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.

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creativecleo:
Why is body love so hard to grasp? We spend all of our time fighting against ourselves that we forget to soldier up and fight for ourselves. Because in the end, all we truly have.. Is ourselves and that in itself should be enough to go to war. Our minds control our wakes and slumbers. Our limbs are the ones that roll us out of bed every day, and sometimes not at all. Our lungs shudder with every inhale yet exhale relief and satisfaction. And our hearts, oh.. Our hearts, keep beating even after every shit storm of a day. And for what? For us to just keep shitting on em’ out of self hate?
I will be the first person to say that in all of my years of existence I would’ve never, ever, posted a picture like this. So why now? If there is anything I’ve learned over the past year it’s that the human body is hilarious in every way yet truly remarkable and weight loss is onehellofa trip. You wake up one day and half of the weight you used to hide behind and throw around is gone. You no longer have that pillow to suffocate yourself with, that mask you used to identify with and you find yourself wondering who the hell you are or where you went in the first place.
Personally, I have never loved myself like I do now. I only loved myself on conditions; when I was dancing, when I could make someone laugh, or whenever I was hidden behind some type of flattering light and fabric. That is no way to treat your human, let alone spirit. What we crave as a whole is unconditional love. We want someone to curl up with us and comb through our hair whenever we look a mess and had a long day. But we’re never willing to do the same for ourselves? Why is that? Why must we always search for self gratification from outside sources? It is sad that this concrete jungle we live in has made it socially acceptable to tell one another “I love you” without questioning the true definition but outrageous to tell someone to genuinely “love themselves.”
So with that said, and all my thickness as vulnerable as ever for the eyes to see. I challenge, no.. I beg of you; to love yourself. One day at a time, take the time, to love every little; curve, crevice, dimple, bone, muscle.. and so on. Thank your little toe for always being there for your big toe. Thank your ass for its never ending support and healthy bowel system. Thank your smile for always lighting up the sky and those around you. Just.. thank yourself for being you. There is only ONE of YOU. So take care; physically, spiritually but most of all mentally. Self hate is no way to live. It’s just a slower form of suicide
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

creativecleo:

Why is body love so hard to grasp? We spend all of our time fighting against ourselves that we forget to soldier up and fight for ourselves. Because in the end, all we truly have.. Is ourselves and that in itself should be enough to go to war. Our minds control our wakes and slumbers. Our limbs are the ones that roll us out of bed every day, and sometimes not at all. Our lungs shudder with every inhale yet exhale relief and satisfaction. And our hearts, oh.. Our hearts, keep beating even after every shit storm of a day. And for what? For us to just keep shitting on em’ out of self hate?

I will be the first person to say that in all of my years of existence I would’ve never, ever, posted a picture like this. So why now? If there is anything I’ve learned over the past year it’s that the human body is hilarious in every way yet truly remarkable and weight loss is onehellofa trip. You wake up one day and half of the weight you used to hide behind and throw around is gone. You no longer have that pillow to suffocate yourself with, that mask you used to identify with and you find yourself wondering who the hell you are or where you went in the first place.

Personally, I have never loved myself like I do now. I only loved myself on conditions; when I was dancing, when I could make someone laugh, or whenever I was hidden behind some type of flattering light and fabric. That is no way to treat your human, let alone spirit. What we crave as a whole is unconditional love. We want someone to curl up with us and comb through our hair whenever we look a mess and had a long day. But we’re never willing to do the same for ourselves? Why is that? Why must we always search for self gratification from outside sources? It is sad that this concrete jungle we live in has made it socially acceptable to tell one another “I love you” without questioning the true definition but outrageous to tell someone to genuinely “love themselves.”

