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I had major insecurities towards my body, I never liked it. I’ve had negative thoughts ever since the age of 10. Though now I can finally say I have a better positive body image. The journey of loving myself was hard, but I’m so proud at how far I’ve come. I feel so much stronger than I was years ago. 
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I had major insecurities towards my body, I never liked it. I’ve had negative thoughts ever since the age of 10. Though now I can finally say I have a better positive body image. The journey of loving myself was hard, but I’m so proud at how far I’ve come. I feel so much stronger than I was years ago. 

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I’ve never taken a picture of myself (even mostly) naked before and I always avoid having pictures taken of me in a swimsuit. I took about ten other pictures to post on here before realizing that the reason why I didn’t feel confident in any of them was because I was posing in a way that I felt was supposed to “hide” my body. As soon as I struck a confident “Wonder Woman” pose, my entire attitude changed. I felt like a million bucks, and it wasn’t just because of my underwear! I’ve always had insecurities about my stomach, hips, and thighs, but, tonight, I feel powerful in my body. I feel like Wonder Woman. Time to kick some butt for the Body Peace Revolution! I AM CURVY AND I AM WORTHY!
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I’ve never taken a picture of myself (even mostly) naked before and I always avoid having pictures taken of me in a swimsuit. I took about ten other pictures to post on here before realizing that the reason why I didn’t feel confident in any of them was because I was posing in a way that I felt was supposed to “hide” my body. As soon as I struck a confident “Wonder Woman” pose, my entire attitude changed. I felt like a million bucks, and it wasn’t just because of my underwear! I’ve always had insecurities about my stomach, hips, and thighs, but, tonight, I feel powerful in my body. I feel like Wonder Woman. Time to kick some butt for the Body Peace Revolution! I AM CURVY AND I AM WORTHY!

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It’s been a really long journey! The picture on the left wasn’t even my highest weight, and although I have lost weight, I still have a hard time finding myself beautiful! BUT what I learned this year is that being smaller will not solve any problem. If you FEEL beautiful you ARE beautiful. Beauty doesn’t have anything to do with size. Beauty just is! 
I dare you all to love your bodies. Love yourselves. 
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It’s been a really long journey! The picture on the left wasn’t even my highest weight, and although I have lost weight, I still have a hard time finding myself beautiful! BUT what I learned this year is that being smaller will not solve any problem. If you FEEL beautiful you ARE beautiful. Beauty doesn’t have anything to do with size. Beauty just is! 

I dare you all to love your bodies. Love yourselves. 

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Trigger warning: emotionally abusive parents/friendsSo I finally made up my mind and decided to submit pictures of my body. I do it for me, and for other people who may have a similiar story.I’ve never been thin. All my life I’ve always been one of the biggest people in class or in my group of friends. Nothing excessive, I think, but I’ve always noticed the difference. At first it really used to bother me, and being short didn’t help at all. I tried a lot of things to become skinny, but nothing worked. Until at some point it stopped bothering me. This is my body, no matter how healthy I eat or how much I exercise. In the last years I gained more weight, probably due to stressful events, university and family. I’m a size 18 now, and even if some people often tell me “You don’t look like a size 18”, I would like to come back to how I was before university (about a size 16). I don’t want to be skinny. I never have, it’s not how I am. I want my curves and big breasts and thick thighs to stay exactly where they are. The only thing I want is to get rid of a bit of stomach and I will work on it. I never, ever get on the scale. The number of kilos I weight doesn’t matter to me. As long as you look in the mirror and like what you see, that number doesn’t matter. At all. It might take some time to like what you see, but I think it’s worth it.And my boyfriend helped me SO much to learn this. He takes everything I don’t like about myself and he tells me why he loves it, and somehow he can change the way I feel about it. I didn’t like my thighs before I met him. Now I do. And I learned that you must surround yourself of people who appreciate you the way you are. I had friends who, after dieting, started to tell me that I needed to do it too. They started to look at me in a funny way, or to give me mean comments about my body. I gradually removed those toxic people from my life, and I can assure you that even if it’s hard you feel better afterwards. I can’t say the same about my mother. She emotionally abuses me on a daily basis. About a lot of things (my decisions, the way I do my hair or makeup and such), but mostly about my weight. "You are a whale"; "You’re disgusting"; "I honestly feel bad when I see how big your pants are"; "You’re too fat for your boyfriend and you look ridiculous next to him"; "You’re going to get sick and die because your body is unhealthy"; "When I was your age I was thin and everyone liked me"; "Both your dad and I were thin when we were young, and then look at you…"; "I’m actually surprised you got yourself a boyfriend who stays with you even if you’re so fat"; "I would feel terrible if I was you"… These are the things I have to hear so often. And yes, it’s easy to say "Don’t let it get to you", but coming from your mother it always gets to you. It makes me doubt myself, it makes me think that maybe she’s right. It makes me angry and sad. It makes me want to scream that I’m not her, that I don’t want to be skinny (especially not to please other people’s tastes), that everyone has a different body and that I don’t care if she was thin, I am not. That I got I boyfriend because he likes me for who I am and not for the number he could see on the scale, that if I’m disgusting, then what is her?Sometimes I think she acts like that because she’s stressed out or frustrated for other things, but when she says those things I can see that look of actual satisfaction on her face and I’m afraid of asking myself "Why does she do that to me?". Because if she actually hurts me just to feel better about herself… well, that would be too much for me to bear. I know it’s her problem, but I can’t deny that it affects me. And it’s hard for me to hold on, but since I can’t move yet, I have to.Luckily I have a loving and caring partner who always knows how to be there for me, and as soon as I can move I will be away from all the toxic people in my life.All I want to say is this: You are allowed to feel beautiful regardless of your size, weight or body-shape. Because you ARE beautiful. And if people tells you otherwise, I know how much it hurts but don’t listen to them. Only listen to people who can help you grow and appreciate yourself.
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Trigger warning: emotionally abusive parents/friends

So I finally made up my mind and decided to submit pictures of my body. I do it for me, and for other people who may have a similiar story.

I’ve never been thin. All my life I’ve always been one of the biggest people in class or in my group of friends. Nothing excessive, I think, but I’ve always noticed the difference. At first it really used to bother me, and being short didn’t help at all. I tried a lot of things to become skinny, but nothing worked. Until at some point it stopped bothering me. This is my body, no matter how healthy I eat or how much I exercise. In the last years I gained more weight, probably due to stressful events, university and family. I’m a size 18 now, and even if some people often tell me “You don’t look like a size 18”, I would like to come back to how I was before university (about a size 16). I don’t want to be skinny. I never have, it’s not how I am. I want my curves and big breasts and thick thighs to stay exactly where they are. The only thing I want is to get rid of a bit of stomach and I will work on it. I never, ever get on the scale. The number of kilos I weight doesn’t matter to me. As long as you look in the mirror and like what you see, that number doesn’t matter. At all. It might take some time to like what you see, but I think it’s worth it.
And my boyfriend helped me SO much to learn this. He takes everything I don’t like about myself and he tells me why he loves it, and somehow he can change the way I feel about it. I didn’t like my thighs before I met him. Now I do. And I learned that you must surround yourself of people who appreciate you the way you are
I had friends who, after dieting, started to tell me that I needed to do it too. They started to look at me in a funny way, or to give me mean comments about my body. I gradually removed those toxic people from my life, and I can assure you that even if it’s hard you feel better afterwards. 
I can’t say the same about my mother. She emotionally abuses me on a daily basis. About a lot of things (my decisions, the way I do my hair or makeup and such), but mostly about my weight. 
"You are a whale"; "You’re disgusting"; "I honestly feel bad when I see how big your pants are"; "You’re too fat for your boyfriend and you look ridiculous next to him"; "You’re going to get sick and die because your body is unhealthy"; "When I was your age I was thin and everyone liked me"; "Both your dad and I were thin when we were young, and then look at you…"; "I’m actually surprised you got yourself a boyfriend who stays with you even if you’re so fat"; "I would feel terrible if I was you"… These are the things I have to hear so often. And yes, it’s easy to say "Don’t let it get to you", but coming from your mother it always gets to you. It makes me doubt myself, it makes me think that maybe she’s right. It makes me angry and sad. It makes me want to scream that I’m not her, that I don’t want to be skinny (especially not to please other people’s tastes), that everyone has a different body and that I don’t care if she was thin, I am not. That I got I boyfriend because he likes me for who I am and not for the number he could see on the scale, that if I’m disgusting, then what is her?
Sometimes I think she acts like that because she’s stressed out or frustrated for other things, but when she says those things I can see that look of actual satisfaction on her face and I’m afraid of asking myself "Why does she do that to me?". Because if she actually hurts me just to feel better about herself… well, that would be too much for me to bear. I know it’s her problem, but I can’t deny that it affects me. And it’s hard for me to hold on, but since I can’t move yet, I have to.
Luckily I have a loving and caring partner who always knows how to be there for me, and as soon as I can move I will be away from all the toxic people in my life.
All I want to say is this: You are allowed to feel beautiful regardless of your size, weight or body-shape. Because you ARE beautiful. And if people tells you otherwise, I know how much it hurts but don’t listen to them. Only listen to people who can help you grow and appreciate yourself.

