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Our mission: to love ourselves, every last inch! To support others, help build positive self esteem! This is The Body Peace Revolution!

This is a place of encouragement, a place to talk about body image, a place for feeling beautiful. No matter what you look like, what color, what gender, what size or however many "flaws", healthy, not healthy, working on it, 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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Hello. this is me. I’m 198lbs and 5’4. I’ve never had an eating disorder or self harmed.

I have tried losing weight as I have several insecurities, my diets never worked so my doctor referred me to a dietician. The first time I went to the dietician, she weighed me and I couldn’t believe what I saw on the scales. I hadn’t weighed myself for months but I knew something had to be done. I was classed as obese. After 8 months of seeing the dietician, I wasn’t losing weight, I was gaining. I realised that I didn’t want to change who I was just to fit in with society.

I often got teased by my weight and how I looked, my own dad would call me names and say I put on more weight everytime he saw me. People at school would call me ugly, fat, small. I was known for having big boobs, my boobs were bigger than everyone elses, which I’d also get teased about. The comments used to offend me and get me depressed. I hated getting undressed or looking at my stomach in the bath, my stretch marks got worse everytime. I was too embarrassed to wear a swimming costume, I so badly wanted to wear a bikini with confidence, but I couldn’t. My appearance got me so down that I didn’t want to speak to anyone, I’d shut myself out and hardly ever went out with my friends. I hated the way my legs looked in jeans and would get paranoid if people were staring at me. I thought no one would ever like me for who I am, not just the way I look.

I was wrong.

My friends made me feel beautiful. My boyfriend made me feel beautiful. I made myself feel beautiful. I am beautiful. Inside AND out.

There’s someone out there who will see your beauty. Who ever is reading this, you are truly beautiful.

I may not be thin, but I like the person I am now and I wouldn’t ever want to change that.

YOU are beautiful.

:)

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