Posts tagged genitalia
Posts tagged genitalia
This is my second submission to stophatingyourbody.
I was on omegle with a good friend today. We were dancing around having a good time, chatting with people who wanted to chat when a girl came on who said “Omg. Do you ever puke? You need to start.” Obviously refering to me. I laughed it off and we hit next, but I have been dwelling on it all day. Why can’t we all accept each other for who we are and how we look? I have been heavy for most of my life and have been teased for it the majority of my life as well, not just from peers but family as well. I endured nicknames such as “chubby chicken” “cheese block” or other terms that were meant to be funny but hit hard. I lost a lot of the weight by running and a change in diet, but I wasn’t any happier. The only difference was that it was easier to go shopping for clothes because I fit into more things. I recently moved out on my own and fell back into negative thought patterns, was really depressed and I ate a lot and didn’t exericise much, so I gained. This made me feel even worse and I started self-harming again. It had been over a year since I had last self-harmed and before that, it was 4 years. Now I am often struggling not to go back to that unhealthy way of dealing with things. I have been trying to meditate and write about the way that I feel. My mother had suspected me of drug use and starving myself when I was thin, and my sister even urged me not to run so often and that I was “fine now, you don’t even need to run at all.” But now that I’ve gained weight, my mother has said that I need to “get back to running and get back into shape.” Especially when I have asked her to help me out with getting some new clothes because a lot of my things didn’t fit anymore she advised me to “lose weight, and then you won’t need new clothes.” It really hurt me to hear those words and did not help my insecurities. I just can’t ever seem to get to that ”perfect” that others seem to expect from me. A lot of my friends have disordered eating or negative body image and I really wish we all lived in a world where we weren’t forced to think of ourself in such a negative way. I want to walk down the street and not feel paranoid when people are looking at me, wondering what they are thinking. Why are they even looking at me in the first place, don’t they have their own lives to think about? I want to be able to wear what I want and not have strangers commenting on it when they think I’m out of ear shot. Yes, I do have ”chunky” thighs. So WHAT if I want to wear shorts? I have had trouble in every aspect of my life that involves social interaction because of my low self-esteem. I often do not feel like I am good enough to even date someone because of negative past experiences. I went looking for love and validation from men because I did not have a lot of it in my family life. I have had very very few ”boyfriends”, all of which used me only for sex. In one relationship I was often told that no one else would ever love me because my genitalia were weird, that I had an abornormal clitoris (which I now know is not true at all, it is not big or small or anything at all. it’s mine.) and that no one would ever love me because of my size and because of my mental health; how I’m ”crazy” and a ”psycho”. It is still taking me time to get over these things and I am celebrating being single, knowing that one day I will find love. And if I don’t, I already have love in myself and from my friends. It is really difficult to even write these things down and I am trying not to cry. I have hope because I know that there are so many beautiful, strong people who share these struggles with me and I can read their stories and know I’m not alone. I have been trying to eat healthily and to have treats if I want to and not worry about calories or what size I am. I wear what I want to and I try to be confident and walk down the street like a supermodel. When I look in the mirror I try to smile. I buy nice underwear and bras because it makes me feel pretty. When I am having negative thoughts I start a conversation with someone by texting or calling so that I am distracted. I make plans so that I am not alone with my thoughts. I take myself out for coffee or for breakfast and eat whatever I want even if I know that people that are around me are probably judging me. I don’t care! It’s fun and I like to do it. It’s good for ME. When my friends talk negatively about themselves I encourage them by telling them that they are beautiful and that they don’t need to worry because they look good exactly the way that they are. If you are accepting of yourself, it doesn’t matter if other people accept you. YOU and your mental and physical health should be the most important thing to you. Yes, I struggle with how I look. It is hard everyday. If I get ”in shape” again, it will be for myself. It will be because I genuinely enjoy exercise and working out and eating well because it is good for ME. I am sexy. I am healthy. I am strong. So are you. I love you and I will always have an open ear and heart for anyone that needs a little support. (internalregret.tumblr.com)
hello beautiful people, my name is Carina.
for over nine years now, I have been self-harming by cutting myself. after all this time, the front of my legs, my torso, and my arms are basically mutilated and have thick scars covering every inch of their surface.
this photograph was taken by my loving partner, who has been by my side through my trauma and self-harm. for the first time in nearly a decade, I have begun to wear shorts, I’ll wear a bikini to the beach, etc etc etc. wearing a pair of shorts to a reggae festival the other week was one of the biggest steps I have ever taken. this photograph does not display my scars, because that’s truly not the point. the point is that this is the only body that I will ever have in this life and I recently have begun to treat it the way it deserves.
