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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My name is Olive. I am a plus-size alternative lesbian model from Vermont. All my life I have battled depression, O.C.D, and severe anxiety. Yet I had only been diagnosed three years ago. I now have a wonderful body positive self image, but I haven’t always. I used to self harm and have eating disorders. My advice for people wanting to go into recovery is: AGGRESSIVE SELF LOVE. It really helped me. 
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My name is Olive. I am a plus-size alternative lesbian model from Vermont. All my life I have battled depression, O.C.D, and severe anxiety. Yet I had only been diagnosed three years ago. I now have a wonderful body positive self image, but I haven’t always. I used to self harm and have eating disorders. My advice for people wanting to go into recovery is: AGGRESSIVE SELF LOVE. It really helped me. 

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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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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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graciehagen:

Illusions of the Body was made to tackle the supposed norms of what we think our bodies are supposed to look like. Most of us realize that the media displays the only the prettiest photos of people, yet we compare ourselves to those images. We never get to see those photos juxtaposed against a picture of that same person looking unflattering. That contrast would help a lot of body image issues we as a culture have.  

Within the series I tried get a range of body types, ethnicities & genders to show how everyone is a different shape & size; there is no “normal”. Each photo was taken with the same lighting & the same angle.  

Celebrate your shapes, sizes & the odd contortions your body can get itself into. The human body is a weird & beautiful thing. 

Photographer: Gracie Hagen

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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