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StopHatingYourBody
On a mission to live a body positive life
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.
(Source: crazygoingslowly, via internal-acceptance-movement)
I wish self-esteem campaigns would focus less on “everyone is beautiful” and more on “who the fuck cares if you are beautiful or not”
sorry for the mirror shot, I couldn’t get a good picture otherwise.
For a long time, I didn’t realize that I had a problem with self-esteem. I thought insecurities were just to be expected. But a few years ago, I realized that I had insecurities that I really wanted to overcome. My friends, since I was in sixth grade, would always tell me how skinny I was. All the time. “You’re too skinny,” is what they would say. I would play it off as a compliment, but it actually really bothered me. Because I didn’t agree with them. I wore clothes that hid my “muffin top,” as I called it. I was so insecure about the extra fat on my hips, which is where all my extra fat ended up. I would wear pants with high waistbands so that they would cover my hips, and I stopped wearing bikinis because the bottoms didn’t hide my hips. I may have been “skinny,” but I wasn’t happy about it, like so many of my friends expected me to be.
Things continued like that for me for years. Now, as a soon-to-be-graduated senior in high school, I’ve finally accepted my body. I’ve realized that my body has a certain place to keep fat, and that that’s okay. I’m excited to start going to the gym and exercising, and hopefully to better the parts of my body that I’m more proud of, like my legs and my stomach. I’m excited to wear a bikini this summer and be proud of my body and the way I feel about it now. I’m excited to be able to look in the mirror and think “Hey, you’re pretty beautiful.” I know that I’ve got a bit of a ways to go, but I’m pretty dang proud of how far I’ve come with myself.
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TRIGGER WARNING: eating disorders, harassment, abuse, self-hate
So I’m not much of a talker, but I’ll do my best to get my point across.
THE FACTS
1. I had (still have) a poor relationship with my father in middle school. I was in an abusive relationship with a kind of friend in middle school. I was sexually harassed in middle school. I logically (though ultimately irrationally) concluded that there was something wrong with me. I spent the next two years striving to lose weight.
2. I lost weight, twenty pounds of it, and also lost my period and sanity because I was anorexic. (I was never technically underweight, but my body was wasting away all the same.) A shrink and a dietician “fixed” me, but for whatever reason, I was determinedly unfixed.
3. This is my senior year of high school. I have had a lot of falls and a lot of triumphs, and my life is eons, lightyears, universes away from something spectacular.
But this is not my body’s fault. And I have learned to love it.
I LOVE MY BODY BECAUSE
1. The places I’ve pierced my body (belly-button, nipples, VCH) have helped me to love it. When I hated my curvy belly, I decorated it. When I hated my big bouncy boobs, I made them my own. When I felt that my lady parts were working against me, I took control of them. I am fiercely proud of what I’ve done to my body.
2. My body is sensitive and can be delicate. My body knows when something is wrong. When I travel, when I eat something that doesn’t agree with me, when I refuse to eat, my body tells me. It may not always be pleasant, but it knows what’s good for me.
3. My body is strong. It can run for miles. It can push things, lift things, hold things. My body keeps me safe.
4. My body is much more than beautiful. My boyfriend thinks it’s beautiful, sure, but I no longer care if people think it’s beautiful or not. My body is more than a collection of attractive/unattractive parts. My body is my home, and nobody has to apologize for the place that they live in. And I will never apologize.
I’m being brave again and submitting this because I looked at it and thought I like how my body looks. This is huge. I NEVER think that. I have gained a lot of weight and at my highest weight ever, and I am constantly at war with my body. I have suffered from eating disorders for three years, and have had terrible, horrible, non-existant self esteem for even longer. Maybe it’s just the lighting and the way I’m standing, but I actually like how I look here. Taking pictures of my body helps me to see it the way it really is and not the distorted way I see it daily in the mirror. I think the human body is a beautiful thing and is not something to be ashamed of in any way shape or form. And I’m not ashamed of my body for this one moment. I am scarred and I have thick thighs that touch and a lower belly pooch and small boobs, and thats okay. I’m still beautiful how I am. My body is mine and I need to accept it. And if I can accept it in this photo and share that acceptance with all of you, that is a step in the right direction.
