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Trigger Warning - talk about an accident, scale numbers & stretch marks.
Two years ago, I fit into both the bra and panties perfectly. In fact, this was my FAVORITE bra.  And today, my boobs are falling out of the bra and my underwear covers half of my ass. Around 120lbs, I thought I was perfect. I loved my body, I loved my friends, and I honestly loved life. After high school graduation, the guy I had been involved with for 5 years, through long distance, ended things with me. Though we fought on and off the entire 5 years, even to the point where we dated people in between, I always had thought he’d be the one. He was the one I would eventually fly to Florida from Michigan to be with, or wherever else he ended up. Around the same time, my sister and her new born moved back home, where I was still living. I took on the role of babysitting full-time, to the point where people think I am his mother. It was exhausting, and due to lack of time between babysitting, family events, and college, I lost all my friends. I lost every single one of them, including the girl I had been best friends with since 8th grade, and thought I would grow old with. I literally thought we would be friends forever. As I walked through this last year of my life, I noticed a huge change - not just in my body, though I am now weighing in at 170lb. I was friends with people I hated in high school, I put more emphasis on school but never followed through. I even continued talking to guys, but became less picky and more racy; sending nudes & talking to multiple guys. I lost values and my life spiraled down into hate, dishonesty, and honestly, just pure craziness. I would have days where I’d be friends with everyone, including old friends, then I’d have days where I wouldn’t even hear my phone go off. I lost sight of who I was, and even confessed to a friend that I would I was having an identity crisis. The pressure on me of measuring up to my older sisters, raising my nephew, getting good grades, etc was drowning me. And the pain of losing not just all of my friends, but the two most valued people in my life nearly killed me. A month ago, one of my good friends from high school – who I had lost contact with – was killed by a drunk driver, along with a friend of his. Getting that text that said “it was Dakota in the accident” ripped my heart apart. I cried for days, and am even crying writing this. Dakota called me mom in high school because I was so protective of him. I loved him as if he were my child, having met him his freshman year & being a year older. He always had a smile on his face and always found a way to make people laugh. I could go on for days about the happiness I found in him, but back to my main point – Dakota LOVED God.  When he died, I was angry. I attended his viewing & his funeral, his candlelight vigil and I’ll be attending a softball game and 5k race in his honor later this month. But through all of the support, I was angry. I blamed God and screamed and cried and lost sight of everything else bad in my life. This last month of my life has been about Dakota. However, he and God had a plan. They have been working God into my life through this experience. I started attending church again. Last week, I bought my first adult bible. I pray almost daily now. I have found God and my heart is finally healing – when I have been missing something for 2 years now and kept thinking it was my ex & ex friend. All along, it was God. I am feeling healed and it’s all because I have God in my life again.
I am submitting this photo because I was recently made aware of my stretch marks, as if it’s anyone else’s business. Though you can hardly see in this photo, they are red & dark purple lines on the inside of my legs and on my waist. I was at church, wearing a dress, and my dad pointed to the ones on my legs and said “Be careful you don’t get too big because these might not go away.” I am submitting this photo because I love myself now because God loved me first, not because a friend or boy loved me. I am submitting this to show you that I have had a hell of a life this last year or so, but I still know that loving myself is the only option I have. If you can’t love yourself – who will?  I am submitting this to remind everyone who hates anything about their body that there are bigger things in life to worry about. It took losing a good friend of mine to remind myself who I am and how I should act. Please don’t wait that long to love yourself.
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Trigger Warning - talk about an accident, scale numbers & stretch marks.