I am still struggling, I might always be struggling. But every day is an accomplishment and every day is beautiful. I am here for anyone & everyone, if you ever need anything at all, I will stay up all night with you, I will make ridiculous faces, anything to make you feel better. you are beautiful and I mean that.
My name is Alex, this is my first time submission here and it’s been so great to find a community of positive individuals willing to speak up! For a very long time I have felt unsure about my sexuality. My Dad is all about masculinity as he was an officer in the Navy and I faced a lot of negative pressure from him while I was growing up, when i used to want to play with dolls and dress up like the girls he would scold me severely. I have only just told him I am gay, and he was angry at first but we’re slowly getting through it together, i think he’s finally getting used to the real me. On the outside i look like a boy but I know this isn’t really true, i used to feel trapped in this body but I’ve learnt to embrace it an act and dress according to how i was feeling, not what everyone else thought was ‘right.’ I used to be severely depressed, until i met my loving boyfriend and with the help of some new friends and some people to listen I’ve really pulled through and become a very strong person today. It’s important for us all to love ourselves, we are all beautiful.
Here’s a very NSFW blog that I stumbled across that has pictures of all types of different vaginas. It is comforting to know that they are all different!
I know quite a few blogs like this one! I’m glad they exist too.
There is nothing wrong with the way your vagina looks. Vaginas come in all shapes, sizes, colors, etc. and they’re ALL perfectly fine!
My name is Sara, next sunday I turn 17
this is the first time anyone has seen me in my underwear (dang usually everyone who submits is wearing something pretty :( )
my boobs (though not as big as some but big for the average at my school) have always felt like a drawback for me
i always have to go with way bigger sized shirts than i need just so i dont get boob squish or show to much cleavage (am i right busty ladies?)
but me being naked i have always worried about being seen nude (Or even slightly, like now)
I am worried that my body didn’t look “normal”
maybe my nipples are too big
maybe I have too many stretch marks
maybe my vagina just looks weird
I have always feared being rejected because of my body. So recently I have tried this new tactic called not giving a damn because if someone doesn’t want me for my body I dont want them for their personality.
My story is really lame and not as interesting as others but hey thought I would give myself a birthday gift and share myself with the world!
this blog is amazing and shows me that i am not alone and I look at everyone on this blog and think “wow he/she is gorgeous”
all bodies are amazing
I think you are all so amazing
As a transfeminine youth I am subjected to cissexist views of my body and media driven images of beauty, but I need no ones permission to be beautiful.
Hello, my name is Kieran, I’m seventeen years old and from Canada.
I am constantly asked about my gender and I used to be really bothered by it, but lately I’ve realized that there is no reason to feel bad about it. Why does it matter to the world what’s in my pants? Male or female, I am me. And I’m okay with that.
We are all beautiful, and even though there will be days when you don’t see it, other people do. Remember to keep your heads up and stay strong. I’m always here to talk <3
Hey. My name is Abigail, and the picture above is my beautiful fat body that I haven’t just come to terms with, I’ve fallen in love with it. In fact, I spend most of my time these days trying to convince young ladies to learn to love their beautiful bodies too! But I don’t want this post to be about size-acceptance, this is a post about vagina acceptance.
For a long time I felt like my vagina was weird, ugly, best viewed with the lights off it absolutely had to be. I thought it was chubby and too puffy, the lips on the inside too small, it looked like a little girls vagina to me. It CERTAINLY didn’t look like the ones I saw my boyfriend looking at on the internet. In fact, when I though about it, neither did any of my friends’ vaginas. The weren’t tiny and little and perfectly shaped and manicured…They were just vaginas. In every different shape and size, with different but equally beautiful labias and vulvas. (Now, if you’re confused as to how I know what my friends vaginas look like, just know that when you get a group of queer size positive women around each other, no one really cares if their vulva is on display.)
