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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.
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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’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.
a wheelie day at the beach!!
(as neat as this chair looks, it actually kind of sucked, lol. The tires were partially deflated and so it wouldn’t roll worth a damn. D pushed me as far as he could, and then I stood up and used it as a walker. Accessibility fail! Once I got close to the water it was amazing though :) It gave me a nice seat for a beautiful view!)
Before going on vacation I experienced a lot of mixed emotions. I was DELIGHTED at the idea of a beach-accessible wheelchair, but I was incredibly anxious on the body-image front…
You see, sitting is not a very flattering position for anyone, especially someone with a belly like mine ;) and the idea of having every single vacation photo (including swimsuit shots) at that angle scared the daylights out of me, I found my self-consciousness over my body overshadowing my positive experiences and excitement.
Then, I decided that was not okay.
I told my husband to go ahead and take pictures, and not to worry about avoiding double-chins and visible-belly-outlines; I told him, instead, to try to capture my joy and love of the ocean.
As a result, I now have gorgeous photographs, taken by my talented spouse, that capture my amazing experience.
Who cares if I might look fat??
Take care of yourselves this summer, lovelies. and like Amber always says- remember that any body is a “beach body”! :)
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I am so glad that I can spread my body positive message through Tumblr AND Etsy; thank you for helping me get the word out and for supporting this disabled artist ;)
Take care, lovelies!
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!
Second time submitting, just wanted to say that I beat cancer and am doin okay!
When I see this picture I can see how exhausted I am.
I can see that I hurt.
I can see the dark circles and bags under my eyes.
I can see the unwashed, tangled, hair.
I can see my first wrinkles.
I can also see what a damn FIGHTER I am.
I can see the half-smile.
The determination to push through and find humor and positivity.
I can see that I look different now, but I can see that being battle-worn is nothing to be ashamed of.
I am strong. I am brave. I am still beautiful.
It took becoming disabled and very sick for me to learn to love my body.
That may sound strange, but I learned the hard way that hating and attacking myself was counter-productive.
2011 was a rough year for me. My health was failing, my physical abilities were diminishing, my life was turned upside down, and every instinct inside of me was screaming self-destruction. I tried to end my life in January of 2012, after about a year of waging war with my newly disabled body. The moment I woke up from the coma I realized I had to change.
Everything had to change.
I changed the way I talked to myself, I changed patterns of hateful thoughts, I changed the way I expressed myself in my relationships, I changed the way I approached my conditions, I changed the way I looked at health and beauty and worthiness.
I started treating myself with gentleness and patience. I began to approach my sick and crippled body with love and concern.
Since the suicide attempt, my health has only gotten worse. I am now looking at a diagnosis of a serious and degenerative brain disorder, which means that my life is going to continue to change and my body is going to continue to fail.
This also means that I have to work even harder to love and accept myself.
My journey is not over, it never will be, but I am SO grateful for all that I have learned this past year. Especially for the amazing Stop Hating Your Body community, and how you have encouraged and inspired me along the way.
Thank you for your support, and for the incredible work you are all doing on your own paths to self acceptance.
Stay strong, lovelies!
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!
This is the body of a 21 year old woman with an invisible illness/disability called Cystic Fibrosis.
Since I was a child I have struggled with depression, self harm, anxiety, and my disease. I began cutting myself when I was 11 years old and am now a month clean of it, the longest I’ve gone since I was 11 was a whole 6 months. I’ve never felt normal or good enough. I didn’t start growing boobs until I was about 15/16 and didn’t have a waist until just this past year. I’ve always felt uncomfortable in my own skin. For a long time I thought I was should have been a born a boy.
My periods are exceedingly irregular because of the fact that I am -usually- malnourished, and once I went an entire 7 months without a period. In addition to that, because I am always on antibiotics I have chronic yeast infections. It’s gotten to the point where I sometimes wish I didn’t have a vagina, I just cry and scream in pain from the yeast infections. And I often feel as though I’m not good enough for my boyfriend because he could find some normal healthy girl who didn’t have these problems and could actually regularly have sex with him. My disease causes bloating in the abdominal region, and there has been numerous times people have asked me when I was due (as in they thought I was having a baby) because of the bloating of my stomach. Many people with Cystic Fibrosis, including myself are what they call barrel chested, which means your rib cage is a bit more round than others, which has always caused me to wear over shirts and hoodies to hide it.
I have also a port a cath in the right wall of my chest that people always assume is some sort of deformity, because society thinks only people with cancer have port a caths.
This picture I’m showing you is the first one I’ve ever seen of my body that I was happy with. I am 4’10”, and t the time of this picture, I was at a really low weight for myself of 97 lbs. I’m now up to a much healthier 120, and I’m having a really hard time looking at my body in the mirror again, because it just doesn’t seem to look right to me, I know it was an unhealthy weight, but I was finally happy with what my body physically looked like.
But my main reason for posting this is that THIS is what an invisible illness/disability can look like and that I think a woman with an invisible illness can be both attractive and sexy, regardless of what society tells them. I look like an average everday run of the mill person (well mostly). But there are days I can’t get out of bed, shower, do anything. I have to take MANY MANY medications and treatments each day to keep my lungs, pancreas, and liver working. There are days where I can’t get dressed on my own because my hands are so swollen and painful I cry when I try to move them.
This is me. This is the body God gave me. And I’m proud of it, flaws and all. It may not be a perfect body, and I may want to just give up because of all the struggles it gives me sometimes, but I’m learning to love it. A year ago I’d never publicly talk about my disease like this, let alone show a picture of my body like this. Tumblr, The CF community on here and Stop Hating Your Body have been big factors in my increased self confidence. So thank you! And I hope this helped someone else with similar body image issues.
And if you want to learn more about Cystic Fibrosis, check out CFF.ORG or my health blog at prettyclavicles.blogspot.com
This is me with one of my idols, Dylan Saunders from Team Starkid.
My name is Katie and last year I was diagnosed with a pretty serious and chronic brain condition. This picture was taken about two months after I was diagnosed.
Since my diagnosis, I have gotten progressively worse and have gone through quite a bit of depression because of it. I didn’t understand why I had this condition and wasn’t able to do the things my friends did because I wasn’t as healthy as they were. But I slowly started to realize that this is a part of who I am now and I need to learn to accept that or I will never be happy with myself.
It’s been a long process, but I am getting there and have learned that just because I have a disability, I don’t have to let that disability define me. I still have days where I’m mad that I have to deal with this condition, but they are becoming fewer and farther between. :)
If anyone has any questions or wants to talk, hit me up at my blogs!
Main blog: http://timeloronbakerstreet.tumblr.com
Where I blog about my health progress: http://timelordonchiaristreet.tumblr.com
I just want to write a quick note to introduce myself again, and to thank all of you for the warm welcome I have received!
You have been so kind, and have made my first few weeks on the “job” a breeze. :)
(my primary blog, which I never use, is WheelieintheKitchen, so any likes, replies, or follows show up under that name, FYI)
I am a full time student, majoring in social work and political science, and my husband and I run a little Etsy shop, The Paper Poppy Store.
I live in Utah with my husband of almost 2 years, my service dog, Cash puppy, a chihuahua, and 3 cats!
I have been disabled since July of 2010, and started WheelieWifee one year ago in an attempt to find some support in dealing with the major life changes that followed my injury.
StopHatingYourBody was the FIRST blog I followed, and Amber was the first person who followed me. This site has helped me SO much in my journey, I am absolutely delighted to be a part of it now!
Please let me know if you have any questions, or just stop by to introduce yourself! I am excited to get to know each of you: