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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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!! :)
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