Two years ago, I fit into both the bra and panties perfectly. In fact, this was my FAVORITE bra.  And today, my boobs are falling out of the bra and my underwear covers half of my ass. Around 120lbs, I thought I was perfect. I loved my body, I loved my friends, and I honestly loved life. After high school graduation, the guy I had been involved with for 5 years, through long distance, ended things with me. Though we fought on and off the entire 5 years, even to the point where we dated people in between, I always had thought he’d be the one. He was the one I would eventually fly to Florida from Michigan to be with, or wherever else he ended up. Around the same time, my sister and her new born moved back home, where I was still living. I took on the role of babysitting full-time, to the point where people think I am his mother. It was exhausting, and due to lack of time between babysitting, family events, and college, I lost all my friends. I lost every single one of them, including the girl I had been best friends with since 8th grade, and thought I would grow old with. I literally thought we would be friends forever. As I walked through this last year of my life, I noticed a huge change - not just in my body, though I am now weighing in at 170lb. I was friends with people I hated in high school, I put more emphasis on school but never followed through. I even continued talking to guys, but became less picky and more racy; sending nudes & talking to multiple guys. I lost values and my life spiraled down into hate, dishonesty, and honestly, just pure craziness. I would have days where I’d be friends with everyone, including old friends, then I’d have days where I wouldn’t even hear my phone go off. I lost sight of who I was, and even confessed to a friend that I would I was having an identity crisis. The pressure on me of measuring up to my older sisters, raising my nephew, getting good grades, etc was drowning me. And the pain of losing not just all of my friends, but the two most valued people in my life nearly killed me. A month ago, one of my good friends from high school – who I had lost contact with – was killed by a drunk driver, along with a friend of his. Getting that text that said “it was Dakota in the accident” ripped my heart apart. I cried for days, and am even crying writing this. Dakota called me mom in high school because I was so protective of him. I loved him as if he were my child, having met him his freshman year & being a year older. He always had a smile on his face and always found a way to make people laugh. I could go on for days about the happiness I found in him, but back to my main point – Dakota LOVED God.  When he died, I was angry. I attended his viewing & his funeral, his candlelight vigil and I’ll be attending a softball game and 5k race in his honor later this month. But through all of the support, I was angry. I blamed God and screamed and cried and lost sight of everything else bad in my life. This last month of my life has been about Dakota. However, he and God had a plan. They have been working God into my life through this experience. I started attending church again. Last week, I bought my first adult bible. I pray almost daily now. I have found God and my heart is finally healing – when I have been missing something for 2 years now and kept thinking it was my ex & ex friend. All along, it was God. I am feeling healed and it’s all because I have God in my life again.

I am submitting this photo because I was recently made aware of my stretch marks, as if it’s anyone else’s business. Though you can hardly see in this photo, they are red & dark purple lines on the inside of my legs and on my waist. I was at church, wearing a dress, and my dad pointed to the ones on my legs and said “Be careful you don’t get too big because these might not go away.” I am submitting this photo because I love myself now because God loved me first, not because a friend or boy loved me. I am submitting this to show you that I have had a hell of a life this last year or so, but I still know that loving myself is the only option I have. If you can’t love yourself – who will?  I am submitting this to remind everyone who hates anything about their body that there are bigger things in life to worry about. It took losing a good friend of mine to remind myself who I am and how I should act. Please don’t wait that long to love yourself.

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I haven’t been on this tumblr page in ages, and it’s really a shame. I love seeing all of the positive people loving themselves, and it really helps me to feel better about myself as well. I’ve struggled with my weight and self-confidence my entire life, and I still struggle to this day. However, I’ve come a long, long way in loving myself. Some days I still need reminders, but really I think I’m beautiful and have finally let myself wear what I want to wear and take pictures of myself whenever I think some part of me is looking particularly excellent. I used to think I wasn’t pretty enough to wear certain clothes or do certain things because I thought people would certainly judge me based on my weight. I hate that I spent any part of my life that way, because no one should! I’m beautiful, and so are you!If you ever want to chat, you can find me here: http://ridiculousaurusrawr.tumblr.comBE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I haven’t been on this tumblr page in ages, and it’s really a shame. I love seeing all of the positive people loving themselves, and it really helps me to feel better about myself as well. I’ve struggled with my weight and self-confidence my entire life, and I still struggle to this day. However, I’ve come a long, long way in loving myself. Some days I still need reminders, but really I think I’m beautiful and have finally let myself wear what I want to wear and take pictures of myself whenever I think some part of me is looking particularly excellent. I used to think I wasn’t pretty enough to wear certain clothes or do certain things because I thought people would certainly judge me based on my weight. I hate that I spent any part of my life that way, because no one should! I’m beautiful, and so are you!

If you ever want to chat, you can find me here: http://ridiculousaurusrawr.tumblr.com

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severussnake:

talk-to-trees:

mirrorwoman:

annieelainey:

TOP 5 SHYB Frequently Asked Questions:

4) How do I overcome my fear of being seen/fear of visibility?

Here are some activities that in my experience have helped! 

