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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I wish I could erase every thought in every woman’s, every little girls head that because they have large thighs and freckles or because they have acne, too much or too little hair, a loud laugh and a smile with a crack that their happiness broke through, that they’ve nothing to worry about; and I wish I could erase every sad smile we have to fake when girls we admire for their physicality say they’re fat.

The thing is, I’m 17, and the brain is a complicated thing. We, when harming who we are, are crippled; I mean, without the brain, you’re nothing. Literally nothing. A slab of meat (attractive meat, however) attached to a wonderful face.

I got conscious of my acne and thighs and lack of glimmer when I was nine; and have disappeared further and further since.  When my Father got Terminal Cancer, I thought logic had driven it away; however I just replaced it with school work…and here I am- starting to recover. I still have Depression, OCD , Anxiety beyond any human level and Panic Attacks related to all that’s going on in my life, but little thoughts and comparisons still remain to remind me of what I’m not, pulling me back to all I CAN’T do because I’m too chubby. I have thoughts of a boys face I like and how disgusted they would be as they cuddle me, the better options all around them.

You deserve better.

I’ve never once been called pretty. I’ve never once been kissed, had someone or was looked at (knowingly) the way we all wish ourselves to be. I find my nose a little strange, my thighs too large and my acne less than desirable- my eyes too blue and my pupils too large.  But that’s the key phrase there; less than desirable. By whom? People you’ve never met? We aren’t sitting next to them when they’re in love or during loss and who says we ever will be and when we are they certainly wish for kindness and love as opposed to a glass picture to watch and admire….to smash. You are every colour ever invented, every breath ever breathed and every atom that makes us up.  One day I’ll stop comparing myself- but I’ve gotten far. I have moments when I think of myself as pretty, and others when I fake it. I drown out my actual thoughts until I realize the stupidity behind my old ones.  I look in the mirror and don’t look at every individual spot on my face as I used to, to pinpoint my imperfections, but rather at my eyes where my soul should lay and is, in itself, beautiful.

Please know that you’re not perfect. Seven letters couldn’t encompass the beauty behind who you are- everything wonderful and gorgeous and scary and horrible and you and complicated.  You are the most beautiful person you could ever be. You are. You really are. Seriously.
Love, Casey <3 
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I wish I could erase every thought in every woman’s, every little girls head that because they have large thighs and freckles or because they have acne, too much or too little hair, a loud laugh and a smile with a crack that their happiness broke through, that they’ve nothing to worry about; and I wish I could erase every sad smile we have to fake when girls we admire for their physicality say they’re fat.

The thing is, I’m 17, and the brain is a complicated thing. We, when harming who we are, are crippled; I mean, without the brain, you’re nothing. Literally nothing. A slab of meat (attractive meat, however) attached to a wonderful face.

I got conscious of my acne and thighs and lack of glimmer when I was nine; and have disappeared further and further since.  When my Father got Terminal Cancer, I thought logic had driven it away; however I just replaced it with school work…and here I am- starting to recover. I still have Depression, OCD , Anxiety beyond any human level and Panic Attacks related to all that’s going on in my life, but little thoughts and comparisons still remain to remind me of what I’m not, pulling me back to all I CAN’T do because I’m too chubby. I have thoughts of a boys face I like and how disgusted they would be as they cuddle me, the better options all around them.

You deserve better.

I’ve never once been called pretty. I’ve never once been kissed, had someone or was looked at (knowingly) the way we all wish ourselves to be. I find my nose a little strange, my thighs too large and my acne less than desirable- my eyes too blue and my pupils too large.  But that’s the key phrase there; less than desirable. By whom? People you’ve never met? We aren’t sitting next to them when they’re in love or during loss and who says we ever will be and when we are they certainly wish for kindness and love as opposed to a glass picture to watch and admire….to smash. You are every colour ever invented, every breath ever breathed and every atom that makes us up.  One day I’ll stop comparing myself- but I’ve gotten far. I have moments when I think of myself as pretty, and others when I fake it. I drown out my actual thoughts until I realize the stupidity behind my old ones.  I look in the mirror and don’t look at every individual spot on my face as I used to, to pinpoint my imperfections, but rather at my eyes where my soul should lay and is, in itself, beautiful.

Please know that you’re not perfect. Seven letters couldn’t encompass the beauty behind who you are- everything wonderful and gorgeous and scary and horrible and you and complicated.  You are the most beautiful person you could ever be. You are. You really are. Seriously.

