Posts tagged face
Posts tagged face
Hello, I’m Lizzy :) I am 19 years old.
I became a bulimic at the end of the 6th grade. I was fairly chunky all throughout elementary, and by the time I hit 6th grade, I grew much taller and got thin. It was a new feeling, and I NEVER wanted it to go away. I stopped getting called chunky, felt better about myself, and boys started noticing me. Throwing up other day didn’t seem THAT bad. It made me feel good, so why not, right? But every other day turned into every meal. It was uncontrollable, and I became addicted to staying skinny.
One morning I awoke with the worst stomach ache. I couldn’t eat and my stool (not to be all gross) was bloodied. I immediately went to the hospital. They found that I had ulcers. Bulimia is a cause to this, and in my case, was. Although I looked good, I was destroying my body. I told myself, ” I don’t want to be like this anymore. I need help.”
At first I went to see a counselor, but that didn’t help. I went to see 3 others, and again, I was still in my same state.
With time, I learned that I , myself, am the only one who can pull myself out of this, and I DID. It was hard, don’t get me wrong, but with motivation and the want to have a normal life, I made it through. Don’t let people’s judgments and hatred get the best of you, because you will never succeed if you do. Believe in yourself. LOVE YOURSELF. And know that you are BEAUTIFUL.Surround yourself by good people, and genuine family and friends.
For those who suffer from bulimia, I know it’s hard to fit in society if you’re not a certain size, especially with these stick thin models, but you’re beautiful and in the long run, you are only harming the body God has given you. Flaunt your curves. Shake that ass. Look at yourself in the mirror and just be like “DAMN, I LOOK GOOD.” Because I am sure you do, and I won’t be the only person who agrees. And if you need help, get it. It is out there. Don’t let this take over your life. Talk to someone. I’m always all ears if you ever just need someone to vent to! :)
And today, I proudly say I have been bulimia-free for 5 years (and still going). I love food. I love my body. I got some junk in the trunk, but hey, I flaunt it and appreciate that I actually have one lol. ( I COULD USE TO BOOBS TOO). I am happy to not have to run to the bathroom all the time and not feel guilty about eating. YOU SHOULDN’T EITHER.
Start today. Love yourself. Take care of your body. And don’t let bulimia control your life. Take that cheeseburger, eat it, and go on a run! You will be so much happier in the end.
Hey :) I posted before and got a lot of positivity and love from others, so I thought I owed you an update. I’ve officially been in ED recovery for 9 months now and I really am so much happier. I originally gained slowly, but nowadays I couldn’t say how much I weigh nor do I care. I believe it was 100% more to do with positive mentality & body image rather than physically eating more. I have lovely positive people around me as apposed to struggling to keep my head above water. I still have off days but I have the support available to me so there is no need to cry and starve as I would have before. It sounds drastic but my advice would be to find what works for you in terms of making you feel better and cling to it, do whatever you can as long as it’s healthy. I have found that taking empowering pictures, dressing up, looking in the mirror, making a list of goals, reading, writing and looking at the wonderful tumblrs of body positive blogs very helpful in getting through some horrible feelings.
I really hope everyone can eventually be at peace with themselves. :)
Hiya guys! Last time I submitted to the blog was roughly more than a year and a half ago, in which I was pretty much 99% naked, save for my boxers. I did so, and I make a habit of submitting to the blog, for two reasons. Reason number one being that I can completely and fully understand feeling insecure about how you look. And two is to set an example for my followers.
Whereas my last picture I was what those in the politically scientific field refer to as “Nakey” and displaying it (somewhat) proudly, this is myself dressed as my best. And you know what, I feel pretty darn handsome. I encourage you all to not only accept and love your body and your appearance. But if you’re finding it a bit hard sometimes, do something that makes you feel handsome/beautiful/snazzy/like a cool cat. Feel comfortable, compliment the view of yourself all you want, remind yourself of how awesome you are, no matter how you need to accomplish this!
I never thought I would submit something like this but here we go. The first picture is of me this morning, no make up and nothing done to my hair. The second picture was 2 weeks ago. All done up, like I normally am. There is nothing wrong with either picture, but it is more acceptable for me to go out looking like I do in the second picture. All my life I have been bullied and put down for simply being bigger than a lot of my peers, I’m curvy and I am okay with that. I could afford to lose some weight and that is what I am working on at the moment but I still find myself to be pretty. A lot of people don’t. Why should I change myself and conform to these ridiculous standards just because society isn’t ready to accept that everyone is different and beautiful? I want to be accepted for me and not have my life options, clothing options, and insurance, jeopardized because I am plus-sized. I am only a freshman and I already see the judgment in everyones eyes as I leave the house and go anywhere. A lot of people think I’m just lazy, but im not. I was always bigger but no one cares, All they care about are there own feelings. BE who you are comfortable being and if you change, do it for yourself, not some random strangers who dont understand the concept of inner beauty. I am done feeding into the socialized concept of outer beauty. I am beautiful because of my personality, and wieght and having some pimples on my face are not going to change that. I will not let it, I refuse to lay down and be walked all over anymore, it is time for me to stand up for what I believe in.
TW: ED, Depression, Anxiety.
Hi! My name is Hailey, and at the age of 10, I began I diet, because I’d had enough of bullies calling me fat and ugly. But eventually, that diet went too far, and I had lost 20 kilos in just 2 months.I got diagnosed with anorexia nervosa not long later, as well as depression, anxiety and OCD. All of this only by the young age of eleven. But now, a few years later, I am recovering. I still have days where I feel bad about myself, or a tad guilty after eating, but then I have more good days where I am very optimistic. I am happy, positive, and love myself. And you all should too! You were born a beautiful individual! :)
I’ve followed this blog for quite a while now, and I honestly do think this is an absolutely incredible blog/idea. I’ve followed the stories of many of you, and I think all of you are incredible, courageous and full of life. And I’m not just saying this to be sympathetic towards you. It’s true, and you are the reason behind so many people’s smiles. including mine. I’ve been so scared, and nervous posting on this blog because I felt like I would be judged and teased. But, I see how positive everyone is here, and how incredible everyone is here, so I left that fear today, and I wanted to post something after such a long time. I’ve finally got the courage. all thanks to you all all.
My Story: I’ve struggled from bulimia, heart problems, and well being overweight. I always belittled myself, every time I took a picture, I had to take a thousand of them just to find one that looked average, and I’m sure many other people have done this. But regardless, I hated my body, my face, my everything. I didn’t think that I’d ever see myself as beautiful. I was the ugliest friend, and in every group picture it showed. Being bulimic never helped either, it just brought me down even more. I tried finding happiness in things I actually enjoyed instead of putting myself down, like baking or dancing. But one day it got so hard, I started hurting myself. And of course, I know its bad. But it was fine feeling pain, feeling the hunger in my stomach from not eating for days upon days, feeling the tears in my eyes. I wanted to scream out loud and just finally hear a voice say I’m beautiful, not just because they felt obligated to, or just to be nice. But truly mean it. And today, here I am. I’m still suffering from heart problems, bulimia, and being overweight. Even though many people have said they’ve never expected it, or think I’m not fat. Well, at the end of the day, no matter how many people said it, it didn’t change the truth. But today, I’m still living, trying to find the beauty in myself. And I’ve become so successful in not being negative towards my body, or myself. I have you all, my bf, and the incredible people in my life to thank for that. Unfortunately, I can’t see myself as beautiful, nor overweight, but this is my start to being happy. finally.
Thank you so much for making this blog. and giving me this confidence. <3
All my life my mom told me:”You fat and ugly, go in for sport, use diet’s”. Everyone called me the ugly creature. I had an awful childhood, almost nobody was on friendly with me. I was lonely because my body wasn’t attractive to other people. BUT! now it in the past. I suffered too long..soo it’s time to change everything! To change not my body but my mind.
Listen only to itself, listen only your heart.
I’m Lauren, and I’m 15 yrs old. I truly didn’t think I would ever post to a site like this, but I think today is the perfect day to because I’m starting to see myself in a different light.. and it’s actually a good one.
My story.. well, let me just tell you some facts first. I am at a healthy, normal 145. I’m also 6’7.
I know what you’re saying right about now.. I’ve heard all the jokes before. Would you like me to list some nicknames for you??
Those are a couple.. they got more clever every year.
I just brush off the haters; my mom tells me ‘they are just uncomfortable in their own skin so they take it out on you.’ But I always wondered, why me?
I remember a vivid memory in the 4th grade; we were all out on the playground. I was 5’6 at the time, WAY taller than my classmates, and I loved the monkey bars.So of course I was playing on them, but my feet always touched the ground.. well, actually dragged.
Anyway, this boy started yelling, “Get off the monkey bars, you bigfoot! You’re not even playing on them!” That one hurt, I was too playing on them! But he did have a point, all I was doing was dragging myself in the rocks. So I ended up never playing on the playground as a whole again; I figured I was too tall for everything and I decided to play with the ant hills in the open lot instead.
There was also a time in junior high basketball (8th grade to be exact) when I was 6’4.. We were warming up: shooting hoops, going through drills, doing our regular warm ups just like in practice. I happened to notice all the refs gathering together with my coach Mr. H and my parents. I remember vividly how Mr. H was yelling.. Anyway, they ended up calling my name over to talk to them and we sat on the benches. One of the refs said it would be unfair to the other team if they let me play, so I was disqualified. I didn’t play one game that whole season. I remember when I left the court Mr. H kept apologizing, but it wasn’t his fault, it was mine for being so tall.
But I’ve learned to accept my height. I’m playing varsity basketball this year, and I’m only a freshman! And I may also brag that the boys always ask me if I can teach them how to dunk :)
Moral of this story.. I accept myself the way I am. Size 14 shoe and all.
I’ve been hesitating to submit this for a while now but tonight’s events have inspired me to.
I was at Thanksgiving dinner with my family and my neighbors/family friends. We ended up on the subject of noses and how my family all have large noses. This was something I had been very insecure about for years. Recently, I’d learned to embrace it. But my little sister made a comment about how she’s the only one in our immediate family to have a small nose. My dad just shook his head and implied that she will have a big nose eventually. She responded in shock and said that if she grew up with a big nose she would absolutely get cosmetic surgery. At first, this comment hurt. I was sitting right across the table from her when she said this. It hurt to know that a face like mine was something she could never live with, that she may in fact see me as ugly. Already having low self esteem definitely didn’t help in this situation.
My nose is going to stay this way forever and I will always have to deal with things like this because society shares the same opinion as my sister. But I am proud of my heritage and every feature it has given me. I wear this with pride and know I am beautiful.
This is my second post on here. Although a lot of my insecurities are still with me, I’m trying to overcome each one at a time!!
I can never wear what I feel like because I’ll always feel like my stomach is sticking out or my arms are too fat or my legs are disgusting. And I pretty much feel like everyone else is thinking that about me too or worse. When I last posted I felt great, right down deep in my stomach for the first time in a long time and the people who commented on my post and re blogged were so kind and it made me feel on top of the world!!
Thanks so much everyone!!
One day I will learn to love the booty. I’m stuck with it, and it’s not going anywhere. Booty for president 2016.
I never thought I would have the courage to actually talk about my body or how I feel about it to the world so what I am about to say/submit is probably something I never thought I could do. So here goes nothing.
First off, my name is Samantha, but most people call me Sam. All my life I struggled finding the right outfit or what looked “good” on me as I was growing up. I grew up just wearing t-shirts and basketball shorts. All my life people never actually called me mean names, but I could tell that they gave me strange look just by the way my appearance was. I was a tomboy growing up, but I think that was because I never really felt comfortable in cute girl clothes. I remember my mom always telling me, “you are built just like me there is nothing you can do about it.” I remember feeling really sad and I hated the way my body was. I hated that I couldn’t be like anyone else. I never felt comfortable, unless I was wearing baggy clothes. Of course the media never helped, but as I grew older and I got into my first relationship my Senior year of high school, I realized that my physical aspects of my body weren’t all that mattered. I started opening up and I wasn’t afraid to be myself. I became happy and I was confident in what I was wearing. I could wear anything and I felt good about myself. Granted, I knew other girls looked ten times more prettier than I did, but did I care? No. I learned to respect my body, and I learned to be myself. I realize now that nothing is perfect, but when someone treats all your flaws as if they are nothing, you soon realize that your body shape isn’t all what matters. I love my body, and I love showing it off. I am proud to say that, I love being fluffy :) more to love I always say!! :)
If you have any questions, please inbox me. I would love to hear and talk to you :) xox http://saameow.tumblr.com/
Hi, I submitted something here like four or five months ago. This is the link: http://stophatingyourbody.tumblr.com/post/28433917545/sorry-if-i-made-some-mistakes-but-english-is-not
My name is Fernanda and I’ve always been insecure about myself and my image, as I already said. I used to suffer everyday when I saw myself in the mirror. I just saw an ugly girl, with a big nose, a horrible skin, big cheeks, ugly hair and a really round face. It didn’t matter if I’d lose weight; I still had a fat-girl face. And I hated that. People around me didn’t help, making jokes about me and how ugly I am.
The truth is I never get over it. Not even when I submitted that, four months ago.
Not until now. Now I’m finally starting to accept myself as I am. Now I like to take pics of myself, and I even post them on my Tumblr. Now I’m finally discovering who I am and how’s my style, now I look at the mirror and I sincerely say: I AM beautiful.
And between you and me, when you start to love yourself, you really can see the difference. I used to hate myself, so I saw me as someone ugly. Now I love myself and I see me as someone pretty. And the others can see it too. Now I am truly happy with myself and friends have started to say things like “You look pretty today”, “You really are pretty, and I never saw it”.
I won’t lie; I still have “my hard days”, like everybody else. But it’s something passing. All I can say is: Loving yourself is something beautiful. You are happy and you make people happy with your happiness.
Please, love yourselves. You ARE beautiful, and when you know that, you’ll finally be absolutely happy.
This time, I’m happy to sincerely say: The secret is stop comparing yourself to others and love who you are and the things that make you different from others.
Trigger warning: Eating disorders, OCD, Body Dysmorphic Disorder
As a kid, I was a swimmer and I never remember being concerned with my appearance. I was strong, muscular, and boyish… but I loved it. Then my mother mentioned being severely underweight when she was younger and still thinking she was fat because her thighs touched and I lost it.
Between dangerous diets, OCD rituals (counting, contamination, and symmetry), and self-injury, I was suddenly lost. My body became where I took my hatred out. I suddenly lost control, and lived in a world of numbers (calories, counting) and mirror scrutinizing.
Eventually, I developed a skin picking problem. I would pick for 2 hours a day, destroying my skin in hopes of pulling out whatever “grime” was clogging it up. I was eating too little and exercising too much. The downward spiral was too strong to ignore.
Then I started focusing on circus again. I had been training in aerial acrobatics for a year and a half at that point… and nothing would stop me from continuing to pursue my dreams.
Circus saved my life.
I eat enough now, I don’t pick anymore, and I am starting to be happy with my body because of circus. My wide shoulders and broad back are what make me as strong as I need to me. My “thick” abs hold my handstand. My small butt makes balance easier. Every function makes it easier to be okay with my body.
My body is my tool; it isn’t my vessel.
We are judged by what people see. Take a look around, how many people actually know you. How about the words people could call you when they first see you. Fat, ugly, cruel, mean, stupid, the list could go on and on.
Why do we live in a society where the outside defines the inside? You are compared to your mother, your father, your sister, your brother. You are judged by your skin, your hair, how much make up you wear, how much make up you don’t wear, and please don’t forget about your clothes.Even by the art work on the beautiful temple of God.
I just want to know why. I want to understand and to be understood. The saddest part of this is all is that no one will. Why would they? Why would they give you the light of day to explain yourself when their blind observation is obviously the victorious explanation.
Why should I have to walk around being afraid to think of myself as sexy or beautiful? So what I am chunky, have huge feet, or my teeth aren’t perfect?
Be yourself. Embrace your God given beauty. Man or women. Strop trying to be someone else and stand up to the facts and just be yourself.