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.

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TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDERS, NEGATIVE BODY IMAGE, MENTAL ILLNESS
This photo was a self-portrait I submitted as part of a project for my photography class. It was my way of getting my struggles with my body out into the open, a step along the way to recovering from an eating disorder and lifelong negative body image.
When I was a little girl, I was teased for being fat. When I hit puberty, my body shape changed, but in my mind, I was still fat, and therefore unlovable.
When I got to college, my body image (and untreated anxiety disorder) transformed into ED-NOS.
After over a year of therapy, I am learning to accept myself. I don’t love my body just yet, but I am slowly letting go of all the self-hatred I internalized through the years.
This photo is a step along in that direction. It let me take all of that toxic, internalized hatred that I had been hiding from the world, bring it out into the open, and acknowledge how absolutely ludicrous it is. 
I am not fat. But I am learning that bodies, at any size, are beautiful, whatever society says. Fat is not the insult I used to consider it to be- it is merely another adjective to describe the myriad of wonderful ways each of our bodies are unique. And I am slowly learning to accept my body for unique and beautiful shape it is.
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TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDERS, NEGATIVE BODY IMAGE, MENTAL ILLNESS

This photo was a self-portrait I submitted as part of a project for my photography class. It was my way of getting my struggles with my body out into the open, a step along the way to recovering from an eating disorder and lifelong negative body image.

When I was a little girl, I was teased for being fat. When I hit puberty, my body shape changed, but in my mind, I was still fat, and therefore unlovable.

When I got to college, my body image (and untreated anxiety disorder) transformed into ED-NOS.

After over a year of therapy, I am learning to accept myself. I don’t love my body just yet, but I am slowly letting go of all the self-hatred I internalized through the years.

This photo is a step along in that direction. It let me take all of that toxic, internalized hatred that I had been hiding from the world, bring it out into the open, and acknowledge how absolutely ludicrous it is. 

I am not fat. But I am learning that bodies, at any size, are beautiful, whatever society says. Fat is not the insult I used to consider it to be- it is merely another adjective to describe the myriad of wonderful ways each of our bodies are unique. And I am slowly learning to accept my body for unique and beautiful shape it is.

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possible trigger warnings: eating disorders, depression, self harm
There is nothing wrong with having red hair. There is nothing wrong with having pale skin.  There is nothing wrong with the length of my nose, the size of my teeth or the freckles on my face.  There is nothing wrong with being a “ginger”.  There is nothing wrong with my height. There is nothing wrong with my weight.  There is nothing wrong with the size of my boobs, the size of my butt, the size of my thighs. 
I will eat that piece of cheesecake if I want it.  I will not throw up the cheesecake after I eat it.  A bag of chips is okay to eat.  Chicken nuggets are okay to eat.  I will no longer binge and I will no longer purge.
When I’m upset, I may cry, but I will not take a blade to my arm, leg, stomach, anywhere. 
Sexual assault is not okay, but I will not think about it anymore. It’s over and done.
I will not put myself down, and I will not put others down.
I am beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way I look.
YOU are beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way YOU look.
Eating disorders will not haunt my life anymore.  Self harm will not haunt my life anymore.   My depression will continue to improve every day until the day when it’s finally gone.
This picture makes me feel confident and beautiful, and I will not try to find something I don’t like about it.
Everyone is beautiful in their own way and deserves to look in the mirror and feel happy. I hope that all of you do.
Smile, you’re beautiful :)
my tumblr:  http://mojohoejo.tumblr.com/
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possible trigger warnings: eating disorders, depression, self harm

There is nothing wrong with having red hair. There is nothing wrong with having pale skin.  There is nothing wrong with the length of my nose, the size of my teeth or the freckles on my face.  There is nothing wrong with being a “ginger”.  There is nothing wrong with my height. There is nothing wrong with my weight.  There is nothing wrong with the size of my boobs, the size of my butt, the size of my thighs. 

I will eat that piece of cheesecake if I want it.  I will not throw up the cheesecake after I eat it.  A bag of chips is okay to eat.  Chicken nuggets are okay to eat.  I will no longer binge and I will no longer purge.

When I’m upset, I may cry, but I will not take a blade to my arm, leg, stomach, anywhere. 

Sexual assault is not okay, but I will not think about it anymore. It’s over and done.

I will not put myself down, and I will not put others down.

I am beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way I look.

YOU are beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way YOU look.

Eating disorders will not haunt my life anymore.  Self harm will not haunt my life anymore.   My depression will continue to improve every day until the day when it’s finally gone.

This picture makes me feel confident and beautiful, and I will not try to find something I don’t like about it.

Everyone is beautiful in their own way and deserves to look in the mirror and feel happy. I hope that all of you do.

Smile, you’re beautiful :)

my tumblr:  http://mojohoejo.tumblr.com/

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i’ve been told countless times that i’m too pale and too big. i’m also covered in stretch marks.
this used to really bother me, actually ! i refused to wear anything but jeans or baggy sweat pants and long sleeves to cover as much skin as possible. i couldn’t have people seeing how pale i was underneath the makeup, or see the stretch marks on my hips, thighs, calves, or anywhere else ! 
i struggled for a very long time trying to lose weight. (in a very unhealthy way) when i wasnt even very big ! average, i’d say ! my weight was perfectly healthy for my age of 14.
then i gained a bit of weight. the stretch marks grew, along with my body and my state of mind. and i looked back realizing how small i really was, and how i definitely did NOT need to lose weight. and at any size, you will recieve criticism !
AND THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I REALIZED,
you’re also beautiful at any weight, or any shade, or with any number of scars.
im a very healthy active person now. and it’s not to lose weight. its to be healthy, and its because i love myself. my body is a temple and i’m going to treat it like one. no matter how it ends up looking.
BUT DAMN IS IT BEAUTIFUL. (i bet yours is too!)
check out our positive ‘treat your body right’ blog ! healthy-petals
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i’ve been told countless times that i’m too pale and too big. i’m also covered in stretch marks.

this used to really bother me, actually ! i refused to wear anything but jeans or baggy sweat pants and long sleeves to cover as much skin as possible. i couldn’t have people seeing how pale i was underneath the makeup, or see the stretch marks on my hips, thighs, calves, or anywhere else ! 

i struggled for a very long time trying to lose weight. (in a very unhealthy way) when i wasnt even very big ! average, i’d say ! my weight was perfectly healthy for my age of 14.

then i gained a bit of weight. the stretch marks grew, along with my body and my state of mind. and i looked back realizing how small i really was, and how i definitely did NOT need to lose weight. and at any size, you will recieve criticism !

AND THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I REALIZED,

you’re also beautiful at any weight, or any shade, or with any number of scars.

im a very healthy active person now. and it’s not to lose weight. its to be healthy, and its because i love myself. my body is a temple and i’m going to treat it like one. no matter how it ends up looking.

BUT DAMN IS IT BEAUTIFUL. (i bet yours is too!)

check out our positive ‘treat your body right’ blog ! healthy-petals

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TRIGGER WARNING: Eating Disorder, Bullying
Hi, I’m Emily.
I’ve been following this blog for a long time, but I have never been able to say I that I love my body before today. So here’s my story:
Before I started middle school, I was super self confident. I was positive that all the boys liked me, and that everyone wanted to be my friend. That all changed when in 6th grade, a boy called me fat. I had never once looked in the mirror and thought I was fat before, but after that day, my self hate began.
I was surrounded by girls who were naturally sticks. Whenever there was a swim party, it was unacceptable to show up in anything but a bikini, or you would be made fun of. But if you didn’t have the “right body” for the bikini, that you were pressured into wearing, you were also made fun of. It was a lose/lose situation.
From 7th to halfway through 9th grade, I dieted insanely, restricting my calories to a very unhealthy budget. I didn’t keep track of my weight loss throughout the majority of those years, but I know that I lost 20 lbs in the summer before 9th grade. I was extraordinarily frail, I stopped having my period, and was getting sick constantly because my immune system was so weak.
Everyone was telling me I needed to gain weight, but I feared it. I weighed myself every day, and if I ever gained weight, I would hate myself even more.
One day, I finally realized what I was doing to myself. Trying to stop counting calories was one of the hardest things I tried to do, but I can say that I have. A year later, I have gained back about 25 pounds.
People think it’s weird when I speak positively about gaining weight, but I see it as one of my bigger accomplishments so far in life. When I look in the mirror now, I feel more beautiful than ever. 
It goes to show you that even if you think something might be the smallest, most meaningless comment ever, it could affect a person very strongly, in a negative or positive way. 
No matter what anybody says, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! Don’t ever let anybody tell you that you aren’t. <3
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TRIGGER WARNING: Eating Disorder, Bullying

Hi, I’m Emily.

