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cyd-and-that:

thisisthinprivilege:

takealookatyourlife:

[Sassy boy on crutches wearing a shirt that reads “SORRY MIND CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE”]
Fourteen-year-old Kaleb Provis had to undergo emergency surgery because of an infection in his knee after a doctor initially told him the pain was possibly caused by his “morbid obesity”.
The infection could have been cured with antibiotics if picked up earlier.
“If it wasn’t treated a nurse said his bones would start breaking,” his mother said
Fatness has dangerous implications for your health because of doctors’ fat discrimination.
Fat does not mean unhealthy.

(link to original story here)

Deaths and illnesses are ‘caused by obesity’. Just not how they tell us.

cyd-and-that:

thisisthinprivilege:

takealookatyourlife:

[Sassy boy on crutches wearing a shirt that reads “SORRY MIND CLOSED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE”]

Fourteen-year-old Kaleb Provis had to undergo emergency surgery because of an infection in his knee after a doctor initially told him the pain was possibly caused by his “morbid obesity”.

The infection could have been cured with antibiotics if picked up earlier.

“If it wasn’t treated a nurse said his bones would start breaking,” his mother said

Fatness has dangerous implications for your health because of doctors’ fat discrimination.

Fat does not mean unhealthy.

(link to original story here)

Deaths and illnesses are ‘caused by obesity’. Just not how they tell us.

I have submitted here some years ago before but since then I haven’t really kept up with the blog. I regret that, since this place is such a positive experience for everyone. 
All my life I have been told that I was thin or “too skinny” or that I looked like a skeleton. I’ve also been told I look like a ghost since I am fair skinned. Even though everyone called me “too skinny” I still ate a lot for a smaller person. It’s been a struggle for me to put on weight ever since I was a kid. I am a vegetarian and I weigh more now than I did six years ago eating meat. I want to be fit and healthy looking. I started running and longboarding about a year and a half ago to get into shape. One day I wanted to longboard but I didn’t have one. I invited my friend over with his longboard and I took a hill. I said “there is a first time for everything” before I went off, referring to me possibly falling. There is a first time for everything, even breaking your femur going down your first hill on a longboard. So needless to say…I broke my femur. I waited a day or so and went to the doctors because I couldn’t walk and they told me I need emergency surgery. I was in the hospital for 4 days until I had to move into my 3rd story apartment and go back to school the next day. I didn’t want to drop out just because of some broken femur. I was wheel chair bound and going through a very rough time in my life. After the first 6 weeks I ditched the wheelchair and bought crutches. I started walking without assistance after two months. 
One day it was raining pretty heavily and I was wearing some cheap shoes I got form H & M and…well I slipped. I fell on my knee on tile floor twice. I screamed and had a handful of other students come rushing to my side. They called the paramedics and I refused a trip. I shouldn’t have because that night the pain started and I couldn’t straighten my knee. Everything was okay for the two days I walked with my knee brace and once I took it off I ruined everything. So I can’t walk properly and my leg is extremely atrophied. Everyone says they can’t tell but I can. I guess it’s because I look at my uneven legs and get disgusted. But I shouldn’t be disgusted. Hell, I have one of the most gnarley scars on my knee now. I have a story to tell and I don’t take anything for granted. I am still thin and struggling to gain weight, especially in my leg, but once I get to the goal of having my leg completely healed I will be so much more happier.
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I have submitted here some years ago before but since then I haven’t really kept up with the blog. I regret that, since this place is such a positive experience for everyone. 

All my life I have been told that I was thin or “too skinny” or that I looked like a skeleton. I’ve also been told I look like a ghost since I am fair skinned. Even though everyone called me “too skinny” I still ate a lot for a smaller person. It’s been a struggle for me to put on weight ever since I was a kid. I am a vegetarian and I weigh more now than I did six years ago eating meat. I want to be fit and healthy looking. I started running and longboarding about a year and a half ago to get into shape. One day I wanted to longboard but I didn’t have one. I invited my friend over with his longboard and I took a hill. I said “there is a first time for everything” before I went off, referring to me possibly falling. There is a first time for everything, even breaking your femur going down your first hill on a longboard. So needless to say…I broke my femur. I waited a day or so and went to the doctors because I couldn’t walk and they told me I need emergency surgery. I was in the hospital for 4 days until I had to move into my 3rd story apartment and go back to school the next day. I didn’t want to drop out just because of some broken femur. I was wheel chair bound and going through a very rough time in my life. After the first 6 weeks I ditched the wheelchair and bought crutches. I started walking without assistance after two months. 