So with that said, and all my thickness as vulnerable as ever for the eyes to see. I challenge, no.. I beg of you; to love yourself. One day at a time, take the time, to love every little; curve, crevice, dimple, bone, muscle.. and so on. Thank your little toe for always being there for your big toe. Thank your ass for its never ending support and healthy bowel system. Thank your smile for always lighting up the sky and those around you. Just.. thank yourself for being you. There is only ONE of YOU. So take care; physically, spiritually but most of all mentally. Self hate is no way to live. It’s just a slower form of suicide

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

It’s OKAY not to be okay! It takes time to love our bodies, and that’s something we all have to work on especially living in todays society where we’re told on the daily NO! You are beautiful, and you are worth every second here on this earth! Confidence is welcoming that with positivity and love will make things so much easier!

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SELF LOVE= BEAUTY

katiescarlettspeaks:

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(Images of Self love from SelfLoveU.com Credit to: Jenna Ryan)

Self love is a tricky one, you can’t gain it without sad realizations that maybe not everyone out in this world is there for you, that maybe not everyone out there in the world will like the way you look. You have to learn to accept your differences, and your “imperfections”, you have to realize that you aren’t always strong enough to handle situations on your own. It also means that sometimes being alone, and your own best friend is all you’ll have so make peace with yourself now, otherwise it will be harder when that time comes. 

These are some things I’ve learned the hard way, and I thought I’d make a list to help you all have an easier time of it. You’re amazing, learn to realize that as soon as you can, because when you do, you’ll be so happy.

1) Admitting Your Mistakes: harbouring negative prideful feelings just perpetuates unneeded negativity and stress in your life. If you’re trying to cover up a mistake, or draw attention away from it, you’re creating an overwhelming task for yourself just based on your own pride. Accept that you made a mistake, and take that in stride when you move forward!

2) Blissfully Being Alone 3) Your Own Best Friend: SO IMPORTANT! You cannot be happy with others be that intimately or just as friends without first learning to be happy with yourself alone. Without this you become dependent on your counterparts and being alone is a much more difficult experience causing anxiety and loneliness. 

4) Forgive Yourself! Sometimes we all make mistakes, it’s hard and it’s painful but holding in that sadness and self doubt and hate only perpetuates your suffering when there is no need. Recently I lost a lot of important photos because of computer trouble, it wasn’t my fault but I took on this responsibility and hated myself for what happened. Only when I talked about how I was feeling and let it all out was I able to realize that it would all be okay, the world hadn’t stopped and I could keep going and learn from this. YOU NEED TO FORGIVE YOURSELF!

5) Facing Reality: Life doesn’t work the way you want it to in most cases, you need to realize this sooner than later. End of story.

6) Ask for help!: Sometimes our own pride gets in the way of our potential to grow and progress in our work, and in our lives. You need to ask for help if you have difficulties with something! It is better to ask and succeed, than to let your pride get into the way causing you to fail in a more obvious and substantial way in the end. 

7) Take Time for Hobbies: As an artist I know how important this truly is, taking time for yourself and what you enjoy aside from work and family life is very important. You need the time to get inspired, grow emotionally/intellectually and live life to the fullest! ALWAYS TAKE THE CHANCES YOU HAVE TO HAVE FUN!

8) Embrace “Imperfections”: We’re never going to attain perfection in societies eyes, so before you say your freckles, belly rolls, thunder thighs, scrawny wrists/ankles, thin hair, thick hair, curly hair, straight hair, dark skin, olive skin, pasty white skin, etc; are bad things- THEY’RE NOT! It’s what separates you from the rest!

9) Bonding With Yourself: take time every week to wind down and have your own time, if you have the money go out for a spa day, if you don’t? Have your own at home spa day making all natural products! Get a book you love, go someplace nostalgic, go see a movie alone that you’ve been wanting to see! 

In the end, it’s all about self love, and you need to work hard to maintain it but it is so worth it in the end!

I hope you all find your happiness!

