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.

No matter what you look like, what color, what gender, sexual orientation, what size or however many "flaws", healthy, not healthy, working on it, abled, disabled, we are all human, we all deserve to be happy, we all deserve to love ourselves. With this blog you will see all kinds of REAL bodies, REAL people, REAL stories.

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mayb8e:

I truly feel like if you’re picky about pubes or whether or not someone’s circumcised or how big/small someone’s areolas are or ANYTHING like that you’re not mature enough to be sexual with another person. Wait a few years, hang out on pornhub till then

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)
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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)

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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.  
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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.  

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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.
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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.

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http://labia-conscious.tumblr.com/

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realgirlpress:

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.

http://beautifullabia.tumblr.com/ 

http://lovelargelabia.tumblr.com/ 

http://beautyofvaginas.tumblr.com/ 

http://vaginasoftheworld.tumblr.com/ 

http://vulva-love.tumblr.com/  

There is nothing wrong with the way your vagina looks. Vaginas come in all shapes, sizes, colors, etc. and they’re ALL perfectly fine!

(Source: realgrrlpress)

WELL HOWDY 
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 
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WELL HOWDY 

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 

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

http://fallingfourth.tumblr.com/
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.
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http://fallingfourth.tumblr.com/

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.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

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
http://www.thesehandfulsoffuckyou.tumblr.com
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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

http://www.thesehandfulsoffuckyou.tumblr.com

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