One day it was raining pretty heavily and I was wearing some cheap shoes I got form H & M and…well I slipped. I fell on my knee on tile floor twice. I screamed and had a handful of other students come rushing to my side. They called the paramedics and I refused a trip. I shouldn’t have because that night the pain started and I couldn’t straighten my knee. Everything was okay for the two days I walked with my knee brace and once I took it off I ruined everything. So I can’t walk properly and my leg is extremely atrophied. Everyone says they can’t tell but I can. I guess it’s because I look at my uneven legs and get disgusted. But I shouldn’t be disgusted. Hell, I have one of the most gnarley scars on my knee now. I have a story to tell and I don’t take anything for granted. I am still thin and struggling to gain weight, especially in my leg, but once I get to the goal of having my leg completely healed I will be so much more happier.

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My name is Spike Zombie, I am a plus size model. 
I am a size 20 USA sizes, and constantly ridiculed and mocked for it, yet I am one of the healthiest people I met, Full of muscle and stamina that is dangerous to a sport’s participant. It is sad how “fat” people are persevered to be lazy and gross! I hope to change that and enlighten the world
( https://www.facebook.com/SpikeZombieOfficial )
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My name is Spike Zombie, I am a plus size model. 

I am a size 20 USA sizes, and constantly ridiculed and mocked for it, yet I am one of the healthiest people I met, Full of muscle and stamina that is dangerous to a sport’s participant. It is sad how “fat” people are persevered to be lazy and gross! I hope to change that and enlighten the world

( https://www.facebook.com/SpikeZombieOfficial )

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Hi, my name is cloe. I am a white almost 21, female living in the United States.  This is my first day joining the body peace revolution. I’m going to worn everyone that is reading this, that I’m not the greatest writer… so, half the things I’m going to write might not make since… other than that, I would like to tell people about myself, in the most positive way I can. First off, I am very insecure about how I look. Meaning I can’t stop thinking about my size. Ever since I was in grade school, I’ve been shy, antisocial, and afraid of others and what they might think and feel about me… when I started in middle school, everything became worse. I had barely no friends, I was picked on, I was called different mean cruel things, others would tease me, spit on me, brake my stuff, stole my stuff, throw objects at me, touch me, not in a sexual way… but like hit, kick, and cut my hair… and mostly I was just alone. I would be so scared to be with others. Even with my own friends that where not really my friends at all. I would always eat lunch in the bathroom stoles. Find somewhere were people couldn’t find me.  Outside, empty class rooms, the detention room, and where all the books and quite people where at… even some teachers where mean to me… one time I skipped a class because the teacher was so mean to me for some reason and the students were not that nice either… so I skipped it and walked home. When I came home my, supposed to be my “Best Friend” told my parents what I did. They ground me for a month. A lot of times I would try to get in trouble, just so I would go to the detention room. I was never mean to anyone. I would just be late to a class or not do my homework… every day after school I would cry. Lucky me, my parents where always working. But my older sister, she was always home. She would try to cheer me up. Say forget what others think, and never let them bring you down… but I never lesion. I would cry for hours. Look in the mirror and self-hate, loath, myself. I felt like no one was there. Only me and my sister.  I and my sister are best friends. Back in middle school, she was the only friend I had… she was my friend and my clarity. She would tell me that we were the same. She use to get picked on and hurt in middle school also. But when she started high school, she wasn’t the shy, fat girl. She was a bad ass cool girl! Everyone loved her. Everyone knew her. I looked up to that. Hopping that I was going to be a cool bad ass in high school where everyone would love me. But, something never turn out the way you want them to go… my sister and step farther, that is really my farther to me. Because my real dad is an ass that I haven’t seen in 10 years or more… anyway, my sister and step dad didn’t get along. When they didn’t get along, no one got along. My mom was always in the middle. She didn’t know what to do. So, my sister had to move out and live with my grandma. That was bad. I was broken. I came home from middle school, now alone. No sister to give me clarity. I stared to hate my parents. I blamed them for my sister being gone. I lied, stopped lessoning to them and the rules. I regret that now. I regret hurting them and two other people that I hunted in middle school cause of me not controlling my pain and anger. I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore. When it was almost the end of middle school, I found out some secrets about myself that I didn’t even know about. My great grandma told me a lot about little old me. Like I was not planned to be borne by my parents, and that I died when I was born. But, somehow came back to life? The doctors didn’t even know how that happened. They thought I would be brain dead or a vegetable when I got older. But nope. I just got some disorders that I didn’t know I had. I found out that I have auditory processing disorder, OCD, heart mummer, mood disorder, and chromosome disorder.  After my grandma told me this, I was shocked. I had no idea. I didn’t know what to think or feel. I thought I was, am, different. Who knew?

 

 

In the first year in high school I went crazy. I cut my self a Chinese symbol of love on my leg, took a bottle of sleeping pills and drank some bath cleaner, and I got arrested for hurting my farther and temp of hurting myself. After I was sent back home, my sister heard what happened. And she was pissed off. She called me out. Gave me a news flash. She was so mad and sad that I finally saw what I was doing and becoming. When I knew what I have done, the time I saw my mother again, was the most painful cry in my life. I told my mother, farther, bothers, sister, everyone that knew what I had done I was so sorry. It was the longest crying I have ever done in my life. I rather be in hell and back than hurt anyone I loved. In time my parents forgave me. And things where looking up. I started to make real friends. I met nice people. Had fun. Started loving my parents and everyone. Sure I was still was teased, but it wasn’t that bad. I had people that loved me. And I started to feel the loneliness fading away. But that didn’t last long.

Second year in high school, my parents told me that we were moving to Texas. I was shocked. I was leaving my life. The same life that was bad but was becoming so great. I was leaving my friends, my family, my home, and my sister!!! My mom said I would make new ones. That didn’t happen… you see I am from Washington State. The state where everyone are nature loving coffee drinkers. Up by Canada.  Texas on the other hand… will it was really… different than what I’m use to… when we moved to Texas that same year after Christmas. It was hell. First high school there, I was scared. Didn’t make no friends and a got picked on again!!! But the worst thing is that I got sexily harassed this time… mom found out and she took me out of that school and send me to another one. That was ok for a bit. But than in the second year I was in there I was picked on like I was in middle school… hello bathroom stoles. I got sexily harassed again and mom pulled me out again. But no worries. Sure I am now afraid of people more but at least I passed high school after I finished my online classes. Now I’m out of school. But not so happy. All my friends that had in WA drifted apart from me. Sure I talk to some on Facebook… but we changed. Everything changed my friends, family, life, my sister, and me. My life from the past and reading a comic that got me to finally do something about the way I looked got me motivated to change. I now am not a fat girl in people eyes but the crazy work out chick that eats a lot of rabbit food and sweets. I still look at the mirror and see what I saw in middle school. I am trying to love me. Love how I look. And not care what people think of me. But nothing is working. So I take a picture of my body. For the first step of showing others and myself that I am beautiful. No matter how much I don’t think so but should!  I hope by joining this sight I will feel free and love my body and me. Thank you for reading and always love you and your body. No matter how much life shits on you.
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Hi, my name is cloe. I am a white almost 21, female living in the United States.  This is my first day joining the body peace revolution. I’m going to worn everyone that is reading this, that I’m not the greatest writer… so, half the things I’m going to write might not make since… other than that, I would like to tell people about myself, in the most positive way I can. First off, I am very insecure about how I look. Meaning I can’t stop thinking about my size. Ever since I was in grade school, I’ve been shy, antisocial, and afraid of others and what they might think and feel about me… when I started in middle school, everything became worse. I had barely no friends, I was picked on, I was called different mean cruel things, others would tease me, spit on me, brake my stuff, stole my stuff, throw objects at me, touch me, not in a sexual way… but like hit, kick, and cut my hair… and mostly I was just alone. I would be so scared to be with others. Even with my own friends that where not really my friends at all. I would always eat lunch in the bathroom stoles. Find somewhere were people couldn’t find me.  Outside, empty class rooms, the detention room, and where all the books and quite people where at… even some teachers where mean to me… one time I skipped a class because the teacher was so mean to me for some reason and the students were not that nice either… so I skipped it and walked home. When I came home my, supposed to be my “Best Friend” told my parents what I did. They ground me for a month. A lot of times I would try to get in trouble, just so I would go to the detention room. I was never mean to anyone. I would just be late to a class or not do my homework… every day after school I would cry. Lucky me, my parents where always working. But my older sister, she was always home. She would try to cheer me up. Say forget what others think, and never let them bring you down… but I never lesion. I would cry for hours. Look in the mirror and self-hate, loath, myself. I felt like no one was there. Only me and my sister.  I and my sister are best friends. Back in middle school, she was the only friend I had… she was my friend and my clarity. She would tell me that we were the same. She use to get picked on and hurt in middle school also. But when she started high school, she wasn’t the shy, fat girl. She was a bad ass cool girl! Everyone loved her. Everyone knew her. I looked up to that. Hopping that I was going to be a cool bad ass in high school where everyone would love me. But, something never turn out the way you want them to go… my sister and step farther, that is really my farther to me. Because my real dad is an ass that I haven’t seen in 10 years or more… anyway, my sister and step dad didn’t get along. When they didn’t get along, no one got along. My mom was always in the middle. She didn’t know what to do. So, my sister had to move out and live with my grandma. That was bad. I was broken. I came home from middle school, now alone. No sister to give me clarity. I stared to hate my parents. I blamed them for my sister being gone. I lied, stopped lessoning to them and the rules. I regret that now. I regret hurting them and two other people that I hunted in middle school cause of me not controlling my pain and anger. I didn’t even know what I was doing anymore. When it was almost the end of middle school, I found out some secrets about myself that I didn’t even know about. My great grandma told me a lot about little old me. Like I was not planned to be borne by my parents, and that I died when I was born. But, somehow came back to life? The doctors didn’t even know how that happened. They thought I would be brain dead or a vegetable when I got older. But nope. I just got some disorders that I didn’t know I had. I found out that I have auditory processing disorder, OCD, heart mummer, mood disorder, and chromosome disorder.  After my grandma told me this, I was shocked. I had no idea. I didn’t know what to think or feel. I thought I was, am, different. Who knew?