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thegiantpandabear:

Joeie and I have been seeing a lot of negative “weight” pictures with people writing words like worthless, stupid, ugly, fat, and horrible on them.
We decided to do the same but with a positive message.People can’t tell what kind of person you are, who you care about, what you’re interested in, who you love. They don’t know what you’ve done or what you’ve been through.
Their opinions are so silly and blind that they don’t even deserve to be heard.
This is how someone who loves you sees you, and there are always people who love you. 
“Sweet, Smart, Nice, Talented, Loving, Brave, Generous, Gorgeous, Kind, Perfect, Caring, Beautiful, Funny, Sensitive, Patient, Charitable, Fun, Amazing”
..and we gave him a heart on the outside to remind you he has a heart on the inside.This goes for you too ladies.
Lastly, we wrote “human” because no matter what you think about anyone, they matter and they have the capabilities of anyone you’ve ever known,so be kind. 

thegiantpandabear:

Joeie and I have been seeing a lot of negative “weight” pictures with people writing words like worthless, stupid, ugly, fat, and horrible on them.

We decided to do the same but with a positive message.
People can’t tell what kind of person you are, who you care about, what you’re interested in, who you love. They don’t know what you’ve done or what you’ve been through.

Their opinions are so silly and blind that they don’t even deserve to be heard.

This is how someone who loves you sees you, and there are always people who love you. 

“Sweet, Smart, Nice, Talented, Loving, Brave, Generous, Gorgeous, Kind, Perfect, Caring, Beautiful, Funny, Sensitive, Patient, Charitable, Fun, Amazing”

..and we gave him a heart on the outside to remind you he has a heart on the inside.
This goes for you too ladies.

Lastly, we wrote “human” because no matter what you think about anyone, they matter and they have the capabilities of anyone you’ve ever known,
so be kind. 

lilguy520:

so my good friend Jennie took these pictures of me today and they were really inspiring. im so excited because, for once, i was happy with the fact that im a bigger build. im proud to be a chub. this is my life and the only one i have, so why am i going to sit here and waste time being miserable just to fit societies standards of beauty?

lilguy520:

so my good friend Jennie took these pictures of me today and they were really inspiring. im so excited because, for once, i was happy with the fact that im a bigger build. im proud to be a chub. this is my life and the only one i have, so why am i going to sit here and waste time being miserable just to fit societies standards of beauty?

chubby-bunnies:

I read a quote at some point, that said that fat girls who love themselves scare the shit out of people who don’t. I think that is very true. My friends say I am surprisingly “self pleased” (English language lacks a word here! This was the best translation I could come up with), because, surprise surprise, I don’t hate myself. I love me! I am awesome! In fact, I think all people are awesome. I could easily see plenty of reasons why they are beautiful, amazing people! I love life and the people in it.
I think I’ve almost always had a very positive look on life: as a young teen, many teachers and family members would say independently of each other that I “rest within myself”: I don’t struggle with myself, never really have. Sure, there are plenty of things that are changing all the time within me, but it doesn’t drain me of my love of life. 
I think part of the reason I am so positive, is that I don’t let myself miss out. I am fat, so? Doesn’t mean I can’t flirt with attractive men at parties. Doesn’t mean I can’t dance like crazy at the club. Doesn’t mean that I can’t sunbathe at the public beach. 
At graduation, as pictured above (hence the hats) there are two traditions that I know a lot of people were surpised a fat girl like me participated in. Heck, I was even a bit surprised! One is pictured above: All 450ish graduates go to this fountain and dance around it, in it, on top of it. To get to the top is a bit of a climb, and I therefore settled for dancing on one of the lower levels, simply because I didn’t think I would be able to pull my fat body up there. But then my friends, who are used to me never missing out, used to that I am always  center when we have a silly fun time, they thought that of course I should be up at the highest level of the fountain, and helped me up there. Of course I shouldn’t miss out! 
The support of my friends, meant that I had no doubts when it came to the second tradition: Skinny dipping in the harbour. And I can add, I live in a harbour city, meaning the harbour is in the middle of town. And it was daytime. But, off with the dress, and in we went, no second thoughts! And again, people who knew we weren’t surprised, and people who didn’t (or even those who do, but continue to see me as a “selfhating fat girl”, because surely, that is what all fat girls ought to be like?), could hardly believe their eyes. “Was that a naked fat girl, joining in with her longtime friends in a tradition that has nothing to do with size or shape of bodies?” 
Yesterday, some old friends invited me to a beach party. I remembered that they had also invited me 3 years ago, and I had said no, because I didn’t want them to see me in a bathing suit. I was taken aback, I could hardly recongize that person! And I even know I was still a happy-go-lucky person then, even though I was still unsure of my body. So if I can go from feeling good, to feeling awesome in 3 years, what might the future hold? I can only look forward to it (:
So that was my little tale, of how I feel about myself and the world ;)
Denmark, size can be anywhere from EU size 44 to 54.

