself, to accept myself, that I can have healthy relationships with others.
I’m happy because I’m finally coming to peace with who I am, and I’m happy because this blog exists.
If you ever need a friend, or just an ear, you can find me at: ibexie.tumblr.com
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I grew up with people making excuses for my weight. My nan would call it ‘puppy fat’ and my mum would inform me that ‘it wouldn’t be fair’ if I was funny, smart, AND skinny. I wasn’t any better. I made excuses for myself too, and would tell myself every year that next year would be different. It wasn’t. I didn’t make any changes and I never learned to love who I was because I was waiting to transform from the chubby caterpillar into a beautiful, sleek, sophisticated looking butterfly. I never dreamed that all I was waiting for was acceptance from myself.

I’ve had bad self-esteem for years and it’s only since University that it’s gotten better. I’ve learned that people don’t really care about size, and I found it sad that they could accept me while I couldn’t. My housemates taught me that I’m not too big to be excluded, and I’ve learned to stop being apologetic about my weight. I worked out what size clothes I should be wearing and I’ve stopped crying over the numbers on the tags. I don’t wish I was anything but me. I’m not ugly because I’m fat. I’m beautiful with or without the extra digits on the scale. I’ve let happy, out-going, accepting people into my life and it’s made everything better. I know that it’s the steps I’ve taken to know myself, to accept myself, that I can have healthy relationships with others.

I’m happy because I’m finally coming to peace with who I am, and I’m happy because this blog exists.

If you ever need a friend, or just an ear, you can find me at: ibexie.tumblr.com

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

Heyhi people. My name is Kayla and I just turned fifteen years old. I’m 5’10 and I weigh about 225. Yes, that’s overweight. Many generations of women in my family have struggled with their weight (my grandmother was 350+ until she started juicing several years ago, my mother has been a steady 400 my entire life, and I fear I’m following in their footsteps.) I love my family to death, I really do. But I’m worried about us. Not just them, but myself as well. They’ve taught me my entire life that food is good and you should enjoy eating. That food is meant to be used as a comfort. I’ve always been picked last in sports (besides basketball, but that’s because of my height), I can’t run in Phys Ed without having an emotional breakdown. I have severe social anxiety and I was diagnosed with depression at  the age of eleven. I’ve done a lot of things to hurt myself because I cannot stand my body. I’m covered in stretch marks, my hips are huge and my tummy is definitely there. It doesn’t help that I’m clumsy as hell and covered in scars.
Since the fifth grade I’ve gone to a uniform school, and I didn’t understand why I looked so different from the rest of the girls in their uniforms. Boys never wanted to flirt with me the way they did the other girls. In sixth grade there was a group of girls who decided to bully me because I had huge (36C is pretty big for a sixth grader) boobs and I didn’t tie up the back of my uniform with a hairtye like every other girl. It really got to me. I wanted to change, but I didn’t know how, so I went home an ate. I managed to grow four inches that year, which helped a little bit with the ‘fat’ image, but I still knew my weight and it constantly bothered me. Those bullies stayed with me and tortured me almost every day for three years.
I’m going to be a 10th grader this year at a new school (no uniforms) and I’ve discovered that boys can actually appreciate girls with bigger bodies. I had a boy that I had had a crush on since the sixth grade tell me last year at a dance, “Wow Kayla, you look absolutely stunning tonight…” because I was wearing a pretty dress that hugged me in all the right places. Something in that moment clicked for me, and since I’ve been learning to love myself. I’m not 100% there. Loving myself will always be a challenge for me, but I enjoy a challenge :)
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

Heyhi people. My name is Kayla and I just turned fifteen years old. I’m 5’10 and I weigh about 225. Yes, that’s overweight. Many generations of women in my family have struggled with their weight (my grandmother was 350+ until she started juicing several years ago, my mother has been a steady 400 my entire life, and I fear I’m following in their footsteps.) I love my family to death, I really do. But I’m worried about us. Not just them, but myself as well. They’ve taught me my entire life that food is good and you should enjoy eating. That food is meant to be used as a comfort. 
I’ve always been picked last in sports (besides basketball, but that’s because of my height), I can’t run in Phys Ed without having an emotional breakdown. I have severe social anxiety and I was diagnosed with depression at  the age of eleven. I’ve done a lot of things to hurt myself because I cannot stand my body. I’m covered in stretch marks, my hips are huge and my tummy is definitely there. It doesn’t help that I’m clumsy as hell and covered in scars.

