Posts tagged disability
Posts tagged disability
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.
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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!!
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.
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!
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!
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.
I’ve been in a wheelchair my entire life. Most people think the hardest part of being in one is not being able to walk, to run, to dance. But for me, it’s always been the fact that no matter what, I will never have a body that society deems beautiful.
My disabled body is BEAUTIFUL.
When I was sixteen years old, I was diagnosed with a chronic pain disorder, and for the past six years it has gotten gradually worse, going from something that caused discomfort to something that caused severe pain as well as a whole assortment of other not-so-fun side effects.
Somewhere between my diagnosis and now, I started hating my body. I had spent years on diets, having never been happy with it to begin with, but I began to learn a new lesson: it is hard to love your body when it is at war with itself.
I’ve recently began to rethink my relationship with my body, and I’ve come to one major conclusion: my body is on my side. I can hate the disorder that has done this to me, but my body and I are fighting these battles together, so I shouldn’t hate it.
I’m disabled. But that doesn’t change the fact that I am gorgeous.
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.
In my life so far, I have felt the pressure from society to be thinner. I tried to deny my curves, and constantly felt bad about my body. In the last year or so, I have started to pay attention to all the wonderful things my body is capable of. I have a chronic illness (fibromyalgia) and I needed to stop looking at my body as a size/number and see it as a magnificient piece of machinery. It is absolutely crazy that we can do all we can do with our bodies, and through that fact I have come to love myself. I am a one of a kind piece of art, and I will not let society dictate how I should feel about all the magical things my body is capable of. Society keeps girls depressed and upset about their bodies so they will not fulfill their full potential.
To everyone out there, your body is an amazing thing. Focus on the things it is good at (mentally, emotionally, physically) and stop focusing on what it looks like to an outsider.
I mean, you only get one life and one body that is yours. Don’t let someone else’s ignorance dictate your life.
My name is Fallon. I took this picture the other night of my new tattoos. My right wrist has a Disney Princess crown on it with a cross in the middle.It says princess. My left wrist has a butterfly. There’s a treble clef in the body of the butterfly and it says beautiful. I wrote my poem Princess in 2009 about what it means to be a daughter of Christ. I have Cerebral Palsy and have never been happy with my body. When I was a teenager, I developed an eating disorder. Various experiences taught me I was absolutely worthless, but Jesus is teaching me I’m his beautiful princess and every day I’m closer to believing it. Praise God!
"You’re and athlete?"
Hi, my name is Rose and it doesn’t look like much, but posting a picture of my stomach here was a harder for me to do than I thought. It’s the strength and beauty of everyone here that helped me to do so.
I have a condition known as IC (interstitial cystitis), it’s not particularly well known yet there is no “cure”. It is a painful bladder condition, which limits what I can do every day; it causes me to desperately need the bathroom most of the time (with no relief) and basically follows the symptoms of having a constant debilitating UTI. I am only 19 so being diagnosed was hard for me to get my head around, knowing I will spend a large portion of my time ensuring I get to the bathroom on time and drink enough water and take my pain pills. But the biggest thing for me was telling other people who couldn’t empathize that I have a bladder condition, the most common reaction being. "Isn’t that like, for old people?" or "Eww gross! Do you have to wear diapers?"…the answer to that would be “So what if I did!” It used to make me angry how I couldn’t feel comfortable in my own skin, now I know just because I am different doesn’t mean I’m a freak.
Things looked up for my IC after I found running, it makes me feel better and although I may not look like an athlete, I am a runner, and I am a lover of health. I don’t believe you have to be a certain size, or shape to enjoy being healthy, I have seen “skinny” healthy people and “big” healthy people (I put myself somewhere in between); the most important characteristic we all share is happiness. Who are we to define health as a certain weight or lifestyle? People say that I can’t do things or to “Just manage the best you can”. I told them I was sick of “managing”… so I started living. I joined cross country and now I compete on the team, living everyday and not letting what others say get me down.