Love, Casey <3 

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TW: Bullying, mental/emotional abuse.
Hello! My name’s Brittany. I’m 24, from northeastern Pennsylvania, and this blog changed my life.
To start, I grew up in a very toxic household full of emotional and mental abuse that I got from both of my parents and my considerably thinner half-sister. Sometimes my sister would take her lipstick and write things like “fat whore” and “cow” on my bedroom mirror, then my parents would defend her by saying things like, “well, she wouldn’t do those things if you were skinny!”
I found out about Tumblr about two years ago, which lead me to find this amazing blog and to me educating myself on body positivity, fat positivity, and self-love. I don’t know where I would be now if I never found this place and the brilliant people on it. All of your stories, experiences, and positivity helped me stop wishing I were someone else… because I never want to be anyone else.
Because of this blog, and the support from some amazing friends, I’ve had the courage to stand up to my family, even if they still don’t accept my confidence and self-love. Not only that, but I’m over-the-moon happy with myself and my size 24 body— the rolls, the stretchmarks, the battle scars, and everything else that makes my body uniquely me!
Thank you, SHYB! 
Oh, and I’m always looking for new friends, too! If you’d like to chat, feel free to inbox me and we’ll go for RIta’s Italian Ice together!
x
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TW: Bullying, mental/emotional abuse.

Hello! My name’s Brittany. I’m 24, from northeastern Pennsylvania, and this blog changed my life.

To start, I grew up in a very toxic household full of emotional and mental abuse that I got from both of my parents and my considerably thinner half-sister. Sometimes my sister would take her lipstick and write things like “fat whore” and “cow” on my bedroom mirror, then my parents would defend her by saying things like, “well, she wouldn’t do those things if you were skinny!”

I found out about Tumblr about two years ago, which lead me to find this amazing blog and to me educating myself on body positivity, fat positivity, and self-love. I don’t know where I would be now if I never found this place and the brilliant people on it. All of your stories, experiences, and positivity helped me stop wishing I were someone else… because I never want to be anyone else.

Because of this blog, and the support from some amazing friends, I’ve had the courage to stand up to my family, even if they still don’t accept my confidence and self-love. Not only that, but I’m over-the-moon happy with myself and my size 24 body— the rolls, the stretchmarks, the battle scars, and everything else that makes my body uniquely me!

Thank you, SHYB! 

Oh, and I’m always looking for new friends, too! If you’d like to chat, feel free to inbox me and we’ll go for RIta’s Italian Ice together!

x

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I’m so sick of the word “flattering.” Dress for your shape? More like dress for yourSELF. &lt;3

Shannon. Size 28, business casual.

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I’m so sick of the word “flattering.” Dress for your shape? More like dress for yourSELF. <3
Shannon. Size 28, business casual.
Visit my blog here!
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Potentially nsfw:
This, is an image that even weeks ago, I wouldn’t have dreamt of sending to a partner, let alone submitting to a blog online. I used to dislike the fact that gravity worked entirely against me and that I had rolls on my back so much that I’d not get changed around absolutely anyone and I’d make sure I thought nobody could see anything that resembled rolls or lumps and now, I’ve accepted entirely what my body looks like and I love it.
I hope other women of my size fall in love with their bodies as much as I have. And if anybody wants to see more of how in love with my body I really am, check.out my blog: jigglynudes.tumblr.com OR jigglybeth.tumblr.com and drop me a line if you want to talk :)
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Potentially nsfw:

This, is an image that even weeks ago, I wouldn’t have dreamt of sending to a partner, let alone submitting to a blog online. I used to dislike the fact that gravity worked entirely against me and that I had rolls on my back so much that I’d not get changed around absolutely anyone and I’d make sure I thought nobody could see anything that resembled rolls or lumps and now, I’ve accepted entirely what my body looks like and I love it.

I hope other women of my size fall in love with their bodies as much as I have. And if anybody wants to see more of how in love with my body I really am, check.out my blog: jigglynudes.tumblr.com OR jigglybeth.tumblr.com and drop me a line if you want to talk :)

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I was a bit apprehensive to submit this at first. But I figured &#8216;why not?&#8217;. I&#8217;m finally becoming comfortable and even starting to love my own body and I&#8217;ll be damned if I don&#8217;t start to show it. It&#8217;s been a long and difficult process to accept my self over these past few years but I&#8217;m glad I&#8217;m finally learning to. &lt;3 BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I was a bit apprehensive to submit this at first. But I figured ‘why not?’. I’m finally becoming comfortable and even starting to love my own body and I’ll be damned if I don’t start to show it.
It’s been a long and difficult process to accept my self over these past few years but I’m glad I’m finally learning to. <3 
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Two years ago, I would not have been able to post this. Two years ago, I would have deleted this picture and then attempt to take a picture in a different, more flattering angle. Today, I post this picture, and a promise. I promise that I will stop standing in front of the mirror every day just to poke, pinch and scold myself for looking unacceptable. I promise to start treating my body like the beautiful temple it is, instead of constantly being ashamed of it. I promise to love myself. 
I love you guys. If anyone tells you that you are not beautiful, tell them to go bite rocks. Stay brutal.
http://dr-thunderpants.tumblr.com/

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Two years ago, I would not have been able to post this. Two years ago, I would have deleted this picture and then attempt to take a picture in a different, more flattering angle. Today, I post this picture, and a promise. I promise that I will stop standing in front of the mirror every day just to poke, pinch and scold myself for looking unacceptable. I promise to start treating my body like the beautiful temple it is, instead of constantly being ashamed of it. I promise to love myself. 

