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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Binging has led me to gain basically a large amount of weight in a short amount of time, so I’m far from my “base weight”. I’ve had body dysmorphia my whole life but I was able to manage it; my mind was never filled entirely of thoughts about my body’s form and weight until the last, idk, 5 years of my life? This recent weight gain, from the past 6-7 months, has added a lot of stress and increased my depression, and I just haven’t been doing well. The photos I’m submitting are of areas that are hardest for me to accept. I have to accept these things in order to function this upcoming fall semester. xoxo
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Binging has led me to gain basically a large amount of weight in a short amount of time, so I’m far from my “base weight”. I’ve had body dysmorphia my whole life but I was able to manage it; my mind was never filled entirely of thoughts about my body’s form and weight until the last, idk, 5 years of my life? This recent weight gain, from the past 6-7 months, has added a lot of stress and increased my depression, and I just haven’t been doing well. The photos I’m submitting are of areas that are hardest for me to accept. I have to accept these things in order to function this upcoming fall semester. xoxo

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I feel like this is a great video to support self love! Just thought I’d share it with you all too. 

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"I’m a big woman. I need big hair"
- Aretha Franklin
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"I’m a big woman. I need big hair"

- Aretha Franklin

~ http://s0wnbones.tumblr.com ~

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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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I suffered with self esteem issues and anorexia for a very long time. I wish I had taken my life back sooner. Eating disorders suck. Recovery made me realize that the weight I gained was not fat but freedom, happiness, love and creativity, the things my disordered mind left behind. Recovery made me realize I was worth something. You are too.
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I suffered with self esteem issues and anorexia for a very long time. I wish I had taken my life back sooner. Eating disorders suck. Recovery made me realize that the weight I gained was not fat but freedom, happiness, love and creativity, the things my disordered mind left behind. Recovery made me realize I was worth something. You are too.

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Trigger Warning - talk about an accident, scale numbers & stretch marks.
Two years ago, I fit into both the bra and panties perfectly. In fact, this was my FAVORITE bra.  And today, my boobs are falling out of the bra and my underwear covers half of my ass. Around 120lbs, I thought I was perfect. I loved my body, I loved my friends, and I honestly loved life. After high school graduation, the guy I had been involved with for 5 years, through long distance, ended things with me. Though we fought on and off the entire 5 years, even to the point where we dated people in between, I always had thought he’d be the one. He was the one I would eventually fly to Florida from Michigan to be with, or wherever else he ended up. Around the same time, my sister and her new born moved back home, where I was still living. I took on the role of babysitting full-time, to the point where people think I am his mother. It was exhausting, and due to lack of time between babysitting, family events, and college, I lost all my friends. I lost every single one of them, including the girl I had been best friends with since 8th grade, and thought I would grow old with. I literally thought we would be friends forever. As I walked through this last year of my life, I noticed a huge change - not just in my body, though I am now weighing in at 170lb. I was friends with people I hated in high school, I put more emphasis on school but never followed through. I even continued talking to guys, but became less picky and more racy; sending nudes & talking to multiple guys. I lost values and my life spiraled down into hate, dishonesty, and honestly, just pure craziness. I would have days where I’d be friends with everyone, including old friends, then I’d have days where I wouldn’t even hear my phone go off. I lost sight of who I was, and even confessed to a friend that I would I was having an identity crisis. The pressure on me of measuring up to my older sisters, raising my nephew, getting good grades, etc was drowning me. And the pain of losing not just all of my friends, but the two most valued people in my life nearly killed me. A month ago, one of my good friends from high school – who I had lost contact with – was killed by a drunk driver, along with a friend of his. Getting that text that said “it was Dakota in the accident” ripped my heart apart. I cried for days, and am even crying writing this. Dakota called me mom in high school because I was so protective of him. I loved him as if he were my child, having met him his freshman year & being a year older. He always had a smile on his face and always found a way to make people laugh. I could go on for days about the happiness I found in him, but back to my main point – Dakota LOVED God.  When he died, I was angry. I attended his viewing & his funeral, his candlelight vigil and I’ll be attending a softball game and 5k race in his honor later this month. But through all of the support, I was angry. I blamed God and screamed and cried and lost sight of everything else bad in my life. This last month of my life has been about Dakota. However, he and God had a plan. They have been working God into my life through this experience. I started attending church again. Last week, I bought my first adult bible. I pray almost daily now. I have found God and my heart is finally healing – when I have been missing something for 2 years now and kept thinking it was my ex & ex friend. All along, it was God. I am feeling healed and it’s all because I have God in my life again.
I am submitting this photo because I was recently made aware of my stretch marks, as if it’s anyone else’s business. Though you can hardly see in this photo, they are red & dark purple lines on the inside of my legs and on my waist. I was at church, wearing a dress, and my dad pointed to the ones on my legs and said “Be careful you don’t get too big because these might not go away.” I am submitting this photo because I love myself now because God loved me first, not because a friend or boy loved me. I am submitting this to show you that I have had a hell of a life this last year or so, but I still know that loving myself is the only option I have. If you can’t love yourself – who will?  I am submitting this to remind everyone who hates anything about their body that there are bigger things in life to worry about. It took losing a good friend of mine to remind myself who I am and how I should act. Please don’t wait that long to love yourself.
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Trigger Warning - talk about an accident, scale numbers & stretch marks.