I’ve been following this blog for a long time, but I have never been able to say I that I love my body before today. So here’s my story:

Before I started middle school, I was super self confident. I was positive that all the boys liked me, and that everyone wanted to be my friend. That all changed when in 6th grade, a boy called me fat. I had never once looked in the mirror and thought I was fat before, but after that day, my self hate began.

I was surrounded by girls who were naturally sticks. Whenever there was a swim party, it was unacceptable to show up in anything but a bikini, or you would be made fun of. But if you didn’t have the “right body” for the bikini, that you were pressured into wearing, you were also made fun of. It was a lose/lose situation.

From 7th to halfway through 9th grade, I dieted insanely, restricting my calories to a very unhealthy budget. I didn’t keep track of my weight loss throughout the majority of those years, but I know that I lost 20 lbs in the summer before 9th grade. I was extraordinarily frail, I stopped having my period, and was getting sick constantly because my immune system was so weak.

Everyone was telling me I needed to gain weight, but I feared it. I weighed myself every day, and if I ever gained weight, I would hate myself even more.

One day, I finally realized what I was doing to myself. Trying to stop counting calories was one of the hardest things I tried to do, but I can say that I have. A year later, I have gained back about 25 pounds.

People think it’s weird when I speak positively about gaining weight, but I see it as one of my bigger accomplishments so far in life. When I look in the mirror now, I feel more beautiful than ever. 

It goes to show you that even if you think something might be the smallest, most meaningless comment ever, it could affect a person very strongly, in a negative or positive way. 

No matter what anybody says, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL! Don’t ever let anybody tell you that you aren’t. <3

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[This is a almost direct copy from my tumblr]
This is my third or forth post to stophatingyourbody but it&#8217;s my first showing who I really am.
My name is Aubriana and I&#8217;ll be 17 in August. I am aware that my face looks a little odd because of the lighting and that my roots needed a serious touch up (which I look care of today). But that’s beside the point. My outfit in the point of this post. I wear a size 7 because my hips, tummy, and butt grew in size after recovering from anorexia. I used to be a size 3 but you know what? That didn’t matter yesterday. See that little tiny bit of chub showing because of the way my shirt is tied up? I was totally cool with that. I went out feeling cute as could be. 
I&#8217;ve actually been wearing many things that show off more skin because I&#8217;m starting to feel more comfortable with myself. It feels so empowering. ♥
Though I do go to the gym, it’s not necessarily to shrink. I no longer go to the gym because I hate the way my body looks. I go because it helps me feel good physically and helps me mentally as well. I work my tummy/hips to make them tone up a little more but I work my thighs and butt to make them bigger. I like the way the lower half of me jiggles. I think it’s sexy. 
Jiggle on, my dears. ♥
You’re all beautiful little creations. ♥
Feel free to follow my body-positive tumblr:
http://imperfectdiaries.tumblr.com/

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[This is a almost direct copy from my tumblr]

This is my third or forth post to stophatingyourbody but it’s my first showing who I really am.

My name is Aubriana and I’ll be 17 in August. I am aware that my face looks a little odd because of the lighting and that my roots needed a serious touch up (which I look care of today). But that’s beside the point. My outfit in the point of this post. I wear a size 7 because my hips, tummy, and butt grew in size after recovering from anorexia. I used to be a size 3 but you know what? That didn’t matter yesterday. See that little tiny bit of chub showing because of the way my shirt is tied up? I was totally cool with that. I went out feeling cute as could be. 

I’ve actually been wearing many things that show off more skin because I’m starting to feel more comfortable with myself. It feels so empowering. ♥

Though I do go to the gym, it’s not necessarily to shrink. I no longer go to the gym because I hate the way my body looks. I go because it helps me feel good physically and helps me mentally as well. I work my tummy/hips to make them tone up a little more but I work my thighs and butt to make them bigger. I like the way the lower half of me jiggles. I think it’s sexy.

Jiggle on, my dears. ♥

You’re all beautiful little creations. ♥

Feel free to follow my body-positive tumblr:

