Our mission: to love ourselves, every last inch! To support others, help build positive self esteem! This is The Body Peace Revolution!

This is a place of encouragement, a place to talk about body image, a place for feeling beautiful. No matter what you look like, what color, what gender, what size or however many "flaws", healthy, not healthy, working on it, 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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Hi I’m Anna and I have submitted a few times before. My life changed at 11:10 p.m. October 29th, 2011. The car that I was a front seat passenger in collided with another car. I was not sure at the time what had happened to me; all I knew was that I was in complete shock and horrible pain. My next memory was lying on the cold ground with strangers all around me. I was soon transported in an ambulance to the local hospital. It was then that I was able to see my parents who were called by the state police. After multiple tests we learned that I had fractured my spine. To be honest, I do not even remember being told that I had broken my back. But what I do remember is my mom crying. After my MRI my mother realized I was millimeters away from paralysis. Once the local hospital realized the severity of my injury, I was transferred to The Johns Hopkins Hospital. After the 6 days I had to spend in the hospital I spent 3 long months in a brace (shown in the picture above.) Being as active as I am and having to be restricted on what I could and could not do was the first struggle for me in my recovery process. I could not stand on my own for the first few weeks. Then I could slowly start to move on my own. The first time I was allowed to go out was Christmas Eve to my friends party. I looked in the mirror while getting ready and burst into tears crying about how I had to go to a party looking like an idiot with a brace. I was so close to just not going. I cried and cried and cried. My mother then sat me down and said “Anna, you are a beautiful girl with or without this brace. Don’t let it restrict you on what YOU want to do. This brace is a sign of you being a survivor. You’re so strong and so much stronger than crying over being insecure over this. I love you Anna. Now you better have fun tonight.” After my mom saying this I knew that she was right and people weren’t going to laugh and point at me. Almost a year later and I am fully healed and healthy. Loving every moment of the beautiful second chance I was given. I am beautiful with and without my brace. YOU are beautiful too. BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!
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Hi I’m Anna and I have submitted a few times before. My life changed at 11:10 p.m. October 29th, 2011. The car that I was a front seat passenger in collided with another car. I was not sure at the time what had happened to me; all I knew was that I was in complete shock and horrible pain. My next memory was lying on the cold ground with strangers all around me. I was soon transported in an ambulance to the local hospital. It was then that I was able to see my parents who were called by the state police. After multiple tests we learned that I had fractured my spine. To be honest, I do not even remember being told that I had broken my back. But what I do remember is my mom crying. After my MRI my mother realized I was millimeters away from paralysis. Once the local hospital realized the severity of my injury, I was transferred to The Johns Hopkins Hospital. After the 6 days I had to spend in the hospital I spent 3 long months in a brace (shown in the picture above.) Being as active as I am and having to be restricted on what I could and could not do was the first struggle for me in my recovery process. I could not stand on my own for the first few weeks. Then I could slowly start to move on my own. The first time I was allowed to go out was Christmas Eve to my friends party. I looked in the mirror while getting ready and burst into tears crying about how I had to go to a party looking like an idiot with a brace. I was so close to just not going. I cried and cried and cried. My mother then sat me down and said “Anna, you are a beautiful girl with or without this brace. Don’t let it restrict you on what YOU want to do. This brace is a sign of you being a survivor. You’re so strong and so much stronger than crying over being insecure over this. I love you Anna. Now you better have fun tonight.” After my mom saying this I knew that she was right and people weren’t going to laugh and point at me. Almost a year later and I am fully healed and healthy. Loving every moment of the beautiful second chance I was given.

I am beautiful with and without my brace. YOU are beautiful too.


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i have a love hate relationship with this picture. i love my outfit, like that is my favorite hat, and im on stilts in this picture though you cant really tell, which is one of my favorite things to do. but the fat on my stomach always makes me hesitate when i go to show people it. and i hate that i dont like this photo, i should love it. its a gorgeous snapshot. but that fat is holding me back. but for some reason, that fat on my chest doesnt bother me. if all the fat on my stomach migrated up i wouldnt mind so much, which sucks.
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i have a love hate relationship with this picture. i love my outfit, like that is my favorite hat, and im on stilts in this picture though you cant really tell, which is one of my favorite things to do. but the fat on my stomach always makes me hesitate when i go to show people it. and i hate that i dont like this photo, i should love it. its a gorgeous snapshot. but that fat is holding me back. but for some reason, that fat on my chest doesnt bother me. if all the fat on my stomach migrated up i wouldnt mind so much, which sucks.

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Art has helped me accept my body more than anyone’s kind words. It’s always nice to hear those you love lifting you up, but for me acceptance of my body has been a journey. 
One day in photography we were told to take a photo that displayed vulnerability. Of course I didn’t submit this one, but I took the idea and did it in my own time as well.   It stood for everything that was me- the fire on the candles, the cleansing water.. and in the midst of reviewing the picture I realized that there is nothing wrong with me at all. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you either.
If you need anything, talk to me. I’m always here to help.
Take a photo. Smile. Look at how beautiful you are.
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Art has helped me accept my body more than anyone’s kind words. It’s always nice to hear those you love lifting you up, but for me acceptance of my body has been a journey. 