Growing up incredibly shy, I was always afraid that people would see me and be offended by the fact that I looked different from everyone else. I was afraid that they would see me and think that I was ugly. After recovering from anorexia during my freshman year of high school, I realized that I should not only learn to accept myself for who I am and how I was made but also LOVE myself for my individuality. Once you are able to love yourself and take pride in who you are, other people will begin to love and respect you as well. 

this girl extremely wise and beautiful and has a lovely voice. great video :)))

HEY HEY HEY THIS IS AMAZING AND IMPORTANT AND SHE IS RIGHT IT ALL COMES DOWN TO PRACTICE IT GETS BETTER YOU JUST GOTTA KEEP CHALLENGING YOURSELF 

kittyfuckingpryde:

annieelainey:

An out of nowhere, middle of the night, early morning, post.
Most of my life has been spent feeling insecure and thinking there was something wrong with me. When I was very little, it was as simple as my social skills, kids my age did not understand me, I did not have many friends, I would try my best to fit in but typically ended up annoying people. As I grew older, my social skills still somewhat lack, but I have found people who find my company charming, I don’t annoy them, they love me, and I love them.
Around the age of 10, I started becoming incredibly insecure about my body, which we later became aware was actually the start of my depression and Body Dysmorphic Disorder. After two years at an acting conservatory, just a couple of months before I turned 20, I left school to focus on recovery and I haven’t looked back since.
Then in my adolescence, I was completely lost as to where I fit in sexually and romantically. The pressure to label my sexuality was confusing; I found certain boys charming and aesthetically pleasing, but didn’t want to have sex, so was I asexual? At 15, I was secretly romantically and sexually attracted to a girl… maybe I’m bisexual? Better just keep calling myself straight, probably best not to say anything about it, right? I mean, it’s just one girl. But then there were more girls, but I’m straight, right? That’s what I keep saying out loud, and if I say it out loud, it’s true.
In college, a couple more loud crushes on boys and then… the girl I like, likes me back, Her and I are together for a moment. So…. maybe gender doesn’t matter to me? I’m pansexual. Come out to mom. Mom is UPSET. “You’re a lesbian!” she yells at me through tears, “No, mom! Maybe someday I’ll like a boy in that way, I don’t know! Who knows?!”
Years go by. The moment I admitted to myself that I like girls, the false crushes on boys ceased. I currently identify as a lesbian and it is the most honest feeling label. My mother has become so much more accepting and even jokes with references to lesbian culture. 
So in this moment, late at night, I found this picture; that seemed to showcase it all. My awkwardness, my body, my sexual orientation. Today, I love my entire self.

This made me sob for multiple reasons and I’m just so happy this person is happy.

kittyfuckingpryde:

annieelainey:

An out of nowhere, middle of the night, early morning, post.

Most of my life has been spent feeling insecure and thinking there was something wrong with me. When I was very little, it was as simple as my social skills, kids my age did not understand me, I did not have many friends, I would try my best to fit in but typically ended up annoying people. As I grew older, my social skills still somewhat lack, but I have found people who find my company charming, I don’t annoy them, they love me, and I love them.

Around the age of 10, I started becoming incredibly insecure about my body, which we later became aware was actually the start of my depression and Body Dysmorphic Disorder. After two years at an acting conservatory, just a couple of months before I turned 20, I left school to focus on recovery and I haven’t looked back since.

Then in my adolescence, I was completely lost as to where I fit in sexually and romantically. The pressure to label my sexuality was confusing; I found certain boys charming and aesthetically pleasing, but didn’t want to have sex, so was I asexual? At 15, I was secretly romantically and sexually attracted to a girl… maybe I’m bisexual? Better just keep calling myself straight, probably best not to say anything about it, right? I mean, it’s just one girl. But then there were more girls, but I’m straight, right? That’s what I keep saying out loud, and if I say it out loud, it’s true.

In college, a couple more loud crushes on boys and then… the girl I like, likes me back, Her and I are together for a moment. So…. maybe gender doesn’t matter to me? I’m pansexual. Come out to mom. Mom is UPSET. “You’re a lesbian!” she yells at me through tears, “No, mom! Maybe someday I’ll like a boy in that way, I don’t know! Who knows?!”

Years go by. The moment I admitted to myself that I like girls, the false crushes on boys ceased. I currently identify as a lesbian and it is the most honest feeling label. My mother has become so much more accepting and even jokes with references to lesbian culture. 

So in this moment, late at night, I found this picture; that seemed to showcase it all. My awkwardness, my body, my sexual orientation. Today, I love my entire self.

This made me sob for multiple reasons and I’m just so happy this person is happy.