When people see my body they often seem surprised and say “Doesn’t running make you super skinny” or “for a runner you’re quite chunky”. I am not ashamed to say that, yes my abs are soft and smooth, but they do their job! I am proud of my strong thighs, as they can carry me 8 miles. I am proud of my calves that are thick and muscular, because they let me run every day. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
From birth we should be told “You are beautiful”…not “Where is your thigh gap?” To everyone who struggles, we should unite and worship our bodies for the beautiful creations they are, be who you want as long as you are happy.
Our bodies are not as some would say “perfect”, but they are perfectly unique.
Second time submitting, just wanted to say that I beat cancer and am doin okay!
This is a picture that triggers me tremendously. It was taken at a dinner where I was having a good body-image day. When I saw how I looked in the photos, though, I felt so much self-hatred because of the way I felt about my body’s size and shape that I ended up self-harming. I have a history with eating disorders, and have turned to binge eating after struggling with and recovering from anorexia. I also have health problems that have made me gain weight and have given me scars, problem skin, and hair loss. All of these things have hurt my self-esteem and have made me feel depressed. I’ve struggled with suicidal thoughts recently because of how I feel about my body.
But I have realized that I am worthy of love no matter what my size. I deserve to eat and to be treated kindly whether I am thin or not, healthy or not, “pretty” or not. My self hatred is only going to hurt my recovery from my eating disorder and my treatment of my illness. So I intend to get help, and I resolve to treat myself with the kindness I would show others like me.
The problem isn’t our bodies, but what society tells us about them and how we think about them. We can change that! <3
TRIGGER WARNING: OCD, FEARS PERTAINING TO STDS, INCEST AND INTRUSIVE THOUGHTs. TRIGGER WARNING ALSO FOR DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS
Hi my name is Kat and Im currently a college student in New York. I’m not so sure how to begin so I guess I’ll just jump right in: I struggle with OCD, depression and self harm and on top of all that I have a disability. My walker can be seen in the above picture (with my awesome cup holder of course). I’ve always been insecure about my disability and from a young age I always felt I was ugly because of it. I thought I would never find a boyfriend and that no one could ever love me (even my mother gave me up). Time went by and I decided to just accept it because it’s who I am. At age 14-15 I started cutting and skipping meals. The stress of high school became to much for me and I wanted out: I wanted to die. My suicidal thoughts also began at this age.
At 16 I began experience, what I know now to be, my first OCD symptoms. I began obsessively memorizing dates and times of things, obsessively trying to remember all details of things and always trying to make new “memories.” I was obsessed with time and memories because I was so scared of passing my teenage years by …. I needed control of my life and I felt that memories made up my life. I simply thought this was a really really really bad “quarter life crisis” so to speak and didn’t get diagnosed with OCD till I was 18
My OCD symptoms got out of control by then and I wasn’t coping to well with my depression either. I was overly afraid of STDS (i.e. from touching /hugging people etc.) and I couldn’t function because of it. I also had nasty intrusive thoughts about incest and other disgusting things that made me cringe.( sorry I thought I’d be able to go into more detail but I can’t :/ )
I am now currently on medication for my OCD and depression and I’m coping SO MUCH BETTER because of it . I still have my ups and downs but all in life has gotten so much better. As for my disability I have grown to not just accept it but EMBRACE IT and do disability modeling to show how beautiful my body is
Follow my personal blog to here more about me: InternetR0yalty.tumblr.com
Believe in Yourself
Never a truer word has been spoken.
Trigger Warning: Surgery, Hospitalisation
It’s taken me a long time to be able to believe in myself. But I’m slowly getting there. The amount of trauma my body has been through including 5 major operations and counting, numerous hospital trips and hospitalisations, chronic illness, disabling conditions… Yet despite all this, it’s come out fighting… It’s a little worse for wear… But it carries on and proves to me that I should have faith in my abilities despite everything that holds me back.
It proves to me that I can do anything!
So to everyone on SHYB - Believe in Yourself!