http://imperfectdiaries.tumblr.com/

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Good day, wonderful people!I submitted to Stop Hating Your Body back in October, when I noticed all the stress and self-hate issues were causing a physical ED relapse. You all sent so much positivity my way &amp; i was so grateful. Everyone on this blog&#8212; from the admins to the followers&#8212; is lovely!I&#8217;m sorry to bother y&#8217;all with more awkward ramblings now, ten months later, but things are just so different. Since October, I&#8217;ve up-and-downed in weight enough to be able to fit into my old ED clothes. I took laxatives as a purging tool for a bit. I once nearly overdosed on water weight pills, taking 5 at once (ugh..), and got to the point I lost my gag reflex from vomiting so very much. It&#8217;d be cool to say that things got better on their own or even due to some big epiphany, but that&#8217;d be a lie. They got better because of friends&#8217; love and support. I still have trouble eating. I still mislike what I see in the mirror. But there are definitely days where I look at myself and though the face/body staring back remind me of all the negativity I&#8217;ve dealt with during these short twenty years, I also see my dad&#8217;s handsome features&#8230; the face and lips my Love so tenderly kisses&#8230; the arms and shoulders that have supported my loved ones when they were down&#8230; the sick shock of bleached bands on my forehead in homage to the X-Men&#8217;s Rogue, and the wide array of other weird things that make me who I am. And sometimes, that&#8217;s not so bad.&#160;: ) After learning to deal better with the physical issues, I&#8217;m learning to deal with all the garbage that caused them.  Things will continue to get better&#8230; for me andddd for all of y&#8217;all. I&#8217;m sorry if any of this sounds preachy. Rock it out everyone &lt;3 Embrace all the awesome in your bones.
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Good day, wonderful people!
I submitted to Stop Hating Your Body back in October, when I noticed all the stress and self-hate issues were causing a physical ED relapse. You all sent so much positivity my way & i was so grateful. Everyone on this blog— from the admins to the followers— is lovely!

I’m sorry to bother y’all with more awkward ramblings now, ten months later, but things are just so different. Since October, I’ve up-and-downed in weight enough to be able to fit into my old ED clothes. I took laxatives as a purging tool for a bit. I once nearly overdosed on water weight pills, taking 5 at once (ugh..), and got to the point I lost my gag reflex from vomiting so very much.

It’d be cool to say that things got better on their own or even due to some big epiphany, but that’d be a lie. They got better because of friends’ love and support. I still have trouble eating. I still mislike what I see in the mirror. But there are definitely days where I look at myself and though the face/body staring back remind me of all the negativity I’ve dealt with during these short twenty years, I also see my dad’s handsome features… the face and lips my Love so tenderly kisses… the arms and shoulders that have supported my loved ones when they were down… the sick shock of bleached bands on my forehead in homage to the X-Men’s Rogue, and the wide array of other weird things that make me who I am. And sometimes, that’s not so bad. : )

After learning to deal better with the physical issues, I’m learning to deal with all the garbage that caused them.  Things will continue to get better… for me andddd for all of y’all.

I’m sorry if any of this sounds preachy.

Rock it out everyone <3 Embrace all the awesome in your bones.

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Trigger Warning: Addiction, Eating Disorder, Depression, Suicide

First time submitting.

I am a recovering addict. I struggled with heavy meth and coke use for years and ended up gaining and losing a lot of weight. When I sobered up I gained over a hundred pounds, and then came the stretch marks. I was embarrassed after having been thin my whole life. I went from 110 to 228 in 6 months. Yet I KNEW, I knew that this was momentary. I started to lose weight in a very unhealthy manner. I started starving myself and working out in extreme conditions. I ended up developing an eating disorder because my body was no longer use to eating, and I rarely felt hunger. It has been 6 years, and I am no longer embarrassed of my stretch marks. I have them on my arms, stomach, lower back, and legs. I wear them with pride now, I survived, and I continue to survive. I still struggle with trying to eat correctly, but I get up every morning knowing I’m alive. I attempted suicide after I sobered up because of the shame of my body and the depression that came with it. I survived. I now struggle with keeping weight on. I will never give up. This is a promise I made to myself. AND I WILL KEEP THIS PROMISE!

I look in the mirror now, and I’m happy with what I see. It’s an everyday struggle, but every struggle is just a learning experience.

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Trigger Warning: Addiction, Eating Disorder, Depression, Suicide

First time submitting.

I am a recovering addict. I struggled with heavy meth and coke use for years and ended up gaining and losing a lot of weight. When I sobered up I gained over a hundred pounds, and then came the stretch marks. I was embarrassed after having been thin my whole life. I went from 110 to 228 in 6 months. Yet I KNEW, I knew that this was momentary. I started to lose weight in a very unhealthy manner. I started starving myself and working out in extreme conditions. I ended up developing an eating disorder because my body was no longer use to eating, and I rarely felt hunger. It has been 6 years, and I am no longer embarrassed of my stretch marks. I have them on my arms, stomach, lower back, and legs. I wear them with pride now, I survived, and I continue to survive. I still struggle with trying to eat correctly, but I get up every morning knowing I’m alive. I attempted suicide after I sobered up because of the shame of my body and the depression that came with it. I survived. I now struggle with keeping weight on. I will never give up. This is a promise I made to myself. AND I WILL KEEP THIS PROMISE!

