Posts tagged chubby
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Hi guys! My name is Makena and I am 18 years old!
I have been posting on SHYB since I started recovery for my bulimia with anorexic tendencies almost two years ago. I know the top picture looks like a before-and-after of my weight, but it’s not! The picture on the left is one of the first pictures I submitted of myself to SHYB, back in 2011. I was still in the midst of my eating disorder and very much struggling with my self-image. As you can see, I was too embarrassed to wear a bikini. Whenever I see that photo on the left, I see a very unhappy girl with zero confidence. I hated my legs and I thought I had a very chubby stomach. Now in the photo on the right, after nearly two years of recovery with much love and support, I see someone totally different! I see a girl that—can you believe it—was excited to wear a bikini to the beach, and not just wear it, but take pictures! I am just truly proud of all the positive changes and progress I have made in my life: I work out at least 4x a week and keep track of my nutrition (not calories). I actually am starting to love my body and I am learning more every day how to treat it with the respect it deserves.
Also, I just wanted to say, in August I will be one year purge-free!!:))
Anyways, thanks for reading this! If anyone ever wants to talk sometime, message me here!
TRIGGER WARNING/TW: Mental/Psychological Disorders/Suicidal Thoughts/Abuse.
I was really inspired to post a picture here. This blog is incredible.
I’ve always been the bigger girl all my life. I grew up with a mom who couldn’t afford food that was nutritious, healthy, the like. I grew up eating whatever was around. Traditionally, junk. So, it’s rather embodied in my brain that eating is a way of comfort, to never eat the right things, drink the right things, make choices, live with them. It’s hard to break out of, this we all know. I didn’t have the best childhood, no father in the picture, I suppose he was disgusted and just high tailed and left, and my mother put me through 8 years of mental torment, constantly calling me fat in front of her friends, laughing at me, calling me a whore and a bitch.
Now I am 20 years old. No longer with my mother, my grandparents took the best of care of me, well. As much as they could.
At the age of 16 I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder, Type 1. I suffer deep, deep depressions, I have been in one for 12 years. Small periods of high intense mania. Strong impulses, to shop, steal, use, lie, cheat, and eat.
But. I am high above those impulses. I am not letting my disorder define who I am. I am not letting my weight define who I am. I am a smart girl, who is artistic, lovely, incredible, and above all. Brave. To not succumb to suicide. To not go back to the Psychiatric Hospital. To not look at her arms and wrists and feel the urge, the stinging pain and succumb to it. No, I am not that person anymore.
I love this life I live. I love to wake up and look outside my window and see the light blue through my curtains and just know that another night has went and gone where I am still alive and breathing.
Today is going to be a good day.
I’m being brave again and submitting this because I looked at it and thought I like how my body looks. This is huge. I NEVER think that. I have gained a lot of weight and at my highest weight ever, and I am constantly at war with my body. I have suffered from eating disorders for three years, and have had terrible, horrible, non-existant self esteem for even longer. Maybe it’s just the lighting and the way I’m standing, but I actually like how I look here. Taking pictures of my body helps me to see it the way it really is and not the distorted way I see it daily in the mirror. I think the human body is a beautiful thing and is not something to be ashamed of in any way shape or form. And I’m not ashamed of my body for this one moment. I am scarred and I have thick thighs that touch and a lower belly pooch and small boobs, and thats okay. I’m still beautiful how I am. My body is mine and I need to accept it. And if I can accept it in this photo and share that acceptance with all of you, that is a step in the right direction.
I never thought I would see myself in a bikini ever again, but that’s essentially what I’m wearing- a bikini. And it’s clothing that I feel proud and comfortable to wear, even after all this time.
I submitted a photo a year back when I was trying to deal with weight gain that came with recovery from anorexia. I was still incredibly insecure, but I felt that sharing my body and trying to become more comfortable with it might help me overcome my insecurities. One year and lots of hard work later, I finally feel like I’m at a place where I can be happy with myself, inside and out.
It’s still a lot of work and I have days where I feel like I’m relapsing, only to challenge my disordered thoughts and manage to find myself stronger in the end. I know that I’m almost there, and not being able to exercise due to an injury won’t stop me from recovering. The last step in my recovery is learning to be okay with myself without feeling the need to exercise, and I’m surviving it one day at a time. It’s been almost two months since my last workout, but I’m still on the road to recovery— it may be slower than before, but I’m still going.