Two years ago, I fit into both the bra and panties perfectly. In fact, this was my FAVORITE bra.  And today, my boobs are falling out of the bra and my underwear covers half of my ass. Around 120lbs, I thought I was perfect. I loved my body, I loved my friends, and I honestly loved life. After high school graduation, the guy I had been involved with for 5 years, through long distance, ended things with me. Though we fought on and off the entire 5 years, even to the point where we dated people in between, I always had thought he’d be the one. He was the one I would eventually fly to Florida from Michigan to be with, or wherever else he ended up. Around the same time, my sister and her new born moved back home, where I was still living. I took on the role of babysitting full-time, to the point where people think I am his mother. It was exhausting, and due to lack of time between babysitting, family events, and college, I lost all my friends. I lost every single one of them, including the girl I had been best friends with since 8th grade, and thought I would grow old with. I literally thought we would be friends forever. As I walked through this last year of my life, I noticed a huge change - not just in my body, though I am now weighing in at 170lb. I was friends with people I hated in high school, I put more emphasis on school but never followed through. I even continued talking to guys, but became less picky and more racy; sending nudes & talking to multiple guys. I lost values and my life spiraled down into hate, dishonesty, and honestly, just pure craziness. I would have days where I’d be friends with everyone, including old friends, then I’d have days where I wouldn’t even hear my phone go off. I lost sight of who I was, and even confessed to a friend that I would I was having an identity crisis. The pressure on me of measuring up to my older sisters, raising my nephew, getting good grades, etc was drowning me. And the pain of losing not just all of my friends, but the two most valued people in my life nearly killed me. A month ago, one of my good friends from high school – who I had lost contact with – was killed by a drunk driver, along with a friend of his. Getting that text that said “it was Dakota in the accident” ripped my heart apart. I cried for days, and am even crying writing this. Dakota called me mom in high school because I was so protective of him. I loved him as if he were my child, having met him his freshman year & being a year older. He always had a smile on his face and always found a way to make people laugh. I could go on for days about the happiness I found in him, but back to my main point – Dakota LOVED God.  When he died, I was angry. I attended his viewing & his funeral, his candlelight vigil and I’ll be attending a softball game and 5k race in his honor later this month. But through all of the support, I was angry. I blamed God and screamed and cried and lost sight of everything else bad in my life. This last month of my life has been about Dakota. However, he and God had a plan. They have been working God into my life through this experience. I started attending church again. Last week, I bought my first adult bible. I pray almost daily now. I have found God and my heart is finally healing – when I have been missing something for 2 years now and kept thinking it was my ex & ex friend. All along, it was God. I am feeling healed and it’s all because I have God in my life again.

I am submitting this photo because I was recently made aware of my stretch marks, as if it’s anyone else’s business. Though you can hardly see in this photo, they are red & dark purple lines on the inside of my legs and on my waist. I was at church, wearing a dress, and my dad pointed to the ones on my legs and said “Be careful you don’t get too big because these might not go away.” I am submitting this photo because I love myself now because God loved me first, not because a friend or boy loved me. I am submitting this to show you that I have had a hell of a life this last year or so, but I still know that loving myself is the only option I have. If you can’t love yourself – who will?  I am submitting this to remind everyone who hates anything about their body that there are bigger things in life to worry about. It took losing a good friend of mine to remind myself who I am and how I should act. Please don’t wait that long to love yourself.

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I haven’t been on this tumblr page in ages, and it’s really a shame. I love seeing all of the positive people loving themselves, and it really helps me to feel better about myself as well. I’ve struggled with my weight and self-confidence my entire life, and I still struggle to this day. However, I’ve come a long, long way in loving myself. Some days I still need reminders, but really I think I’m beautiful and have finally let myself wear what I want to wear and take pictures of myself whenever I think some part of me is looking particularly excellent. I used to think I wasn’t pretty enough to wear certain clothes or do certain things because I thought people would certainly judge me based on my weight. I hate that I spent any part of my life that way, because no one should! I’m beautiful, and so are you!If you ever want to chat, you can find me here: http://ridiculousaurusrawr.tumblr.comBE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I haven’t been on this tumblr page in ages, and it’s really a shame. I love seeing all of the positive people loving themselves, and it really helps me to feel better about myself as well. I’ve struggled with my weight and self-confidence my entire life, and I still struggle to this day. However, I’ve come a long, long way in loving myself. Some days I still need reminders, but really I think I’m beautiful and have finally let myself wear what I want to wear and take pictures of myself whenever I think some part of me is looking particularly excellent. I used to think I wasn’t pretty enough to wear certain clothes or do certain things because I thought people would certainly judge me based on my weight. I hate that I spent any part of my life that way, because no one should! I’m beautiful, and so are you!

If you ever want to chat, you can find me here: http://ridiculousaurusrawr.tumblr.com

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