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Trigger warning: Eating disorder
This is me, at the highest weight I have ever been. I am terrified of admitting that because the logical part of my brain knows that some people will be angered by the fact that I, personally, from my own point of view, feel like I am too large. Not that other girls with my body type is, but that I am. But that is also why I feel like this is a necessary post to make; so that maybe some other self-loathing girls on the lighter side of the weight scale out there feel that maybe it is still okay to be insecure about your body. And that it is okay to vocalise those insecurities, so that you can receive the same support as anyone else with body insecurities. I feel like this is something that is sometimes overlooked in the “body positivist” community. 
I have engaged in eating disordered behaviour since I was around 11, and even before then, I was never overweight. I was always the stick thin girl, and when everyone else began developing curves, I didn’t. Then came the body positivist movement, which brought about a lot of good things, but also a lot of statements like “real women have curves”. Consequently, I began wondering if maybe I was not a real women, because I did not have breasts. I became terrified of having any fat on my body, because proportionately it would make my breasts look even smaller, and this triggered my eating disordered behaviour to become very weight loss oriented. 
Because I had never been overweight, I never felt like I deserved to seek or receive help. I fought the fear of having fat on my body for many, many years, thinking that I deserve to destroy myself because other people had it “worse than me” and I was selfish for hating my body. I only recently made a serious commitment to recovering. Every morning I wake up and feel insecure because my thighs touch, yet my breasts are not any bigger than when I weighted less. However, I also wake up every morning and have the energy to leave my bed, to walk around, to think, to spend time with my loved ones. These are things that I never had energy for because I had deprived my body of everything it needed. A great body is not just it’s appearance, it is also its state of health, and I have never been healthier. I have never had more energy and been more able. And while I do not have any love for the way my body looks (yet!), health is also important when it comes to loving yourself. I guess my point is: I tried to accommodate for “everyone’s” need to see lean and fit, big-boobed, round-bummed female bodies, and it did nothing but destroy my body and my life. I did this quietly, secretly, because I was afraid that if I ever loudly uttered the words: “I feel fat”, I’d have a sh*tstorm coming my way, because the statistically “normal” body is larger than mine (screw statistics and concepts of normality, by the way). I kept my insecurities quiet, because I never felt like I deserved the support of the body positivist movement. Eventually, I turned them into self destructiveness. I really hope that no one else will feel like they are less deserving of help, just because they are on a different point on the weight spectrum. Claim your right to receive just as much help as ANYONE else who suffers from self-loathing and body insecurities. You are not your weight, but you deserve to feel happy and comfortable in your skin. You all deserve to feel beautiful (and you all are!) no matter what size you are, what body type you have, no matter who you are. 
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Trigger warning: Eating disorder