They all had beautiful unique and realistic flowers, they weren’t airbrushed or diet-pilled, they were the center of our beautiful, fecund and fertile universes. They were our sexuality, part of us, part of our soul. And they were normal. They ARE normal. My vagina is BEAUTIFUL just the way it is, it is sexy and unique and perfect the way it is, and so is yours. Don’t hate your vagina, it doesn’t deserve it.
If you’re into liberal, fat-accepting nerdy queer chicks, I’d love to make friends. You can follow me at: darthcunt.tumblr.com
Ever since I realized that my penis is smaller than average (just under 4 inches long, and 4 inches in girth), I have been insecure about my size. I have been teased plenty about it over the years, but I’ve grown (no pun intended) to love my little penis. My wife admits it is the smallest she’s been with and that she’s more satisfied by longer penises like some of her previous lovers, and at first she was disappointed in my size, that she has grown to like it and that she thinks it’s cute, and we both enjoy her affectionately teasing me about it (however I still have no problem making her achieve orgasm). Remember, small is beautiful too. :)
That girl up there? That’s me, laughing and smiling and happy because I’m helping my roommate with her homework. I’ve been through a lot in my life, more than I’m willing to write here for everyone to see; I still haven’t come to terms with it all. I’ve been called more names than you can count, been treated like a piece of meat, been stared at because I have a passion for English and Grammar. I don’t care. And neither should you.
So many people here write about their own stories; they write about what they used to dislike about themselves and how they’ve overcome that. I’m not here to do that, not today.
I want to give you all a message. I hope you’ll listen, because it’s a very important one:
Do whatever you want. People are going to judge you whether you’re small or large, short or tall. They’re going to judge you if you wear something cute or if you wear something simple. They’re going to judge you if you wear makeup and if you don’t. They’re going to judge you based on your hair colour, your skin colour, and your eye colour. They’re going to judge you on the number of boyfriends or girlfriends you’ve had. They’re going to judge you if you have sex and they’re going to judge you if you don’t. You’ll be judged for being too smart, not smart enough, too pretty, not pretty enough, too thin, not thin enough, etc, etc, etc.
So fuck them, literally if you want, figuratively if you don’t.
They don’t matter. I don’t matter. Your parents and siblings and grandparents and teachers and friends don’t matter, not in this. All that matters, all that ever will matter, is you.
So love yourself, because no one else matters, anyway.
Although I am insecure about my small breasts, not-so-curvy body, and face in general. I have to constantly remind myself that I’m being silly. I was in a unhealthy relationship for 4 years of my life, from age 14 to 18. I was told that I wasn’t pretty enough, my breasts were too small, I wasn’t that smart, and all of these horrible unfair things. After 4 years one might actually start to believe what they’re hearing. After that relationship had it’s final end, I was left with all of this self loathing. My goal was to end it. To this day I’m working on that. I want to love myself and I’m able to do it more little by little each day.
Don’t let anyone tell you your worth or what you are. Only you know that. You are beautiful.
I’m Zizzy, and that’s my son Remus, yeah like Remus Lupin.
My New Year’s resolution is about him.
You see, I hate my body, I hate how I look… My crooked teeth, my stomach, my legs, everything. But my resolution is to learn to love myself and who I am so that I can be the best mother that he deserves. I know that Remus is worth that, and in his eyes, I’m the world. So I plan to find that for myself in the coming year. Wish me luck! haha.
I’m http://z-i-z-z-y.tumblr.com if you have any comments. I know people always do when a young mother is involved.
Here I am; this is ME. Accept me as I am or be on your way.
My name is Audriana, I’m 5’7” (170 cm) and 190 lbs. I’m 16 years old and I love my body. Yes, I know I’m not the skinniest little thing out there, or the prettiest, but I take pride in what I’ve been given. Sure, people can say what they want to say, but I don’t pay any mind to their remarks. The only reason people tease, taunt and bully is because they have their own inner demons that they have to fend off.
Let people think what they want, but take pride in who you are and hold your head high (maybe your middle finger a little higher ). When someone says something about your appearance, just smile and let them be. Know that you are beautiful and nothing can change that.
One last thing: smile, because it looks SO damn good on you.
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!