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.

No matter what you look like, what color, what gender, sexual orientation, what size or however many "flaws", healthy, not healthy, working on it, abled, disabled, 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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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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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

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Mentions of eating  disorder and weight: Feeling sexy, I’m finally truly beginning to love my post anorexia  weight restored body. I am the weight that I’m naturally supposed to be. I’m happy with the way I am and I feel like I’m entering a new kind of peace with my body and the way I treat it. My scars are healing and I’m finally comfortable with my own flesh and bone. Love yourself, join the revolution.
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Mentions of eating  disorder and weight: Feeling sexy, I’m finally truly beginning to love my post anorexia  weight restored body. I am the weight that I’m naturally supposed to be. I’m happy with the way I am and I feel like I’m entering a new kind of peace with my body and the way I treat it. My scars are healing and I’m finally comfortable with my own flesh and bone. Love yourself, join the revolution.

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Ive dealt with small breasts insults since 9th grade and they havent grown, ive been called everything from “boy” to “spider bites” i’d like to be seen and accepted as a girl! Even if they are just joking and having fun it hurts.
http://whenumissmebaby.tumblr.com/
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Ive dealt with small breasts insults since 9th grade and they havent grown, ive been called everything from “boy” to “spider bites” i’d like to be seen and accepted as a girl! Even if they are just joking and having fun it hurts.

http://whenumissmebaby.tumblr.com/

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Trigger warning; self-hate, low self-esteem
After many years of trying to hide my body and wishing I could change it, I&#8217;ve come to realize that I deserve respect and self-love no matter what I look like. I still have insecurities, but I&#8217;m working towards not being ashamed of my body because of my &#8220;imperfections&#8221;. I&#8217;m in therapy to help work on my low self-esteem, and on days when I obsess over my flaws I cover up my mirrors to help myself remember that there&#8217;s more to me than my body. I do yoga to help me feel strong and beautiful. I still have trouble areas with my stomach, thighs, upper arms, back, breasts, skin, and weight, but I&#8217;m working to not let them define me. I am trying to choose to love myself, no matter how hard.
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Trigger warning; self-hate, low self-esteem

After many years of trying to hide my body and wishing I could change it, I’ve come to realize that I deserve respect and self-love no matter what I look like. I still have insecurities, but I’m working towards not being ashamed of my body because of my “imperfections”. I’m in therapy to help work on my low self-esteem, and on days when I obsess over my flaws I cover up my mirrors to help myself remember that there’s more to me than my body. I do yoga to help me feel strong and beautiful. I still have trouble areas with my stomach, thighs, upper arms, back, breasts, skin, and weight, but I’m working to not let them define me. I am trying to choose to love myself, no matter how hard.

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NSFW 18+, 
I love being naked. 
For some reason, I feel the most confident when everything is out there. Even though I love fashion and I love clothes. I love even more being able to see and feel all my soft flesh.
Starting in elementary school, I walked around with my stomach sucked in and my chest pushed out. I taught myself to stand and walk this way so I would be more attractive to boys. 
This was the start of how I would view my fat body for years to come. I would grab and manipulate my fat in the mirror, imagining how much better I could look if I moved my stomach fat to my breasts or my butt. I only felt confident in clothes that depicted my body as something it wasn&#8217;t&#8212;you know, what they call &#8220;flattering.&#8221;
Everything changed after realizing I was gay, because those ideas about how I believed men wanted me to look melted away. I realized that I&#8217;m the only person whose opinion matters about me. Now my hair is platinum blonde and pink, I have a fairy tattoo, I wear clothes that I love, and I love my short, round, squishy body. I feel like a teddy bear, I feel like fairies and fluffy kittens and marshmallows and clouds. I feel like an adorable mythological being. At 4&#8217; 10&#8221; and 150 pounds and the way I present myself, I&#8217;m not like everyone else. I transcended normality. 
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NSFW 18+, 

I love being naked. 

For some reason, I feel the most confident when everything is out there. Even though I love fashion and I love clothes. I love even more being able to see and feel all my soft flesh.

Starting in elementary school, I walked around with my stomach sucked in and my chest pushed out. I taught myself to stand and walk this way so I would be more attractive to boys. 

This was the start of how I would view my fat body for years to come. I would grab and manipulate my fat in the mirror, imagining how much better I could look if I moved my stomach fat to my breasts or my butt. I only felt confident in clothes that depicted my body as something it wasn’t—you know, what they call “flattering.”

Everything changed after realizing I was gay, because those ideas about how I believed men wanted me to look melted away. I realized that I’m the only person whose opinion matters about me. Now my hair is platinum blonde and pink, I have a fairy tattoo, I wear clothes that I love, and I love my short, round, squishy body. I feel like a teddy bear, I feel like fairies and fluffy kittens and marshmallows and clouds. I feel like an adorable mythological being. At 4’ 10” and 150 pounds and the way I present myself, I’m not like everyone else. I transcended normality. 

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