Since the fifth grade I’ve gone to a uniform school, and I didn’t understand why I looked so different from the rest of the girls in their uniforms. Boys never wanted to flirt with me the way they did the other girls. In sixth grade there was a group of girls who decided to bully me because I had huge (36C is pretty big for a sixth grader) boobs and I didn’t tie up the back of my uniform with a hairtye like every other girl. It really got to me. I wanted to change, but I didn’t know how, so I went home an ate. I managed to grow four inches that year, which helped a little bit with the ‘fat’ image, but I still knew my weight and it constantly bothered me. Those bullies stayed with me and tortured me almost every day for three years.

I’m going to be a 10th grader this year at a new school (no uniforms) and I’ve discovered that boys can actually appreciate girls with bigger bodies. I had a boy that I had had a crush on since the sixth grade tell me last year at a dance, “Wow Kayla, you look absolutely stunning tonight…” because I was wearing a pretty dress that hugged me in all the right places. Something in that moment clicked for me, and since I’ve been learning to love myself. I’m not 100% there. Loving myself will always be a challenge for me, but I enjoy a challenge :)

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

ellosteph:

THE TRUTH ABOUT MY WEIGHT 

It really did take a lot for me to post this, since this is a touchy, as well as a personal topic for me. Thank you all for your love and support <3

justbeingbelle:

I was feeling really happy today and wanted to share with you my 5 positive things.

If you’re ever in a bad mood or feel anxious this is quite a good way to try and turn things around inside your head :)

Also, make sure you watch to the end as it has a special little thank you just for YOU.

I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think & subscribe if you’d like to see more,

Love,

Elle

www.youtube.com/justbeingbelle

I’ve never been very kind to my tummy. In fact for most of my life I’ve thoroughly hated it. I wasted years wishing it looked differently. I denied it nourishment hoping it would get smaller and flatter. I insulted and ignored it. Hoping one day it would live up to my unattainable expectations. I recently had been very sick because of my gallbladder, which I had to have out a little over a week ago (you can see the scars from my surgery on my stomach.) The whole ordeal has honestly made me appreciate what my stomach actually does for my body, and what would happen without it working properly. I had to go to the emergency room because at the worst of it I couldn’t eat or even drink anything without terrible pain. I want to give a public apology to my stomach. Its been a trooper and has put up with everything I’ve put it through. Its still working hard despite everything, and I’m going to appreciate it from now on. Not for something superficial like what it looks like, but for what it does. Its the way my body sustains itself, it gives me the energy to pursue my dreams, and fuels the vessel that carries out everything I do or will do in my life. I will give it the love and respect it deserves from now on.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I’ve never been very kind to my tummy. In fact for most of my life I’ve thoroughly hated it. I wasted years wishing it looked differently. I denied it nourishment hoping it would get smaller and flatter. I insulted and ignored it. Hoping one day it would live up to my unattainable expectations. I recently had been very sick because of my gallbladder, which I had to have out a little over a week ago (you can see the scars from my surgery on my stomach.) The whole ordeal has honestly made me appreciate what my stomach actually does for my body, and what would happen without it working properly. I had to go to the emergency room because at the worst of it I couldn’t eat or even drink anything without terrible pain. I want to give a public apology to my stomach. Its been a trooper and has put up with everything I’ve put it through. Its still working hard despite everything, and I’m going to appreciate it from now on. Not for something superficial like what it looks like, but for what it does. Its the way my body sustains itself, it gives me the energy to pursue my dreams, and fuels the vessel that carries out everything I do or will do in my life. I will give it the love and respect it deserves from now on.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!