I have been through some fairly intense changes in the past year, to say the least. I joined the military, was away from my husband and family for 6 months, made some terrible decisions, and some great ones. Although this year has been challenging to say the least, I am so grateful for the struggles. For the first time in my life I finally started making the changes I needed to make in my life. I started seeing a counselor. I am learning to trust myself and my ability to meet my own needs. I am learning how to love myself. To trust my body and what it needs. I am taking care of myself physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I am learning how to recognize negative self-talk and to question the stories I tell myself.
Magical. Miraculous. Amazing. That is the only way I can begin to describe the changes I have felt in my self-worth, body-image, and confidence. For the first time in my life, I believe myself when I look at my body in the mirror and say that I am beautiful. I feel powerful. Strong. Capable. I am learning to be gentle with myself, and to love myself exactly as I am, right now. My self-love is no longer conditional. I don’t need to look a certain way, be a certain size, accomplish specific goals in order to be loved by myself or anyone else.
Consequently, in learning to love myself unconditionally, I have opened myself up to be loved by others in ways I deserve. I am more capable of loving others without conditions or unrealistic expectations.
And be proud of your body. Be grateful for all of the amazing things your body can do. Listen to your body. It is the only body you get. It is your vessel in this world. The legs you despise carry you every day. They run and jump and allow you to play. The arms you think are too big or small embrace the people you love. Hold your child. Stop trying to carve away the pieces of your body you feel aren’t good enough.
You are loveable. You are not broken. You are not used or dirty. You are worthy of forgiveness, especially from yourself. You are never alone. I love you. You are beautiful. Right now. Stop waiting to love yourself. You are enough exactly as you are.
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I have been through some fairly intense changes in the past year, to say the least. I joined the military, was away from my husband and family for 6 months, made some terrible decisions, and some great ones. Although this year has been challenging to say the least, I am so grateful for the struggles. For the first time in my life I finally started making the changes I needed to make in my life. I started seeing a counselor. I am learning to trust myself and my ability to meet my own needs. I am learning how to love myself. To trust my body and what it needs. I am taking care of myself physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I am learning how to recognize negative self-talk and to question the stories I tell myself.

Magical. Miraculous. Amazing. That is the only way I can begin to describe the changes I have felt in my self-worth, body-image, and confidence. For the first time in my life, I believe myself when I look at my body in the mirror and say that I am beautiful. I feel powerful. Strong. Capable. I am learning to be gentle with myself, and to love myself exactly as I am, right now. My self-love is no longer conditional. I don’t need to look a certain way, be a certain size, accomplish specific goals in order to be loved by myself or anyone else.

Consequently, in learning to love myself unconditionally, I have opened myself up to be loved by others in ways I deserve. I am more capable of loving others without conditions or unrealistic expectations.

And be proud of your body. Be grateful for all of the amazing things your body can do. Listen to your body. It is the only body you get. It is your vessel in this world. The legs you despise carry you every day. They run and jump and allow you to play. The arms you think are too big or small embrace the people you love. Hold your child. Stop trying to carve away the pieces of your body you feel aren’t good enough.

You are loveable. You are not broken. You are not used or dirty. You are worthy of forgiveness, especially from yourself. You are never alone. I love you. You are beautiful. Right now. Stop waiting to love yourself. You are enough exactly as you are.

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One thing I am constantly working on is my confidence and accepting my body. So today, I wrote out two lists, one that said things about my body that I don’t care for (including my eczema, love handles, and tummy fat) and one including things that I do like (including my curvy hips, strong thighs, eyes, and relatively healthy body).
Having a healthy body greatly outweighs the things that I do not like about myself. Yes I have some fat that I do not care for, but I am healthy. I’m not overweight. Even though I do not have societies ideal body, I am beautiful and sexy.
I want to find myself beautiful no matter what weight I am, how many stretch marks or wrinkles I have, and how healthy I may or may not be.
I want to be so confident in myself that hopefully one day my future daughter will be confident in herself.
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One thing I am constantly working on is my confidence and accepting my body. So today, I wrote out two lists, one that said things about my body that I don’t care for (including my eczema, love handles, and tummy fat) and one including things that I do like (including my curvy hips, strong thighs, eyes, and relatively healthy body).

Having a healthy body greatly outweighs the things that I do not like about myself. Yes I have some fat that I do not care for, but I am healthy. I’m not overweight. Even though I do not have societies ideal body, I am beautiful and sexy.

I want to find myself beautiful no matter what weight I am, how many stretch marks or wrinkles I have, and how healthy I may or may not be.