I think my final message to everybody is that you’re beautiful, even if you don’t think that you are. Loving yourself doesn’t happen overnight, and it’s going to be a lot of hard work, but it’s worth it. You’re worth it. You are beautiful and loved, and all those people who love you will continue to love you +/- 20lbs, I promise you that.
The first step is learning to love yourself, and freeing yourself from the restraints, whether it be internal or external. You only live once, so let your life revolve around happy moments and exciting things rather than your body because it doesn’t- and never will- define your worth.
Feel free to message me at livelaughrecover.
I finally got myself to submit a picture and I’m happy I did. It shows I’m totally fine with the way I look, even after all the things I went through.
Got bullied on for 4 years in primary school because of my weight and when it stopped at school, it started to last for another 4 years when I joined girl scouts. When I couldn’t handle it anymore and quit being a girl scout, which made an end to my dream of becoming a girl scout leader. Not being bullied anymore was a relief, but the chance of being bullied on again would always be there.
When I went to high school, nothing happened. That’s when I started to accept the way I looked like. But outside of school, I always felt like everyone was judging me even if they weren’t. I never really felt in place with all these good looking people around me, who all had boyfriends and were able to wear whatever they liked without being judged. I realized I still didn’t feel good about myself.
And then, age 22, I met a guy who made me feel the most beautiful girl in the world. It took me a while to get comfortable being naked in front of him, but once I did, I wished I would’ve done it sooner. He literally changed my world by telling me I’m beautiful and I started to love the way I look.
That’s why I chose this outfit to surprise him on our 6 months anniversary. I know he’s going to like it as much as I do.
This is my body, and it is beautiful. I will put whatever accessories or clothing on my body because I’m worth it, and because I can rock it. I’m done feeling like my body is a cage, I’m done taking ridicule from society, and I’m done thinking that I’m too “fat” for cute clothes and showing off my skin. So now I will, because it’s my beautiful skin. They are my beautiful thighs, they are my beautiful stretch marks. I have spent countless hours crying over them and thinking that they’re “ugly,” but I matured beyond that when I found the problem wasn’t me, it was the image I had in my head of “beautiful.” I know some of my decisions are unhealthy, I know that sometimes I put toxic things in my body, but those are my choices, I know what i’m doing with my body, and I can deal with the consequences. I believe that I am a beautiful, worthy human being and so are all of you lovelies. I spent way too long thinking that I wasn’t good enough because of my weight, because people didn’t think I was beautiful because I’m not society’s image of flawless beauty. But you know what? Now I wouldn’t even want to be that, sure they may look good in magazines, but those people aren’t real. I’m real, and I’m a brilliant, kind person (not to toot my own horn) and I deserve love and respect. If you don’t like me because I’m not supermodel thin or magazine flawless, then tough titty because I am amazing and you will never have the opportunity to see that. Sometimes I still feel insecure, and sometimes words do hurt. But I realize now that that’s what got me down in the first place, and I’ll be damned if I’m ever gonna let that happen again. Love your body. Love yourself. I know I will.
Hi there, my name is Harmony and this is my first post. I’m new to Stop Hating Your Body, and I actually didn’t know that websites like this exist. Here is my story:
I am very tall, around 5’9. I have always felt awkward about this because I appear larger then most girls. About a year ago I weighed 180lbs. I was incredibly down on myself, and I hated my body. So I started exercising and trying to loose weight. I did, I got myself down to 135. Now I am continuing to work out, but I don’t see it in the mirror. My body image is so skewed that I cannot see how beautiful I truly am. I still see myself as the same size. Despite the fact my family and friends keep telling me that I don’t need to loose weight. I am struggling with the bump between my hips and stomach. My mind wants me to starve myself and run until this bump is gone, but will it ever disappear? and will I be happy with my body once it is gone?
I don’t think so. I think blogs like this, that support positive body image, will. Reading all of the stories on this website has opened my eyes to all the different sizes of women, and how we all struggle with our body image. I envied thin women, and wished I looked like them. Realizing that we all are facing this together, makes me feel a lot stronger. I feel like I can do this, and I will learn to love my body and it’s imperfections.
I hope to post again in a few weeks and tell you of how far I have come.
Thank you for this website, and all the strong men and women who have shared their stories. You are truly inspiring to me.
Hi, I’m Ember. I have short legs, and a long torso. I have small tits, and a squishy tummy. I have big thighs, and a little bubble but. I have a round face, and the chubbiest cheeks out of anyone I know. I’m not going to lie, and say I love my body. Because I don’t. I’m learning to love myself the way I am. I don’t care about what size clothes I wear anymore. I’m tired of crying every time I go in the dressing room. Day by day, I’m getting closer to loving myself just the way I am, and not trying to change a damn thing.
So, hi. I’m Ember, I’m 16. 5’5”. 138lbs. And I have the best music taste in the world! Confidence is the sexiest thing a woman can posses.
Body positive, bitches!!
TW: self harm, eating disorder
This is very brave for me to post, but I’m going to, because when I looked at this picture, I didn’t hate what I saw. I didn’t see a bulging stomach, fat thighs, and ugly scars. I saw a waist that dipped in, a small chest, and scars that are finally fading and healing. And I was okay with how I looked here. I may not be the thinnest girl and I may not have flawless skin, but I am me, and I am trying to accept that.
I have suffered from Bulimia for three years now, and have spent every second of those three years hating my body and the way I look. I have taken razors to my skin over and over because of that disgust I felt towards myself. But I am in recovery now. I am trying to see myself as beautiful the way I am. I wear what I want in an attempt to feel confident. I go to the beach in bikinis and am not ashamed of my scars. I still have terrible self-image, but I try to fight it in small ways every day. I am trying to love myself again.
I have been taunted by my peers as long as I can remember about my body,face, hair, etc.. and after a hard battle i have come to see that they’re wrong. I’ve come to terms with my body and im happy to be where i am now
Everyone deserves the chance to feel good about themselves. And thanks to this revolution I found a while ago I have never looked back. I went from questioning everything about myself to the confident person I am today. It wasn’t easy, but I finally learned to love myself. I am beautiful on the inside and the outside. And you deserve to feel that way about yourself. You deserve to have body peace. We all do.
Hello everyone! My name is Sara. I am 22 years old and I wear a size 11 US pants. What is the definition of “large”. And why is this word so horrible. In the last few weeks I have had many men call me large. But, the funny thing is. When I think of the word Large, I think of it as “Large and in charge”.
My only few words of advice to anyone who has ever been called large is, You need to be large and in charge. No matter if it hurts, its going to feel better once you look at yourself in a positive way. No one out there is allowed to make you feel less then what you are worth, and what you are worth is more then you think you are. Everyone is beautiful, no matter if its on the outside or the inside. We are only human, and we are doing the best we can to survive. Because we are only put here for a short time, and we only get one body. Enjoy your bodacious curves or your swimsuit body. No matter your size small or large. They are just words. But, how you listen to them matters.
You are all beautiful. And You yourself have the power to feel that way. Only you can do that. So what are you waiting for, send your self flowers, send your self a pizza! Just don’t wait any longer and do it already.
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This is me (and my friend lurking in the background) on a recent educational trip to Mpumalanga, South Africa. I really did not like any of the photos taken of me on this trip as my body kept being displayed in a way that really made me feel uncomfortable and disgusted with myself.
A friend told me, however, that I look like one of the Renaissance women, all porcelain skin and flowing hair and curves.. to me (as a fine artist) the epitome of beauty.
Now everytime I look at a photo of myself I remember what she said - that I AM beautiful, that my body IS beautiful and that even though I am still struggling every day with accepting myself… it’s ok to feel pretty sometimes just like it’s ok to feel rotten sometimes.
So come say hey :) I love making new friends
PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT TO THE BODY POSITIVE COMMUNITY:
the body positive community is really important to me & I’m really tired of feeling judged and excluded by hateful ableists
So when I’m sad I make weird faces and try to make myself laugh. Here I am sans any makeup or hair products.
Here I go again! Post three. Except lately, everything sucks. So I’m feelin’ rather down on myself and this is me trying to remember that not everything that goes wrong is my fault, and sometimes people do some really awful things and hurt you in the toughest ways.
But you can’t have a rainbow without a storm and just because it’s bad right now, doesn’t mean it won’t get better.
Want to follow along with me on my journey to loving me for me? Check me out.