I never thought I would see myself in a bikini ever again, but that’s essentially what I’m wearing- a bikini. And it’s clothing that I feel proud and comfortable to wear, even after all this time.
I submitted a photo a year back when I was trying to deal with weight gain that came with recovery from anorexia. I was still incredibly insecure, but I felt that sharing my body and trying to become more comfortable with it might help me overcome my insecurities. One year and lots of hard work later, I finally feel like I’m at a place where I can be happy with myself, inside and out.
It’s still a lot of work and I have days where I feel like I’m relapsing, only to challenge my disordered thoughts and manage to find myself stronger in the end. I know that I’m almost there, and not being able to exercise due to an injury won’t stop me from recovering. The last step in my recovery is learning to be okay with myself without feeling the need to exercise, and I’m surviving it one day at a time. It’s been almost two months since my last workout, but I’m still on the road to recovery— it may be slower than before, but I’m still going.
I think my final message to everybody is that you’re beautiful, even if you don’t think that you are. Loving yourself doesn’t happen overnight, and it’s going to be a lot of hard work, but it’s worth it. You’re worth it. You are beautiful and loved, and all those people who love you will continue to love you +/- 20lbs, I promise you that.
The first step is learning to love yourself, and freeing yourself from the restraints, whether it be internal or external. You only live once, so let your life revolve around happy moments and exciting things rather than your body because it doesn’t- and never will- define your worth.
Feel free to message me at livelaughrecover.
You look good today, honey!
You are awesome and you should know that! :) <3
I put this notice on the door of my room, so will the first thing I will read every day be something positive. :)
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Hey all! We’re running low on submissions right now and we’d absolutely love to hear your story! If you’ve been thinking about submitting your story but you’ve been on the fence, now is a great time to try! And don’t forget we can always make your post anonymous if you prefer!
No matter who you are, your story is important!
This is my first submission.
I’ve been following this blog for a couple months now. It’s very inspiring to see people show the world themselves, even when it’s very hard for them, but that’s what makes them so brave and strong and that’s what I aspire to be every day.
This photo isn’t something I struggle with, but -in fact- something I enjoy. This photo is of something I learned to love about myself over the years. I won’t give you my whole story just yet, but when I was younger I was extremely self-conscious about everything. However, one day I decided to choose something and just begin to love it. Once I loved that part of myself I would move on to the next thing that bothered me. It’s really hard, but I’m glad I started when I did or I wouldn’t be where I am today. My white stretch marks are from when I shot up and stayed put. They don’t bother me at all anymore. In fact, I think they look really cool. They’re like lightning bolts -electrifying, beautiful and fantastic.
So many beautiful people post on this blog every day and I would just like to thank them for being so courageous.
