These are my breasts. I’ve managed somehow to overcome the insecurities that I have regarding most everything else about my body… except for these. Every time I look at them, I wish they were even. Every time I look at them, I wish they were shaped differently or not scarred or not covered in stretch marks. I’ve chosen to submit anonymously, purely because I’m too ashamed to have this photo associated with me and with my Tumblr. It’s a fight to remind myself that every body is a good body and worthy of love and respect — including my own. The marginalization of bodies which society deems as not being “acceptable” puts such an immense amount of pressure on people who don’t fit the ideal, who don’t have conventionally beautiful breasts, arms, faces, legs, ears, noses, bodies. The preoccupation that people as a whole (myself included) have with weight and with appearance and with symmetry and perfection is tiring. It’s tiring to see so many people filled with self-loathing. It’s tiring to look in the mirror and pick apart my reflection, hating what I see. It’s tiring to think that my body isn’t “good enough” or “acceptable,” purely because it’s different from her body or her body or your body. Does this affect my validity as a person? No. Why am I so concerned with it?
Thank you so much for this site. It’s encouraging to see so many people intent on loving themselves. Each and every person is uniquely beautiful. Although it’s often a challenge, I strive to remind myself that flaws are what make us different and human and wonderful, and others’ expectations absolutely shouldn’t determine how I feel about my own perfectly lovely, capable body.