Posts tagged chest
Posts tagged chest
so my friend had top surgery and
Stop sexualizing my body stop shaming my body stop policing my body
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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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.
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.
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.
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/
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.
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
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.
When I took this picture I was thinking, Damn I look good. I feel good. I feel powerful and at home in my body. But when I went to edit it (cropping it down, really) I started to focus on “imperfections” and oh gosh, did I really just take a picture of that much skin, look at my armpits, how could I even think of… Wait! Wait, self. What happened to that power and confidence?! Look at that person! Look at all that gorgeousness! That person isn’t afraid or self-conscious or hiding from anyone or anything.
That person is ME. I am all those things. And even though I have moments of doubt and self-hate, those moments are met with determination. And they’re becoming fewer and farther apart. I’m meeting myself in the middle, accepting when it turns out I’m ze or gray ace or vegan or WHATEVER. Every time I come to peace with a part of myself, I find myself more and more at home in this body, even if I didn’t think it had anything to do with my body at all. Because you know what? It turns out I’m pretty freaking awesome.
EATING DISORDER/SELF INJURY TRIGGER WARNING
This is me.
Off and on for the past 10 years I’ve had trouble with food. It started off when I was 15. I lost interest in food. I would eat once a day…which became eating once every other day. If there was something I needed to be at and I was expected to eat, I would get a smoothie on the way, instead of eating there. I never thought I was fat, I just didn’t want to eat. I wasn’t fat, either. I was actually incredibly thin when I started not eating, and I was well underweight by the time I moved into a house full of supportive people. Once I moved, I started eating all the time. It didn’t matter if I had just eaten, someone mentioned food and I was all over it. I gained 50+ pounds in the first six months after I moved. I hated myself and I punished myself with food for a long time. Within the last two years, though, I’ve started to learn to listen to my body. When I’m hungry, I eat. If I’ve just eaten, I don’t need to go out to Olive Garden with my friends. I’ve been slowly losing weight, which is cool, but much more importantly I’ve felt so much better. Probably better than I have in my life. I can do things. I’ve developed a love for hiking. I’ve learned to love myself, including my chubby tummy.
I’ve been planning to post this for a while and the reason I’m doing it now is because the last few weeks I’ve noticed that I haven’t really been eating as much…food isn’t interesting me. We had my favorite soup last night and I just didn’t want it. I cut myself for the first time in at least a year. I’ve had a lot of stress, a lot of horrible things happen this month, and this is me telling all of you that it is not going to win. I’m going to eat dinner tonight, even if I don’t want to. I’m going to get up tomorrow morning and make myself a smoothie for breakfast, even if I don’t want it. I’m going to win this.
Today i was really into drawing,.
and i didn’t know what to draw, i follow a lot of positive body blogs like this, and i thought why not.
Blogs like this have gotten me threw a lot, and made me more positive and im thankful for that.
so here’s some cute chubby girls,I’ve drawn.
everyone’s body is beautiful
And i wish that everyone could accept that.
I’ve had trouble loving my body and blogs like this really have helped me, knowing im not alone.
so thank you.
- Chevelle <3
My Name is Bethany, im a size 18/20 and im disabled . it took me a long time and alot of school bullies calling me a ‘fat cow’
but you know what? .. im not a ‘fat cow’ im curvy and im gorgeous ;-)
This is me before i went to my first tattoo convention back in 2010
i’m 21 and disabled i use an electric wheelchair all the time and im a curvy size 18/20 . i have always hated my body and its only recently that i’ve started to not care so much what other people say, my body image is finally on the up and i couldn’t be happier :)
and I’m a damn YUMMY MUMMY!