 

 

In the first year in high school I went crazy. I cut my self a Chinese symbol of love on my leg, took a bottle of sleeping pills and drank some bath cleaner, and I got arrested for hurting my farther and temp of hurting myself. After I was sent back home, my sister heard what happened. And she was pissed off. She called me out. Gave me a news flash. She was so mad and sad that I finally saw what I was doing and becoming. When I knew what I have done, the time I saw my mother again, was the most painful cry in my life. I told my mother, farther, bothers, sister, everyone that knew what I had done I was so sorry. It was the longest crying I have ever done in my life. I rather be in hell and back than hurt anyone I loved. In time my parents forgave me. And things where looking up. I started to make real friends. I met nice people. Had fun. Started loving my parents and everyone. Sure I was still was teased, but it wasn’t that bad. I had people that loved me. And I started to feel the loneliness fading away. But that didn’t last long.

Second year in high school, my parents told me that we were moving to Texas. I was shocked. I was leaving my life. The same life that was bad but was becoming so great. I was leaving my friends, my family, my home, and my sister!!! My mom said I would make new ones. That didn’t happen… you see I am from Washington State. The state where everyone are nature loving coffee drinkers. Up by Canada.  Texas on the other hand… will it was really… different than what I’m use to… when we moved to Texas that same year after Christmas. It was hell. First high school there, I was scared. Didn’t make no friends and a got picked on again!!! But the worst thing is that I got sexily harassed this time… mom found out and she took me out of that school and send me to another one. That was ok for a bit. But than in the second year I was in there I was picked on like I was in middle school… hello bathroom stoles. I got sexily harassed again and mom pulled me out again. But no worries. Sure I am now afraid of people more but at least I passed high school after I finished my online classes. Now I’m out of school. But not so happy. All my friends that had in WA drifted apart from me. Sure I talk to some on Facebook… but we changed. Everything changed my friends, family, life, my sister, and me. My life from the past and reading a comic that got me to finally do something about the way I looked got me motivated to change. I now am not a fat girl in people eyes but the crazy work out chick that eats a lot of rabbit food and sweets. I still look at the mirror and see what I saw in middle school. I am trying to love me. Love how I look. And not care what people think of me. But nothing is working. So I take a picture of my body. For the first step of showing others and myself that I am beautiful. No matter how much I don’t think so but should!  I hope by joining this sight I will feel free and love my body and me. Thank you for reading and always love you and your body. No matter how much life shits on you.