I love you guys. If anyone tells you that you are not beautiful, tell them to go bite rocks. Stay brutal.

http://dr-thunderpants.tumblr.com/

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Hello everyone!
I’m not a native speaker so please be nice and if I’m doing mistakes tell me, always is good to learn.
I’ve been following this blog for two months. I found it because I was searching for girls who feel insecure like me and reading everything you post here is amazing.
Finally I’m brave enough to write something myself, I created this account just for doing it. I’m going to tell you, feel insecure when everybody around you think that you are self-confident is not easy.
I don’t like to talk about myself but sometimes I need that someone hears me. I would like it to be here because girls who read and post in this blog are really nice, beautiful and brave.
My insecurities began when I was 10, I’m curvy and beacuse of that people used to tell me that I should control my weigth because I was too young for being fat. When I grow up I got my bras, and they grew a lot, so I got stretch marks that really anoyed me. Then stretch marks appear in a lot of parts of my body - Like boobs, hips and legs - I felt terrible.
Never had a boyfriend even when some boys where really nice and I like them. I was really insecure and even if they had things for me I denied it all and thought that nobody could love me because of my body.
Reading this girl’s experiences makes me feel stronger, better, like I can rule the world. Because I don’t have to be skinny, fat, black, white, tall or short for being a good person. I’m beautiful I know it, the stretch marks don’t make me ugly, they are just part of me.
Sometimes it’s hard to accept yourself but when you do it and love yorself as well, the feeling is just amazing. Tell every girl you know that she is beautiful everytime you can. That’s something that we need sometimes.
Now, everyday I look at myself in the mirror and give myself a smile because that’s how good things starts. Maybe sometimes I look at my body and feel wrong, but then I think about how other really good things I have are so beautiful that in fact nothing in myself is wrong.
I hope I’m brave enough to take a picture of myself next time. Love you girls, thanks for everything!
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Hello everyone!

I’m not a native speaker so please be nice and if I’m doing mistakes tell me, always is good to learn.

I’ve been following this blog for two months. I found it because I was searching for girls who feel insecure like me and reading everything you post here is amazing.

Finally I’m brave enough to write something myself, I created this account just for doing it. I’m going to tell you, feel insecure when everybody around you think that you are self-confident is not easy.

I don’t like to talk about myself but sometimes I need that someone hears me. I would like it to be here because girls who read and post in this blog are really nice, beautiful and brave.

My insecurities began when I was 10, I’m curvy and beacuse of that people used to tell me that I should control my weigth because I was too young for being fat. When I grow up I got my bras, and they grew a lot, so I got stretch marks that really anoyed me. Then stretch marks appear in a lot of parts of my body - Like boobs, hips and legs - I felt terrible.

Never had a boyfriend even when some boys where really nice and I like them. I was really insecure and even if they had things for me I denied it all and thought that nobody could love me because of my body.

Reading this girl’s experiences makes me feel stronger, better, like I can rule the world. Because I don’t have to be skinny, fat, black, white, tall or short for being a good person. I’m beautiful I know it, the stretch marks don’t make me ugly, they are just part of me.

Sometimes it’s hard to accept yourself but when you do it and love yorself as well, the feeling is just amazing. Tell every girl you know that she is beautiful everytime you can. That’s something that we need sometimes.

Now, everyday I look at myself in the mirror and give myself a smile because that’s how good things starts. Maybe sometimes I look at my body and feel wrong, but then I think about how other really good things I have are so beautiful that in fact nothing in myself is wrong.

I hope I’m brave enough to take a picture of myself next time. Love you girls, thanks for everything!

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Greedy 3rd submission! I just love all you gorgeous people and all the support we show each other! This self love journey isn’t a smooth one but I’m getting there and you will too :)
UK Size 14 and proud!
Follow and chat to me! I love making new friends :D
acciopositivity.tumblr.com
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Greedy 3rd submission! I just love all you gorgeous people and all the support we show each other! This self love journey isn’t a smooth one but I’m getting there and you will too :)

UK Size 14 and proud!

Follow and chat to me! I love making new friends :D

acciopositivity.tumblr.com

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