I want to be so confident in myself that hopefully one day my future daughter will be confident in herself.

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Trigger warning: low self-esteem, self-hate
This is me today. I have gone through years of self-image, body image and self-esteem issues to get to where I am now. I’m working toward loving myself and finding peace with my body, and on some days I still forget how to love myself or feel like giving up, but I always trust myself enough to know that I will keep moving forward. I’m in therapy to work on my self-esteem, I cover up my mirrors when I start to obsess over my body, and I do yoga to make me feel strong and beautiful.
I still have insecurities, but I’m trying to not be ashamed of them and to not be ashamed of my body. I have stomach fat and back rolls, chubby cheeks, a round face, bigger breasts than most girls my age, big thighs that don’t have a gap, stretch marks, acne, a skin condition something like eczema, large upper arms, and my collarbone isn’t visible. While I’m still insecure about all my “imperfections”, I’m not ashamed of them and I refuse to hate myself any longer. After years of trying to hide and wishing I could change my body, I now know that I deserve self-respect, respect from others, self-love and self-acceptance, happiness, and I deserve to occupy space in this world. Things aren’t perfect, and I don’t know if I’ll ever completely get over my insecurities, but I am still trying to choose to love myself every day, no matter how hard it is. 
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Trigger warning: low self-esteem, self-hate

This is me today. I have gone through years of self-image, body image and self-esteem issues to get to where I am now. I’m working toward loving myself and finding peace with my body, and on some days I still forget how to love myself or feel like giving up, but I always trust myself enough to know that I will keep moving forward. I’m in therapy to work on my self-esteem, I cover up my mirrors when I start to obsess over my body, and I do yoga to make me feel strong and beautiful.

I still have insecurities, but I’m trying to not be ashamed of them and to not be ashamed of my body. I have stomach fat and back rolls, chubby cheeks, a round face, bigger breasts than most girls my age, big thighs that don’t have a gap, stretch marks, acne, a skin condition something like eczema, large upper arms, and my collarbone isn’t visible. While I’m still insecure about all my “imperfections”, I’m not ashamed of them and I refuse to hate myself any longer. After years of trying to hide and wishing I could change my body, I now know that I deserve self-respect, respect from others, self-love and self-acceptance, happiness, and I deserve to occupy space in this world. Things aren’t perfect, and I don’t know if I’ll ever completely get over my insecurities, but I am still trying to choose to love myself every day, no matter how hard it is. 

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For most of my life I’ve carried deep shame of my body, my sexuality, and my “”woman-ness”” or “lack of it”.
But today I say farewell to these feelings to make room for some new awesome ones<3
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For most of my life I’ve carried deep shame of my body, my sexuality, and my “”woman-ness”” or “lack of it”.

But today I say farewell to these feelings to make room for some new awesome ones<3

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

Trigger Warning: mentions of diet, calories, bullying, disordered eating
Years of being picked on for my weight had really messed up my perspective on myself and life in general. All the hatred lead me to believe that there was really something wrong with how I looked. I wasn’t at all motivated until I realized that I needed to stop drowning myself in self pity and do something about it. At first, I’ll be honest, I did it to prove everyone wrong. I then became obsessed to become ‘skinny.’ That was my goal. I always knew that my body type was not that of a skinny persons’ but I tried as hard as I could and developed an eating disorder. I would eat 500 calories and burn off 400 every day. I was growing weak and tired and still was unsatisfied. It was a hard fight to win but eventually I realized I cannot be “perfect”, I only had to be myself. I started over and here I am. Trying each and every day to truly love myself. It’ll be hard but I know that I can get there.
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Trigger Warning: mentions of diet, calories, bullying, disordered eating

Years of being picked on for my weight had really messed up my perspective on myself and life in general. All the hatred lead me to believe that there was really something wrong with how I looked. I wasn’t at all motivated until I realized that I needed to stop drowning myself in self pity and do something about it. At first, I’ll be honest, I did it to prove everyone wrong. I then became obsessed to become ‘skinny.’ That was my goal. I always knew that my body type was not that of a skinny persons’ but I tried as hard as I could and developed an eating disorder. I would eat 500 calories and burn off 400 every day. I was growing weak and tired and still was unsatisfied. It was a hard fight to win but eventually I realized I cannot be “perfect”, I only had to be myself. I started over and here I am. Trying each and every day to truly love myself. It’ll be hard but I know that I can get there.

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