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BODY POSITIVITY: PLEASE REBLOG!!! - (also trigger warning)

The past two weeks I participated in a body Image program for gay men. It was for the Psychology Dept. at my university and I really wanted to take part in it to broaden my horizons on this subject. The program was really amazing and for one of the”homework” exercises my group was asked to write a letter to an adolescent boy about pursuing the “ideal” body. I wrote mine so it could be gender neutral so I can include anyone going through this at a young age. My letter:

Life at this age can be very difficult when it should be fun, free and liberating. People your age can be quite harsh and society itself, through the media, can send mixed messages that can discourage you. Please realize that your body is a gift that you can call your own, so love it and cherish it the way you should. Once you learn to love your body you will soon be able to love yourself; and that is the greatest power that anybody could have. Don’t let anyone or anything tell you how you should look. If you ever want to change your image, do it for yourself and not for the outside world. The “perfect” bodies that you see in magazines are not at all perfect. Not only because they are manipulated and altered, but simply because the state of perfection is unachievable. To be perfect is to be devoid of all flaws. Since everybody has flaws, there is no such thing. It doesn’t exist. But you must learn to accept your flaws and love them because as much as people don’t say it: imperfection is true perfection. I wish someone could have given me encouraging words when I was a teenager because it was a truly hard time for a lot of people. But what I hope is that you take my words and heed them because it really does get better.

Love your body. And love yourself.

Please spread this video so my message can hopefully reach those who need it

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Every time I walk out the door people stare at my body in a negative context. I have what I guess they call a “non-normative body” I was born with a physical disability called Cerebral Palsy. When people look at me all they see a girl with canes, to them my body  appears “Non-normal” but I would say its strongly mismatched with my identity. I have never truly felt limited by my disablility or that I walk with canes. My Disability has never defined me I’ve defined my own normal. I may have to use canes but my soul and mind are not disabled. I’ve never had insecurity when it comes to being a person that has Cerebral Palsy, I have had insecurities with things that go with this such as: that my arms seem so big compared to the rest of my body for carrying my body weight for 29 years, or that my hands are covered in callouses from using canes. I mean this is what comes with having a  disabled body right? What can I do to fix it? 
I wasn’t sure how to fix those things but what I was sure was that I could prove myself and show that my body isn’t the limit of what I can do! Inside this body was a lust for all things great in this world, great conversation, great friends and great adventures. I would use my energy to focus on the good that I can do then the negativity that usually comes with how I am viewed. I have been in Mosh Pits at Rock concerts, worked on movie sets, and just signed up to run a 5k! There is nothing I can’t do! I’ve taught middle school kids and started my own business. 
   I’ve had a lot of negativity thrown my way with my body from society, peers, and relationships that has caused me to not think that a disabled body can be beautiful. Instead of thinking of my own thoughts of my body I spent most time fighting what society perceives of me more. We live in a  superficial world where people are judge based on whats on the outside. Well when they see me they think I’m not smart, or that I can’t do things, Illness repulses and people don’t want a part of that. So I’ve spend more time saying "hey my mind and soul are beautiful" and while that is the most important by far you know what my body is beautiful too! 
   People have often told me I was beautiful but I thought it was because they felt sorry for me because of my disability. My friends and family said it to me often but I never gave it much thought. I know that I am beautiful on the inside and thats truly all that ever mattered to me. I never looked in the mirror and thought “yeah I’m beautiful.”
Which is funny because I think it is essential that we create a world where people feel okay in their bodies, express themselves through their bodies, and feel comfortable navigating this world in their body, I support health at every size yet I go around covering up my own tummy and arms.  I loved the beach but I was so scared to show off so much you would never see me in a swimsuit. (look at me now! yay!) 
 I am just now learning what it means to inhabit my body. It wasn’t until I could see myself through a guy I had a relationship with that I started to see the things he loved and didn’t understand about my body, soul, and mind that it got me thinking about them as well. Having him call me beautiful causes me to now look in the mirror saying he was right I am beautiful. Him not understanding my body and ultimately ending things has made me become more in tune with who I am as a whole package. I’ve often felt insecure that I had tummy and tried to do things about it but when I started to explore yoga and work out I realized “I have no core muscle due to my Cerebral Palsy!” but that doesn’t mean I can’t work to have it! 
   Having a person show me that all of me is indeed beautiful makes it easier for me to navigate the tumultuous world we live in. My only hope is to now do that for someone else. It doesn’t happen right away. Do things that make you feel good. Try a new beauty thing, take some fun photos. Have insecurities with a part of your body? Show it off more! Don’t give it the power! One day I will lose all my insecurities and today is a step in that, next the end of all of insecurities!! 