chubby-bunnies:

I read a quote at some point, that said that fat girls who love themselves scare the shit out of people who don’t. I think that is very true. My friends say I am surprisingly “self pleased” (English language lacks a word here! This was the best translation I could come up with), because, surprise surprise, I don’t hate myself. I love me! I am awesome! In fact, I think all people are awesome. I could easily see plenty of reasons why they are beautiful, amazing people! I love life and the people in it.

I think I’ve almost always had a very positive look on life: as a young teen, many teachers and family members would say independently of each other that I “rest within myself”: I don’t struggle with myself, never really have. Sure, there are plenty of things that are changing all the time within me, but it doesn’t drain me of my love of life. 

I think part of the reason I am so positive, is that I don’t let myself miss out. I am fat, so? Doesn’t mean I can’t flirt with attractive men at parties. Doesn’t mean I can’t dance like crazy at the club. Doesn’t mean that I can’t sunbathe at the public beach. 

At graduation, as pictured above (hence the hats) there are two traditions that I know a lot of people were surpised a fat girl like me participated in. Heck, I was even a bit surprised! One is pictured above: All 450ish graduates go to this fountain and dance around it, in it, on top of it. To get to the top is a bit of a climb, and I therefore settled for dancing on one of the lower levels, simply because I didn’t think I would be able to pull my fat body up there. But then my friends, who are used to me never missing out, used to that I am always  center when we have a silly fun time, they thought that of course I should be up at the highest level of the fountain, and helped me up there. Of course I shouldn’t miss out! 

The support of my friends, meant that I had no doubts when it came to the second tradition: Skinny dipping in the harbour. And I can add, I live in a harbour city, meaning the harbour is in the middle of town. And it was daytime. But, off with the dress, and in we went, no second thoughts! And again, people who knew we weren’t surprised, and people who didn’t (or even those who do, but continue to see me as a “selfhating fat girl”, because surely, that is what all fat girls ought to be like?), could hardly believe their eyes. “Was that a naked fat girl, joining in with her longtime friends in a tradition that has nothing to do with size or shape of bodies?” 

Yesterday, some old friends invited me to a beach party. I remembered that they had also invited me 3 years ago, and I had said no, because I didn’t want them to see me in a bathing suit. I was taken aback, I could hardly recongize that person! And I even know I was still a happy-go-lucky person then, even though I was still unsure of my body. So if I can go from feeling good, to feeling awesome in 3 years, what might the future hold? I can only look forward to it (:

So that was my little tale, of how I feel about myself and the world ;)

Denmark, size can be anywhere from EU size 44 to 54.

darklovelyandsouthasian:

Heya! I’m Tiara, Bangladeshi parentage and Malaysian origin, currently based in SF Bay Area in the US. I grew up in a climate of intense racism against Bangladeshis in Malaysia and people would find every excuse to find fault with Bangladeshis. Skin colour was a common thing: I was dark, therefore I was ugly, therefore I could not be trusted. Sometimes I’d be called “hitam manis” (sweet black), but it took on a vibe closer to a slur, and usually people just skipped straight to the more potent slurs - “Bangla” or “keling” (a slur directed towards dark-skinned South Asians, about as bad as n*****).
Shadeism is rife in Malaysia, and overtly so. Every beauty product has skin lightening properties (I don’t know if any of them worked). Dark meant evil, dirty, uncouth, untrustworthy, low class, disgusting. I worked in the media for a while but could never get an onscreen role because again, too dark.
I moved to Australia in 2006 and it was interesting to note that in some ways the skin colour pressure is less overt. If anything my skin colour gets exotified - “oh I wish I could tan like you!” or comparison to various sweets. But it’s still hard to get taken seriously while brown - people ask me constantly “where are you from?” as if I am some space alien and then they dispute my answer! They are surprised I speak English! (I did get an onscreen TV role surprisingly, yay Australia Network). I’ve been doing burlesque for a while and I do get quite a few people sayjng I’m too brown hairy fat ugly to bare myself. Screw them.
The picture is in response to a Brisbane based lingerie company that hosted a photo competition & model search. Amongst their criteria was that the model should be a “classic beauty” and specifically mentioned pale white skin. It took them a while to realize how racist their criteria was, but even now there are no brown models.
Submitted by Creatrix Tiara