This is me, at the highest weight I have ever been. I am terrified of admitting that because the logical part of my brain knows that some people will be angered by the fact that I, personally, from my own point of view, feel like I am too large. Not that other girls with my body type is, but that I am. But that is also why I feel like this is a necessary post to make; so that maybe some other self-loathing girls on the lighter side of the weight scale out there feel that maybe it is still okay to be insecure about your body. And that it is okay to vocalise those insecurities, so that you can receive the same support as anyone else with body insecurities. I feel like this is something that is sometimes overlooked in the “body positivist” community. 

I have engaged in eating disordered behaviour since I was around 11, and even before then, I was never overweight. I was always the stick thin girl, and when everyone else began developing curves, I didn’t. Then came the body positivist movement, which brought about a lot of good things, but also a lot of statements like “real women have curves”. Consequently, I began wondering if maybe I was not a real women, because I did not have breasts. I became terrified of having any fat on my body, because proportionately it would make my breasts look even smaller, and this triggered my eating disordered behaviour to become very weight loss oriented. 

Because I had never been overweight, I never felt like I deserved to seek or receive help. I fought the fear of having fat on my body for many, many years, thinking that I deserve to destroy myself because other people had it “worse than me” and I was selfish for hating my body. I only recently made a serious commitment to recovering. Every morning I wake up and feel insecure because my thighs touch, yet my breasts are not any bigger than when I weighted less. However, I also wake up every morning and have the energy to leave my bed, to walk around, to think, to spend time with my loved ones. These are things that I never had energy for because I had deprived my body of everything it needed. A great body is not just it’s appearance, it is also its state of health, and I have never been healthier. I have never had more energy and been more able. And while I do not have any love for the way my body looks (yet!), health is also important when it comes to loving yourself. 

I guess my point is: I tried to accommodate for “everyone’s” need to see lean and fit, big-boobed, round-bummed female bodies, and it did nothing but destroy my body and my life. I did this quietly, secretly, because I was afraid that if I ever loudly uttered the words: “I feel fat”, I’d have a sh*tstorm coming my way, because the statistically “normal” body is larger than mine (screw statistics and concepts of normality, by the way). I kept my insecurities quiet, because I never felt like I deserved the support of the body positivist movement. Eventually, I turned them into self destructiveness. I really hope that no one else will feel like they are less deserving of help, just because they are on a different point on the weight spectrum. Claim your right to receive just as much help as ANYONE else who suffers from self-loathing and body insecurities. 
You are not your weight, but you deserve to feel happy and comfortable in your skin. You all deserve to feel beautiful (and you all are!) no matter what size you are, what body type you have, no matter who you are. 

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I have been dealing with body hair growth for as long as I can remember. I remember hiding my body, taking extra precautions to make sure that no one got a glimpse of me underneath layers upon layers of clothing. Not being very happy with the way that my body looked and the fact that I was/am skinny but I couldn’t show it off by dressing how I wanted to, being completely unhindered by social pressure to be completely hairless and perfect. Recently I went to my OBGYN who diagnosed me with PCOS and prescribed me a few medications to help slow down the hair growth and hopefully reduce the amount of it on my body (granted, some of it is hereditary) I’ve been taking the medications for three months and last month I decided to shave every inch of my body to see if the medicine was really working. Believe it or not, in the picture I notice a significant difference in body hair than I did before I had shaved myself. I’m so excited for the future and I can’t wait for the day that I am happy and confident with the way my body looks, hair or no. :)
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I have been dealing with body hair growth for as long as I can remember. I remember hiding my body, taking extra precautions to make sure that no one got a glimpse of me underneath layers upon layers of clothing. Not being very happy with the way that my body looked and the fact that I was/am skinny but I couldn’t show it off by dressing how I wanted to, being completely unhindered by social pressure to be completely hairless and perfect. Recently I went to my OBGYN who diagnosed me with PCOS and prescribed me a few medications to help slow down the hair growth and hopefully reduce the amount of it on my body (granted, some of it is hereditary) I’ve been taking the medications for three months and last month I decided to shave every inch of my body to see if the medicine was really working. Believe it or not, in the picture I notice a significant difference in body hair than I did before I had shaved myself. I’m so excited for the future and I can’t wait for the day that I am happy and confident with the way my body looks, hair or no. :)

