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A poem called ‘Got Body’ which celebrates shapes, specifications and sizes in all diversity. ‘Got Body’ is my poetic stand against imposed beauty/body image and appreciation of our natural beauty!
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/
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
Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them
They think I’m telling lies
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips
I’m a woman
That’s meI walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
And to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees
It’s the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet
I’m a woman
That’s meMen themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see
It’s in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style
I’m a woman
That’s meNow you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud
It’s in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care
‘Cause I’m a woman
You are special. You are unique.
Recently, my friends have gone on an “I hate my body” rampage and as they spoke on and on about their flaws. I chose not to participate. If I don’t love myself and believe that I am beautiful, how can I expect others to believe it. I am going to continue to tell my friends they are beautiful and hopefully this video I dedicated to them will prove it.
This is for all you phenomenons out there! Please if you have a chance, click on this link to vote for me for Tyler Perry’s contest:
You don’t hear it enough but, YOU ARE PHENOMENAL (you too boys!)
Hi, my name is Siw and I posted here before :)
For a long time I wished I could love my body as much as it deserves..
So I’ve decided to try something new, I’ve started taking pictures of my body.
Pictures that could show me, that I shouldn’t be ashamed of it, because all bodies are amazing!
Love thy body! It’s really wonderful
I figured I would post on this blog, because I saw one of the blogs I follow post and I was inspired. All throughout highschool, and middleschool really, I was told I was too skinny, I looked like a horse, I was too tall, I looked like a monkey, or I was told the complete opposite, that I was extremely attractive, and that I was “hot” or “sexy”, and with one came bullying, such as calling me a horse, and with the other came being used, for sexual favors because of my body. I was at the point where I was disgusted with my body because I would look in the mirror and all I would think was that my body disgusts me, my hair, my nose, my fingers, my legs, everything, about my body disgusted me because it was in constant battle with society, I was either perfect or the worst.
I learned to let that go, and not care about what people said about me or my body, because I realized that at the end of the day, it is me, myself, and I, my body, not anyone elses, my own. I realized I need to make myself happy, and not let what people say govern how I look or think about myself.
I am slowly, but surely getting to love my body and myself more and more as the years go by.
This is me in 2008. The day that I was released from the hospital after anorexia treatments and a suicide attempt. I began writing for this blog… and couldn’t stop! It became kind of a chronicling of all of the things I have overcome to accept and love myself. If you’d like to read it, the post is here:
I didn’t want to flood this page with something that big.
You are all beautiful! keep posting and keep loving yourselves! If you need anything at all… just message me. ^.^
TRIGGER WARNING: self-harm/hate, suicide, bullying, abuse.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I feel so ugly. I pick at the parts of my face I hate the most, I look down at my body and question “why did I have to grow into this?” I don’t like my feet, I don’t like my nose, I don’t like my neck, I don’t like my breasts, I don’t like my bum and I don’t like my stomach.
When I was in High School my peers thought I was a boy with long hair from behind; then from the front as well when I had my hair cut short. I was bullied about how long my hair was, then how short it was. I was bullied about how long my legs were and how tall I am, about the bump in my nose, the size of my breasts, my big lips, the way I spoke, the way I wore my uniform, my puppy fat/not flat enough stomach, the way that when I looked down it looked like I had a double chin. I never tried to be what they all wanted me to be. (TRIGGER: DEPRESSION/BULLYING).But I became more and more depressed because of it. I covered my face with my hair and scarves, always walked with my head down, slouched where ever I went. My bullies would steal my bags at lunch times and hide them, so I was often late for lessons. They’d throw rubbish at me when they saw me in the halls, put gum, glue and stickers in my hair, throw stones/bricks/broken glass at me outside of school. They’d make up songs for when I got on the school bus and sing them in unison. One boy even pushed me down between the seats, piled people’s bags on top of me and stamped on my neck. If he saw me at the park with his friends he’d corner me, drag me to the floor and kick me in the stomach while calling me stupid, ugly and worthless; asking why I didn’t just kill myself and threatening to kill me. No one stopped him, they just laughed or threw things.
(TRIGGER: SELF HARM). I started self harming when I was 10. My dad had just come out of prison and I knew he wasn’t coming home. The teachers never did anything to prevent the bullying and sometimes they would demean me in front of my bullies by calling me stupid (usually for being too nervous to answer questions). I was looking forward to High School because maybe there would be more people like me, but they didn’t find me first.
(TRIGGER: SUICIDE/SEXUAL ABUSE). My school years were my worst years. After many lies, fights, fake friends and self-harming/suicide attempts I was free and I was starting college after the summer. College was amazing, the people in my course were amazing and I’ve made life-long friends, but I also made some enemies. I met the boy who stole my innocence from me while I was passed out from drinking too much. I met the boy who controlled everything I did through sick lies, guilt trips and threats of violence. I met some of the people who would stalk and harass me for months. I met the boy who made me change my physical appearance through verbal abuse. I met the man who stole my heart in one day, makes me feel incredible every day, helped me through horrible traumas, who I know is my soul mate and we will be together for the rest of our lives.
Today I still suffer with Severe Depression and Border-line Anxiety Disorder. Tomorrow I’m going to the Doctors for a review of my mental health and medication. I’m asking them to help me get Cognitive Behavioural Therapy and with that I hope is the first and best step to ending the hatred of myself. No one punishes you as much as you do.
Today I have amazing friends, an even more amazing boyfriend, a great family life and an almost fully rebuilt relationship with my dad. (We’re going to Japan this summer ^_^). I’m using my creative abilities to design and paint t-shirts and creating a portfolio of my best photography to start making postcards.