One day in photography we were told to take a photo that displayed vulnerability. Of course I didn’t submit this one, but I took the idea and did it in my own time as well.   It stood for everything that was me- the fire on the candles, the cleansing water.. and in the midst of reviewing the picture I realized that there is nothing wrong with me at all. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you either.

If you need anything, talk to me. I’m always here to help.

Take a photo. Smile. Look at how beautiful you are.

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All my life my mom told me:”You fat and ugly, go in for sport, use diet’s”. Everyone  called me the ugly creature. I had an awful childhood, almost nobody was on friendly with me. I was lonely because my body wasn’t attractive to other people. BUT! now it in the past. I suffered too long..soo it’s time to change everything! To change not my body but my mind.

Listen only to itself, listen only your heart.

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I never thought I would have the courage to actually talk about my body or how I feel about it to the world so what I am about to say/submit is probably something I never thought I could do. So here goes nothing.

First off, my name is Samantha, but most people call me Sam. All my life I struggled finding the right outfit or what looked “good” on me as I was growing up. I grew up just wearing t-shirts and basketball shorts. All my life people never actually called me mean names, but I could tell that they gave me strange look just by the way my appearance was. I was a tomboy growing up, but I think that was because I never really felt comfortable in cute girl clothes. I remember my mom always telling me, “you are built just like me there is nothing you can do about it.” I remember feeling really sad and I hated the way my body was. I hated that I couldn’t be like anyone else. I never felt comfortable, unless I was wearing baggy clothes. Of course the media never helped, but as I grew older and I got into my first relationship my Senior year of high school, I realized that my physical aspects of my body weren’t all that mattered. I started opening up and I wasn’t afraid to be myself. I became happy and I was confident in what I was wearing. I could wear anything and I felt good about myself. Granted, I knew other girls looked ten times more prettier than I did, but did I care? No. I learned to respect my body, and I learned to be myself. I realize now that nothing is perfect, but when someone treats all your flaws as if they are nothing, you soon realize that your body shape isn’t all what matters. I love my body, and I love showing it off. I am proud to say that, I love being fluffy :) more to love I always say!! :)

If you have any questions, please inbox me. I would love to hear and talk to you :) xox http://saameow.tumblr.com/

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I’ve finally started to love myself and my body. It’s been a long time, and I’m so glad that I can look in the mirror without wanting to change myself. It’s a huge milestone for me.

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I’ve finally started to love myself and my body. It’s been a long time, and I’m so glad that I can look in the mirror without wanting to change myself. It’s a huge milestone for me.

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TRIGGER WARNING: SELF INJURY, EATING DISORDER HISTORY, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, SEXUAL ASSAULT.
Hi, I’m Aryn.
My story, like so many others, starts when I was a kid. I started purging, restricting, and cutting when I was eleven. I had had my first flashback from my experience when I was four and I didn’t want to feel that ever again. I thought if I was tiny, no man would dare treat me that way again. When I was 13, I was put into therapy and told that if I didn’t gain weight, I would be tube fed. So I started cutting more and eating more to appease my therapist. Also when I was 13, I discovered drugs and alcohol. I drank alone, I used alone. My weight stabilized when I was 15 and my therapist was happy. By this time I was using more frequently. This continued to increase until I was 18, when I overdosed and was sent to treatment.
Today, with the help of Narcotics Anonymous and therapy, I don’t have to use or cut or starve or purge to make myself feel okay. I can feel okay all on my own. I’m sick of hating my appearance, and I’m not going to do that anymore.
Check me out at queer-andhere.tumblr.com <3
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TRIGGER WARNING: SELF INJURY, EATING DISORDER HISTORY, SUBSTANCE ABUSE, SEXUAL ASSAULT.

Hi, I’m Aryn.

My story, like so many others, starts when I was a kid. I started purging, restricting, and cutting when I was eleven. I had had my first flashback from my experience when I was four and I didn’t want to feel that ever again. I thought if I was tiny, no man would dare treat me that way again. When I was 13, I was put into therapy and told that if I didn’t gain weight, I would be tube fed. So I started cutting more and eating more to appease my therapist. Also when I was 13, I discovered drugs and alcohol. I drank alone, I used alone. My weight stabilized when I was 15 and my therapist was happy. By this time I was using more frequently. This continued to increase until I was 18, when I overdosed and was sent to treatment.

Today, with the help of Narcotics Anonymous and therapy, I don’t have to use or cut or starve or purge to make myself feel okay. I can feel okay all on my own. I’m sick of hating my appearance, and I’m not going to do that anymore.

Check me out at queer-andhere.tumblr.com <3

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Hello my name is beth, i got bullied for being too &#8216;skinny&#8217; i have a naturally fast metabolism therefore i lose weight quite quickly and have never really needed to exercise to lose weight. I have always felt very self concious about my weight but as i have got older i came to terms with my weight and realized that all bodys are different shapes and sizes and none of them are the &#8216;perfect shape&#8217;. &#8216;skinny&#8217; or &#8216;fat&#8217; bodies are beautiful in their own way.
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Hello my name is beth, i got bullied for being too ‘skinny’ i have a naturally fast metabolism therefore i lose weight quite quickly and have never really needed to exercise to lose weight. I have always felt very self concious about my weight but as i have got older i came to terms with my weight and realized that all bodys are different shapes and sizes and none of them are the ‘perfect shape’. ‘skinny’ or ‘fat’ bodies are beautiful in their own way.

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