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-anonymous submission

I was browsing your site, and I realized all these beliefs I had, like thin people don’t feel ashamed of their bodies, why would they the world says they’re beautiful. That I should be thin, or I’ll never get a boyfriend. All these messages have been affecting me subconsciously since, I can’t even remember when it started.

I have to face it, I have a problem with perfectionism. I beat myself up, wondering why I can’t be fit, and tell myself self-defeating things like “Don’t bother trying you’ll only make a fool of yourself.” I have internalized all the messages I’ve gotten from school, society, that I should keep my feelings inside or not even have feelings that I’ve become unable to do things that make me emotionally vulnerable. I’ve been taking my repressed emotions out on everyone. Of course, the anonymity of the internet makes this easier, and more easy to become addicted to.

I guess I really should have a talk with my psychiatrist about this, and of course I have trouble talking to my psychiatrist about this because it makes me emotionally vulnerable. It’s just been all about finding new issues, grudges to hold, to build a wall around myself that convinces me I should fear other people. I have to stop this! Thanks for helping me realize this is something I seriously must work on.

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TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM
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I have a tenuous relationship with my body. Oftentimes it feels like a prison, a barrier to a pure mental life, and in my more desperate moments I still wish I could shed it and escape the physical world completely.
I wear an insulin pump for my diabetes, have acne that I compulsively pick at, and numerous scars from my stint with self-harm (now more or less ended, thanks to antidepressants mostly). I also identify as neither male nor female, which has led to much of the “tenuousness” in the relationship with my distinctly “feminine” body, with its short stature and wide hips, although physical transition (see: top surgery scars) has eased some of that.
Between the scars, insulin pump, and genderqueer-ness, I feel like I never see anyone who looks like me, at least not in the media. I often get questioned about those three things, and I feel like I must either hide them or face endless side-glances and semi-inappropriate questions. Usually I opt for the latter because it’s more convenient to tell someone to fuck off than to alter my whole wardrobe. But more nobly—maybe someone dealing with the same stuff will see me out, alive and unashamed, and we’ll both feel less alone.
*****
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TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM

*****

I have a tenuous relationship with my body. Oftentimes it feels like a prison, a barrier to a pure mental life, and in my more desperate moments I still wish I could shed it and escape the physical world completely.

I wear an insulin pump for my diabetes, have acne that I compulsively pick at, and numerous scars from my stint with self-harm (now more or less ended, thanks to antidepressants mostly). I also identify as neither male nor female, which has led to much of the “tenuousness” in the relationship with my distinctly “feminine” body, with its short stature and wide hips, although physical transition (see: top surgery scars) has eased some of that.

Between the scars, insulin pump, and genderqueer-ness, I feel like I never see anyone who looks like me, at least not in the media. I often get questioned about those three things, and I feel like I must either hide them or face endless side-glances and semi-inappropriate questions. Usually I opt for the latter because it’s more convenient to tell someone to fuck off than to alter my whole wardrobe. But more nobly—maybe someone dealing with the same stuff will see me out, alive and unashamed, and we’ll both feel less alone.