Although I still have very down days, and my depression sometimes gets the better of me, I haven’t self harmed in over 2 years and I’m slowly making my way to happiness.
Sometimes I look in the mirror and I feel so ugly. I pick at the parts of my face I hate the most, I look down at my body and question “why does the ball of my foot do that?” I don’t like my feet, I don’t like my nose. But I love my eyes, my cheeks, my legs, my hips, my arms, my hands and fingers. I love my hair, my back and my lips. I love my ears and my eyebrows. I’m learning to love my small breasts and I’m doing more exercise to tone my stomach and butt muscles. I eat healthily and rarely consume alcohol. Even though life brings the odd hick-up every now and then everything is much sweeter.
I took this picture today because I woke up feeling beautiful. And so should you.
Hi, hey, hello, my beautiful ones. My name is Pia. On tumblr, I am known as am0ur (am0ur.tumblr.com). I am 17 years old, and haven’t had the easiest life, I’ve been through traumatic experiences (Which are too personal to share here) and have suffered a lot. Lost a lot. But, if you keep reading until the end - you’ll see how hard I am trying to become a more positive person, despite my struggles. I spent around 6 months in Psychiatric Hospitals. I have Schizoaffective Disorder Bi-polar type, a mixture of Schizophrenia and Bi-polar. I also get fairly awful depressive, suicidal and dissociative episodes, and have been struggling with self-injury for the past few years. Sometimes things would get so bad, that the Doctors would tie my ankles and wrists to a stretcher and inject me with sleeping drugs. I was an involuntary patient, very confused, very sick. So many Doctors had no idea what was wrong with me, it took a long time to get the right diagnosis. The pain in my heart, the Depression, was so hard to stand. But, somehow I made it through. I survived my suicide attempts. Though, to be honest,I have a non-existant sense of self-esteem. I am very insecure. I hate everything about myself. My thighs, my hands, my feet, my stomach, everything. I could keep talking about my problems, but that’s not why I’m here. I want to talk about my recovery effort (Thank you to the wonderful co-patients and Doctors that have helped me to get to this point. You know who you are!) I had been told that I would be in and out of Psychiatric institutions for my whole life. But, they were wrong. I am proving them wrong. I’ve been out of Hospital for months, and I’m learning to fight for my happiness as well as follow my heart in life. I am doing everything I can to follow my dreams. And guess what? I am succeeding. I’m loving life. I am eternally thankful to those who I have loved and lost, who are watching over me, that I survived. I am so happy to have survived my suicide attempts. I am so happy to be alive. And, now, with the help of my friends, family, and Psychiatrist - I’m actually living!!! Not simply existing, like I was before. I now know who my true friends are, and I have them. I love them. I eat healthily and exercise a lot. I have my beautiful horses, animals, and I work as a Stable Hand and Exerciser currently - although I am also a qualified Medical Secretary, Receptionist and Ward Clerk as of yesterday! I’m going back to do year 12 next year, and after that, I want to become a Psychologist/Psychiatrist and author. I want to help people find the light that I have found. I learnt that the key to having a life that you love - is to follow your heart, and your passion. Don’t let anyone else write your story for you. Because if you don’t write it, they will. Do what you love, and follow it with all of your heart. I promise, that things will get better. They have for me. Yes, I still struggle with my self-esteem issues, and I still hate myself. I’m not one of those beautiful brave girls who completely embrace themselves, flaws and all! Gosh, do I admire them! But, I’m trying to be more positive. I’m trying to hate myself less. I’m trying my hardest to realise that imperfection is reality, and reality is beautiful. I believe that someday, I’ll get there. So will you. I believe in all of you, I love you all. Don’t lose hope - things DO get better. I am living proof. XX
I believe this picture fits perfectly with this blog. Every body is beautiful!! Loving your body isn’t always the easiest, I know, but it is your body and it’s beautiful just like you. Stay strong ladies & gents(:
My name is Audreyl. I used to weigh 220 lbs. Now I’m steadily maintaining at 150-160 lbs. And I am just fine with that weight. I have gotten brave enough to start wearing the clothes I always wished I could, but was too self-conscious to ever dare to. But now, here I am, in a snug corset and a mini skirt, brightly colored. I stood out when I went in public, but I did not care. I have made peace with my body as it is. It took several years, but I am finally okay with myself.
My tumblr: email@example.com
Stop looking at the scale. Don’t let numbers run your life. Feed off the positive and live a healthy life. Allow nature, laughing, love, friends, and family make you who you are. Your weight and how you look should not determine your happiness!
While I do believe that this could have positive precautions on society I don’t believe it will happen. London made the same law a few years ago & it never happened. I also believe it could potentially ruin a models dream & career, because, I don’t doubt that a lot of them are some models that have that body type by nature. I don’t think this is the right way to go about it. Just accept all body types, fuck Photoshop, let them be viewed as natural & let people see that they are all beautiful. The more body types in the media the more people will realize that ALL body types are beautiful.
Hi, I’m Ellen, I’m fifteen years old and I live in australia. I had suffered from anorexia for years, but when I came across this blog, and all of these posts, with all of these gorgeous, lovely people spreading the word about gaining confidence and that we are all beautiful in our own ways, I stopped hating my body and comparing myself to other people, and began to realize that I’m fine the way I am, and I don’t have to starve myself to be what others would call perfect. No one is perfect, but we are all beautiful, special, unique and worth everything in the world. I love you all, and if any of you ever and I mean, ever need someone to talk to, feel free to send me a message and I’ll be there to comfort and support you, even if we don’t even know each other.