I look in the mirror now, and I’m happy with what I see. It’s an everyday struggle, but every struggle is just a learning experience.

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This is my body, I&#8217;m mostly insecure about my giant thighs. For my entire life I&#8217;ve had people tell me to lose weight and to improve my body in they way they wanted me to. I will never forget the time in 6th grade after 2 years of bullying for lots of reasons, including my weight, when a bunch of boys shoved twinkies in my face and told me to &#8220;get my fat ass to  hell&#8221; and I ran in the bathroom and made myself throw up for the first time which started up a vicious bulimic cycle that lasted for 2 years. It took me about a year and a half to go out in public not wearing baggy clothes. The first day I got the confidence to wear short shorts in 7th grade I was shot down again by another group of boys teasing me for an entire hour telling me to cover up my &#8220;disgusting legs&#8221; and to &#8220;wear some pants&#8221; and made gagging noises. It took me another 6 months to wear something tight fitting or short again. Now, this year I&#8217;ve been shot down multiple times in more subtle ways by a shit load of people, and you know how I responded? I didn&#8217;t give one fuck and showed up the next day in something shorter and tighter to say &#8220;fuck you I&#8217;m fabulous the way I am&#8221; and have decided that even though I&#8217;m on a diet, I will never be ashamed of my body again.
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This is my body, I’m mostly insecure about my giant thighs. For my entire life I’ve had people tell me to lose weight and to improve my body in they way they wanted me to. I will never forget the time in 6th grade after 2 years of bullying for lots of reasons, including my weight, when a bunch of boys shoved twinkies in my face and told me to “get my fat ass to  hell” and I ran in the bathroom and made myself throw up for the first time which started up a vicious bulimic cycle that lasted for 2 years. It took me about a year and a half to go out in public not wearing baggy clothes. The first day I got the confidence to wear short shorts in 7th grade I was shot down again by another group of boys teasing me for an entire hour telling me to cover up my “disgusting legs” and to “wear some pants” and made gagging noises. It took me another 6 months to wear something tight fitting or short again. Now, this year I’ve been shot down multiple times in more subtle ways by a shit load of people, and you know how I responded? I didn’t give one fuck and showed up the next day in something shorter and tighter to say “fuck you I’m fabulous the way I am” and have decided that even though I’m on a diet, I will never be ashamed of my body again.

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Trigger warning: eating disorder, bullying, low self-esteem
I&#8217;m including my url this time because I want to own this post. I haven&#8217;t really changed in terms of build since I last submitted, just lost about 15 lbs. I think that means that the toxins from eating non-food items and junk food were leaving my body, but I can&#8217;t be sure.
I have, however, completely stopped eating plastic and paper. I don&#8217;t even miss it all that much, the habit wasn&#8217;t a part of me, it was just born of anxiety. I&#8217;ve slowed the sugar-binge/caffeine purge cycle to a more even keel now, and I&#8217;m holding out a lot of hope that I can break that habit soon, too.
I&#8217;ve been trying to build healthier habits, like drinking enough water every day and working out a few times a week. I never would have thought I could walk four miles without difficulty, but along with gaining fat, I&#8217;ve gained muscle. I feel much more vital since taking responsibility for my eating habits.
Thanks to the SHYB campaign, I not only feel like I&#8217;m capable of escaping the bad feelings that led to my eating disorder; I feel like I&#8217;m joined by a lot of really positive, beautiful people.
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Trigger warning: eating disorder, bullying, low self-esteem

I’m including my url this time because I want to own this post. I haven’t really changed in terms of build since I last submitted, just lost about 15 lbs. I think that means that the toxins from eating non-food items and junk food were leaving my body, but I can’t be sure.

I have, however, completely stopped eating plastic and paper. I don’t even miss it all that much, the habit wasn’t a part of me, it was just born of anxiety. I’ve slowed the sugar-binge/caffeine purge cycle to a more even keel now, and I’m holding out a lot of hope that I can break that habit soon, too.

I’ve been trying to build healthier habits, like drinking enough water every day and working out a few times a week. I never would have thought I could walk four miles without difficulty, but along with gaining fat, I’ve gained muscle. I feel much more vital since taking responsibility for my eating habits.

Thanks to the SHYB campaign, I not only feel like I’m capable of escaping the bad feelings that led to my eating disorder; I feel like I’m joined by a lot of really positive, beautiful people.