http://www.tumblr.com/blog/kellsinlalaland
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Every time I walk out the door people stare at my body in a negative context. I have what I guess they call a “non-normative body” I was born with a physical disability called Cerebral Palsy. When people look at me all they see a girl with canes, to them my body  appears “Non-normal” but I would say its strongly mismatched with my identity. I have never truly felt limited by my disablility or that I walk with canes. My Disability has never defined me I’ve defined my own normal. I may have to use canes but my soul and mind are not disabled. I’ve never had insecurity when it comes to being a person that has Cerebral Palsy, I have had insecurities with things that go with this such as: that my arms seem so big compared to the rest of my body for carrying my body weight for 29 years, or that my hands are covered in callouses from using canes. I mean this is what comes with having a  disabled body right? What can I do to fix it? 

I wasn’t sure how to fix those things but what I was sure was that I could prove myself and show that my body isn’t the limit of what I can do! Inside this body was a lust for all things great in this world, great conversation, great friends and great adventures. I would use my energy to focus on the good that I can do then the negativity that usually comes with how I am viewed. I have been in Mosh Pits at Rock concerts, worked on movie sets, and just signed up to run a 5k! There is nothing I can’t do! I’ve taught middle school kids and started my own business. 

   I’ve had a lot of negativity thrown my way with my body from society, peers, and relationships that has caused me to not think that a disabled body can be beautiful. Instead of thinking of my own thoughts of my body I spent most time fighting what society perceives of me more. We live in a  superficial world where people are judge based on whats on the outside. Well when they see me they think I’m not smart, or that I can’t do things, Illness repulses and people don’t want a part of that. So I’ve spend more time saying "hey my mind and soul are beautiful" and while that is the most important by far you know what my body is beautiful too! 

   People have often told me I was beautiful but I thought it was because they felt sorry for me because of my disability. My friends and family said it to me often but I never gave it much thought. I know that I am beautiful on the inside and thats truly all that ever mattered to me. I never looked in the mirror and thought “yeah I’m beautiful.”

Which is funny because I think it is essential that we create a world where people feel okay in their bodies, express themselves through their bodies, and feel comfortable navigating this world in their body, I support health at every size yet I go around covering up my own tummy and arms.  I loved the beach but I was so scared to show off so much you would never see me in a swimsuit. (look at me now! yay!) 

 I am just now learning what it means to inhabit my body. It wasn’t until I could see myself through a guy I had a relationship with that I started to see the things he loved and didn’t understand about my body, soul, and mind that it got me thinking about them as well. Having him call me beautiful causes me to now look in the mirror saying he was right I am beautiful. Him not understanding my body and ultimately ending things has made me become more in tune with who I am as a whole package. I’ve often felt insecure that I had tummy and tried to do things about it but when I started to explore yoga and work out I realized “I have no core muscle due to my Cerebral Palsy!” but that doesn’t mean I can’t work to have it! 

   Having a person show me that all of me is indeed beautiful makes it easier for me to navigate the tumultuous world we live in. My only hope is to now do that for someone else. It doesn’t happen right away. Do things that make you feel good. Try a new beauty thing, take some fun photos. Have insecurities with a part of your body? Show it off more! Don’t give it the power! One day I will lose all my insecurities and today is a step in that, next the end of all of insecurities!! 

http://www.tumblr.com/blog/kellsinlalaland

I don’t ever really feel comfortable with pictures taken of me, because of my invisible illness. I have an autoimmune disorder and I also have somatoform; a disorder in which stress and anxiety manifests into actual cuts, scrapes, bruises, and muscle spasms…. and I have an anxiety disorder on top of that. Most of the time I’m out and about, I walk around high on medicinal marijuana and I’m paranoid (from my anxiety disorder, not the weed, calm down yo) that everyone is judging me.
Several reasons for feeling judged include:
1) I go bra-less 100% of the time for the sake of my back muscles and this obviously raises some issues socially. 
2) I disassociate from my pain if I’m not medicated or from being anxious When I disassociate, I pull my arms up like a t-rex and it is super not sexy. It also makes me very anxious when I realize my arms are t-rexing of their own accord in public.
3) Because I’m always so painful, sometimes I can’t do things normal people do, like put up my hair or wear not-pajamas. I try really hard to make my sick-day comfortable clothes look like normal hippie stuff (harem pants, cardigans, long skirts, etc.) but, you can always tell that I’m a bit “lazy” looking.


4) Most of my pictures are taken from the floor. It’s hard to get good contrast from the floor. 
Things I like about my body: My hair, my organic lifestyle, my boobs since going braless, my stomach since I’ve been getting a little more active, the color of my eyes, and my modifications.
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I don’t ever really feel comfortable with pictures taken of me, because of my invisible illness. I have an autoimmune disorder and I also have somatoform; a disorder in which stress and anxiety manifests into actual cuts, scrapes, bruises, and muscle spasms…. and I have an anxiety disorder on top of that. Most of the time I’m out and about, I walk around high on medicinal marijuana and I’m paranoid (from my anxiety disorder, not the weed, calm down yo) that everyone is judging me.

Several reasons for feeling judged include:

1) I go bra-less 100% of the time for the sake of my back muscles and this obviously raises some issues socially. 

2) I disassociate from my pain if I’m not medicated or from being anxious When I disassociate, I pull my arms up like a t-rex and it is super not sexy. It also makes me very anxious when I realize my arms are t-rexing of their own accord in public.

3) Because I’m always so painful, sometimes I can’t do things normal people do, like put up my hair or wear not-pajamas. I try really hard to make my sick-day comfortable clothes look like normal hippie stuff (harem pants, cardigans, long skirts, etc.) but, you can always tell that I’m a bit “lazy” looking.

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4) Most of my pictures are taken from the floor. It’s hard to get good contrast from the floor. 

Things I like about my body: My hair, my organic lifestyle, my boobs since going braless, my stomach since I’ve been getting a little more active, the color of my eyes, and my modifications.

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TRIGGER WARNING: Some mentions of self harm
My name is Abigail, and I am 18 years old.I have always been very self conscious of my arms. Their size and shape have always bothered me. And now, after a lengthy (yet successful as of late!) battle with self harm, I have scars to add to the list of things I was self conscious about regarding my arms.
Recently, I was in a musical, and the costume required me to show my arms in all their glory. I even had to lace them up, which drew even more attention to them. I was nervous and hated the thought of everyone seeing my arms, especially noticing them giggle when I danced.
But I had an epiphany on opening night. I get to go out there and do what I love. I get to dance and sing with a cast I adore. I get to show off my talents. Those talents add to who I am as a person, the size of my arms has absolutely nothing to do with that.
I have never felt more confident in my life!
My blog is theabigaildee.tumblr.com. Feel free to check it out!
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TRIGGER WARNING: Some mentions of self harm

My name is Abigail, and I am 18 years old.

I have always been very self conscious of my arms. Their size and shape have always bothered me. And now, after a lengthy (yet successful as of late!) battle with self harm, I have scars to add to the list of things I was self conscious about regarding my arms.

Recently, I was in a musical, and the costume required me to show my arms in all their glory. I even had to lace them up, which drew even more attention to them. I was nervous and hated the thought of everyone seeing my arms, especially noticing them giggle when I danced.

But I had an epiphany on opening night. I get to go out there and do what I love. I get to dance and sing with a cast I adore. I get to show off my talents. Those talents add to who I am as a person, the size of my arms has absolutely nothing to do with that.

I have never felt more confident in my life!

My blog is theabigaildee.tumblr.com. Feel free to check it out!

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The day I graduated was one of the proudest days of my life. I’d pushed through four tough years of university, with both a physical disability and serious depression trying to drag me down, and I’d come out the other side to graduate with distinction. 
And when we were looking at the photos afterward, all my mother could say is that she wished I hadn’t gotten my hair cut, because my face looked too round in the photos.
You know what? I normally care way too much about how I look, and how other people think I look. I don’t like my looks. And I’m not good at taking criticism. But that day, I didn’t care. Because I’d achieved something fantastic, and I was proud of myself.
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The day I graduated was one of the proudest days of my life. I’d pushed through four tough years of university, with both a physical disability and serious depression trying to drag me down, and I’d come out the other side to graduate with distinction. 

And when we were looking at the photos afterward, all my mother could say is that she wished I hadn’t gotten my hair cut, because my face looked too round in the photos.

You know what? I normally care way too much about how I look, and how other people think I look. I don’t like my looks. And I’m not good at taking criticism. But that day, I didn’t care. Because I’d achieved something fantastic, and I was proud of myself.

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