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Too tall, not funny enough, not smart enough, too lazy, not good enough
I think that high school is when most people learn who they are and where they fit in and how they view themselves. It’s a time to learn. Most of my teenage life, I have felt miserable about myself. Looking in the mirror was a chore rather than a simple thing and I always felt like the odd one out. In a group of gorgeous size 2 girls, it’s easy to feel like you’re the one that no one pays attention to. Always having been the taller, bigger chested girl growing up made me feel like I just stuck out, and not in a good way. I wasn’t prepared for how hard and cruel high school would be, and how people who you think are your friends only worry about themselves. My first three years, I did whatever I could to have this huge group of friends that I thought were amazing and fun and loved me. I cared more about what people thought of me and doing the cool thing than I cared about how I was being treated. In those three years, I learned more about having self-confidence and learning to trust the right people than I had in all of my life. They quietly tore each other apart, and I wasn’t excluded from that. Fake public displays of friendship that led to ripping the others to shred in private, backstabbing, and things that even my worst enemy would wish upon me. When the people who are supposed to raise you up and be there for you no matter what are the ones that tear you down, your self-worth and trust is torn down to nothing. I learned to love who I was discover true friends that made me feel like I deserved happiness, like I deserved better. Finishing out my senior year and preparing for college, I find myself not caring what other people think of me, and just doing what I want and having fun. Life is too short to let small minded people control how you view yourself and how you live. I guess what I want to say to anyone struggling in high school or in general, is that it gets better. When you surround yourself with the right people, it is so much easier to love yourself. Find something that you’re passionate about and go for it. When I started singing, I was a nervous wreck and I thought that I was horrible. But taking leaps of faith make you a stronger, better person. A year ago, I couldn’t imagine singing in front of 100 people, let alone the 1000 that I did this year. Every time I invest in myself and push myself, I’m stronger and happier. It’s a confidence boost and it makes your life so much happier. Live your life how you want to live it, and be happy with who you are. You may not always be the prettiest or the smartest or the most artistic or most athletic. But you are the only you, and you have things about you that people would kill for. So from here on out, I plan on embracing all sides of myself; funny, outgoing, caring, musical, quiet, loud, angry, happy, loving. Because I’m pretty special, and so are you.
welcometotheplaidhouse asked:
Hi I was wondering if you could ask your followers to help me out with an English project. I'm making a video on how people's body image has been affected by the fashion industry/media in general. If anyone could send me a video of themselves discussing this topic and their personal experience with it I would be forever grateful!
Signal boost :) Contact welcometotheplaidhouse.tumblr.com if you’re interested!
Hey y’all! Amber here! I’ve taken a bit of time off from SHYB mod duties, but I wanted to pop back in to remind you all that I’m still fighting the good fight for body positivity!
Just wanted to remind you as the weather gets warmer about the two most important steps to getting a rad beach body for the summer!
- put on a bathing suit
- go to the beach!
I’ll be rocking my fatkini for the first summer ever and I couldn’t be more excited!
Let’s not forget that no matter what shape, what size, what health status, whether you think someone’s ugly or pretty or wearing something flattering or unflattering, EVERYONE has the right to their own body, their own style, and basic respect! And EVERYONE deserves to have a great time at the beach! So instead of judging, I implore you to focus on making the best of the summer of 2013!
for more body positivity feel free to check out my instagram (username randomlancila!)
(oh yeah, and this awesome fatkini was made by By Ro Designs!)
Trigger Warning: Self Harm and Eating Disorders
My name’s Dana, and I am fifteen years old.
For a long time I’ve been insecure about my looks. Even as a young kid I would stand in front of the mirror and analyze every bit of my body. I just didn’t think I was beautiful. My eyes were too far apart, my nose too big, etc etc.
Then came high school. Along with the other pressures of high school life, like grades and friends, puberty brought along it’s own struggles. The former self esteem issues became magnified to the extreme. The self hatred started. I attempted suicide three times.
What you can’t see in this picture are the scars. The marks up and down my wrist, and zig-zagging over my hips. You also can’t see the tears over the number on the scale as I struggled with my weight. I’m 5’8”, and I was nearly down to 100 pounds. I’ve been fighting my self harm for two years now, and my anorexia for about the same time. It’s hard for me to eat what I want to eat, to try to recover, to think that maybe
I am worth recovering.
It’s hard. Anyone who’s ever had an eating disorder, or has gone through depression and self harm will tell you that it’s hard trying to change your thought process, trying to tell yourself that you’re worth it, you’re better than this, you’re beautiful. But I’m trying. I’m trying my hardest to recover, and I’m trying to live my life as well as I can.
Today is 4/26/13, I am 5’8”, and I currently weigh 133 pounds.
And I am happy with myself the way I am.