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trigger warning: mentions of eating disorder
hi! im Karlie, I&#8217;m fourteen years old and I&#8217;ll be 15 in eleven days :)
the first time i probably started to feel bad about my &#8220;chub&#8221; was two years ago. i had a really obsessive crush on this boy since i was about 10, and two years ago at age 12 we were at a pool party. this boy who i really really liked flat out called me fat. it stirred inside of me for so long, making me angry and hurt and embarrassed. i wasn&#8217;t fat by any means- i simply had some extra stuff on my tummy. but it made me so upset. my older sister is now 22 and shes struggled with bulimia for seven long years, her problems have in fact tortured my entire family. i always secretly wanted to try and starve myself, i know that sounds odd but i thought it seemed so easy to just quit eating for a little while, lose that stubborn few lbs that always plagued me, and then go back to normal. but fortunately, with my knowledge from my sister, perhaps knowledge that was wise beyond my years, i decided not to start down such a dangerous path. so like any other teenager, i still get insecure. i have a bit of a muffin top and my thighs don&#8217;t have a gap separating them and my hip bones aren&#8217;t prominent. but that&#8217;s ok. I&#8217;m not going to ruin myself because i don&#8217;t look like a model. Sometimes it&#8217;s hard because my best friend ever is model skinny. She has a great thigh gap and an awesomely flat tummy and she&#8217;s very tall. It can be hard standing beside her at the beach, knowing she has the cruel society&#8217;s definition of a &#8220;perfect&#8221; body, and to the world I am not impressive. The thought also manages to work itself into my head every now and then about girls who are obviously skinnier and who refer to themselves as fat, I wonder, if they think THEY are fat, what could they possibly think of me? Because I don&#8217;t think I&#8217;m fat, but surely they do! But I cant let myself think that way, and neither can you. In the end I cant let myself care about old crushes or mean girls or stupid society. Comparison is the greatest thief of joy. Don&#8217;t mope because you don&#8217;t have a flat belly, rejoice because your alive and well and fed. Not to be cliche, but you really do ONLY live one time. Dont waste it crying about squishy thighs.

In the end, I am ME. And that&#8217;s all I can offer. I cannot be Miranda Kerr, I cannot be a predictable &#8220;tumblr girl&#8221;, I cannot be my slim best friend, I can only be me. So I might as well be happy. :-)
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trigger warning: mentions of eating disorder

hi! im Karlie, I’m fourteen years old and I’ll be 15 in eleven days :)

the first time i probably started to feel bad about my “chub” was two years ago. i had a really obsessive crush on this boy since i was about 10, and two years ago at age 12 we were at a pool party. this boy who i really really liked flat out called me fat. it stirred inside of me for so long, making me angry and hurt and embarrassed. i wasn’t fat by any means- i simply had some extra stuff on my tummy. but it made me so upset. my older sister is now 22 and shes struggled with bulimia for seven long years, her problems have in fact tortured my entire family. i always secretly wanted to try and starve myself, i know that sounds odd but i thought it seemed so easy to just quit eating for a little while, lose that stubborn few lbs that always plagued me, and then go back to normal. but fortunately, with my knowledge from my sister, perhaps knowledge that was wise beyond my years, i decided not to start down such a dangerous path. so like any other teenager, i still get insecure. i have a bit of a muffin top and my thighs don’t have a gap separating them and my hip bones aren’t prominent. but that’s ok. I’m not going to ruin myself because i don’t look like a model. Sometimes it’s hard because my best friend ever is model skinny. She has a great thigh gap and an awesomely flat tummy and she’s very tall. It can be hard standing beside her at the beach, knowing she has the cruel society’s definition of a “perfect” body, and to the world I am not impressive. The thought also manages to work itself into my head every now and then about girls who are obviously skinnier and who refer to themselves as fat, I wonder, if they think THEY are fat, what could they possibly think of me? Because I don’t think I’m fat, but surely they do! But I cant let myself think that way, and neither can you. In the end I cant let myself care about old crushes or mean girls or stupid society. Comparison is the greatest thief of joy. Don’t mope because you don’t have a flat belly, rejoice because your alive and well and fed. Not to be cliche, but you really do ONLY live one time. Dont waste it crying about squishy thighs.

In the end, I am ME. And that’s all I can offer. I cannot be Miranda Kerr, I cannot be a predictable “tumblr girl”, I cannot be my slim best friend, I can only be me. So I might as well be happy. :-)

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