darklovelyandsouthasian:

Heya! I’m Tiara, Bangladeshi parentage and Malaysian origin, currently based in SF Bay Area in the US. I grew up in a climate of intense racism against Bangladeshis in Malaysia and people would find every excuse to find fault with Bangladeshis. Skin colour was a common thing: I was dark, therefore I was ugly, therefore I could not be trusted. Sometimes I’d be called “hitam manis” (sweet black), but it took on a vibe closer to a slur, and usually people just skipped straight to the more potent slurs - “Bangla” or “keling” (a slur directed towards dark-skinned South Asians, about as bad as n*****).

Shadeism is rife in Malaysia, and overtly so. Every beauty product has skin lightening properties (I don’t know if any of them worked). Dark meant evil, dirty, uncouth, untrustworthy, low class, disgusting. I worked in the media for a while but could never get an onscreen role because again, too dark.

I moved to Australia in 2006 and it was interesting to note that in some ways the skin colour pressure is less overt. If anything my skin colour gets exotified - “oh I wish I could tan like you!” or comparison to various sweets. But it’s still hard to get taken seriously while brown - people ask me constantly “where are you from?” as if I am some space alien and then they dispute my answer! They are surprised I speak English! (I did get an onscreen TV role surprisingly, yay Australia Network). I’ve been doing burlesque for a while and I do get quite a few people sayjng I’m too brown hairy fat ugly to bare myself. Screw them.

The picture is in response to a Brisbane based lingerie company that hosted a photo competition & model search. Amongst their criteria was that the model should be a “classic beauty” and specifically mentioned pale white skin. It took them a while to realize how racist their criteria was, but even now there are no brown models.

Submitted by Creatrix Tiara

More Ramblings About Why Your Body Is Awesome.

buildyourlifeforyou:

Your body is the coolest thing that you own.

Do you disagree? Before you do, bear with me. Let’s say for a minute that it is indeed the number one coolest thing that you own, hands down.

Now, think about the second coolest thing you own.
Maybe it’s your iPad. Maybe it’s your car. Maybe it’s your house.

Your iPad has some REALLY awesome features. You’re probably addicted to it and take it wherever you go.
Your house has doors and a toilet. A place to put your poop so you don’t have to deal with that mess. Yup, gross.
Your car gets you from point A to B, and if you’re lucky, without breaking down. Maybe it even gets good gas mileage!

Do you like it? That second awesome thing we thought of, do you like it at all? Do you even love it? 

My second coolest thing that I own (excluding my wheelchair, it’s my legs), is probably my bed. It’s super comfy and if it was socially acceptable, I’d live in it. I’m in love with my bed, and it loves me too. It never wants me to leave.

As awesome as that bed..or iPad..or toilet is, it’s still numero dos. No matter how hard you try to convince me that it’s not, I’ll disagree with you. 

Here’s why:
Your body is the reason you’re able to enjoy any of these things.
It’s really cliche’, but it’s your greatest gift. It let’s you feel, maybe see awesome things, maybe hear awesome things. We use it to communicate. It’s portable. It’s affected by gravity, so we can stay in one place. It let’s us have fun and enjoy things. It participates in creating other bodies, which is mind-blowing.

Your body is unbelievably adaptive. It was made to conquer all obstacles. Hell, you’re still here, I know you’ve made it through something.
Not only is your body growing physically, but your mind is adapting as well. You’re learning all the time and things are changing, whether you can see it right now or not. This body that you own, not only was it born awesome, but it keeps getting more and more awesome if you take the time to allow it to do so. Also mind-blowing.

No matter how hard it is for you to do any of these basic functions, or wait for change, your body is STILL the greatest thing you own.

Myself, for instance, I have a “disabled” body.
I can’t walk. I can’t lift my arms above my head. I can’t use the bathroom by myself. I can’t cook. I can’t drive. I can’t climb. Some days it’s hard for me to breathe. Some days, it’s hard for me to hold my head up and keep balance.
 
Granted, I am blessed with hearing, sight, feeling. That’s awesome. So freaking awesome. 
Even so, my body is nowhere near ‘perfect’. Who’s really is? Just because my body can do a few awesome things doesn’t mean it looks great, right?
I mean, my teeth are disgusting, I lack dental insurance. My spine won’t grow any taller, there’s a titanium rod in it. My belly sticks out farther than I’d like. I have hardly any boobs. My arms are like twigs. My nose is kinda big. My lips are small. My shoulders are bony. I have scars. I have chubby thighs. The list goes on, really.

The thing is though, this body is mine. 
I could waste some money on surgeries and products to try to change it, but I’ll still be left with myself. I won’t be that super model. I won’t be anyone else.
And my body will still be the most awesome thing that I own.

I don’t care what it looks like, it’s still mine.
I don’t care what it looks like, I can still see it.
I don’t care what it looks like, I can still feel.
I don’t care what it looks like, my mind is still growing.
I don’t care what it looks like, there’s still nothing like it.

There is nothing like your body, and I promise you, that alone makes it beautiful.

Stop comparing yourself, you will never be like anyone else in the long-run.

Trust me, I know how hard it is. Depression can eat away at you. I’ve been there before, and I know it’s not easy. But you’ve still got so far to go emotionally, that your body image isn’t going to matter. It’s not the source of your happiness, even if you tricked yourself into believing that. Imagine how unhappy you’d be if you couldn’t do any of these awesome things I’ve been talking about.

We’re all going to either die young or become old and wrinkly, anyway. 
Go take a walk around a hospice for awhile, I bet you won’t hear anyone saying “Man, if my nose was just a little different.”
or
“If I was a bit thinner.”
No. That doesn’t matter anymore, and honestly, it doesn’t now. 

So why hate the very most awesome thing that let’s you enjoy life and is the root to everything else you experience? Why place anything on earth above that?

Go out and do something that makes you happy, because you can. Because your body is here and allowing you to. Because you’re an awesome person anyway. 

Regardless of all of this, I bet you’re extremely aesthetically pleasing, and adorable. It’s never as bad as you make it out to be.

I love you.
In Christ,
Emily 

Young Heart

This weekend I hosted a party at my house for 7 young girls who were 14 heading into high school in the fall. 

I did this because I went through a lot of self hatred, self harm, an bad relationship, all on top of school work and it was really, really hard. So I wanted to have a night to be real and hang out with these girls and give them some advice on how to better love themselves and have a better high school experience…

It was wonderful! They all loved it and want to do it again, and they really loved being able to talk about issues that were pressing on them and frustrated them.

But at the same time it was also sad, because every single one of these 7 girls was upset about some aspect of their bodies, their stomachs weren’t flat enough, their eyes were too far apart, they looked to young, they had ugly hair, they hated their chests… The list could go on and on, and it’s so sad that this is the case for almost every girl I know at this age.

Girls, I write this to you today to say:

You are beautiful, you are worthy of all the love you receive and you are worthy of so much more than even that! 

Your stomachs are beautiful at any size, your eyes are gorgeous, your hair is wonderful, you, yes you… are AHMAYZINGGGGGGG!

Take time to work on your heart and your mind, and in time you will be able to see this on a daily basis. 

You. Are. Wonderful.

- Katie

morethanjustanumber:

Natalie. 

22. Size 22. 305 lbs. 

“If a size 2 is beautiful, than my size 22 must be glorious!”