*****

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I hope this isn’t inappropriate; I noticed other full body nudes, so presumably it’s okay.
I don’t know if I will ever be able to accept my small member, but I am trying. It seems it’s considered okay to publicly deride men for something theycannot change. I believe this should be discussed more often.
TRIGGER WARNING:
The rubber bands on my wrist are there to combat suicidal thoughts, many of which are directly related to my body image issues. I have other things I am insecure about: Stretch marks, bumps, moles, etc.
I shouldn’t have to feel unlovable, or fear rejection because of my body! I am a loving, and even romantic man; I deserve love and intimacy like anyone else.
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I hope this isn’t inappropriate; I noticed other full body nudes, so presumably it’s okay.

I don’t know if I will ever be able to accept my small member, but I am trying. It seems it’s considered okay to publicly deride men for something theycannot change. I believe this should be discussed more often.

TRIGGER WARNING:

The rubber bands on my wrist are there to combat suicidal thoughts, many of which are directly related to my body image issues. I have other things I am insecure about: Stretch marks, bumps, moles, etc.

I shouldn’t have to feel unlovable, or fear rejection because of my body! I am a loving, and even romantic man; I deserve love and intimacy like anyone else.

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TW: Mention of EDNOS
I’ve struggled with bad body image and EDNOS for most of my life. I’m 20 years old now, and I’m done hating my body.
All my life I felt like “the fat friend.” People always told me I had a pretty face, but that I could stand to lose a few pounds. I began binge eating in high school and was sucked up in the viscous cycle of restricting and binging. I’m doing a lot better and haven’t binged in a while. If you struggle with any sort of disordered eating: there is hope.
One of the biggest things that helped me overcome the negativity about my body was running. I started running and everything changed. When I run, I don’t think about how many calories I’m burning, I think about how awesome running feels and how excited I get when I can run further and faster than I did yesterday. Running helped me realize how amazing my body is.
And of course, I owe a lot of my confidence to my girlfriend for always making me feel beautiful no matter what. She taught me that it doesn’t matter what other people think of me, only what I think of myself.
When I took this picture, in all honesty, I was expecting to be disgusted with what I saw. Well, to my amazement, I fell in love with this picture and with my body. I realized that I wasn’t seeing my body the way it really was, I had this distorted image in my mind that was crippling my self esteem.
I’ve always been self-conscious about my stomach, but this picture helped me fall in love with it. My stomach is beautiful, as is the rest of me. I will never have a flat stomach, but that’s okay with me. I love my curves. 
You are more than your weight or pants size. Your body is beautiful and perfect in its own unique way. Your body deserves your love.
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TW: Mention of EDNOS

I’ve struggled with bad body image and EDNOS for most of my life. I’m 20 years old now, and I’m done hating my body.

All my life I felt like “the fat friend.” People always told me I had a pretty face, but that I could stand to lose a few pounds. I began binge eating in high school and was sucked up in the viscous cycle of restricting and binging. I’m doing a lot better and haven’t binged in a while. If you struggle with any sort of disordered eating: there is hope.

One of the biggest things that helped me overcome the negativity about my body was running. I started running and everything changed. When I run, I don’t think about how many calories I’m burning, I think about how awesome running feels and how excited I get when I can run further and faster than I did yesterday. Running helped me realize how amazing my body is.

And of course, I owe a lot of my confidence to my girlfriend for always making me feel beautiful no matter what. She taught me that it doesn’t matter what other people think of me, only what I think of myself.

When I took this picture, in all honesty, I was expecting to be disgusted with what I saw. Well, to my amazement, I fell in love with this picture and with my body. I realized that I wasn’t seeing my body the way it really was, I had this distorted image in my mind that was crippling my self esteem.

I’ve always been self-conscious about my stomach, but this picture helped me fall in love with it. My stomach is beautiful, as is the rest of me. I will never have a flat stomach, but that’s okay with me. I love my curves. 

You are more than your weight or pants size. Your body is beautiful and perfect in its own unique way. Your body deserves your love.

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