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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!
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
Hi my name is Kelsey (: I have had loads of insecurities ever since I was 10. I couldn’t feel comfortable in my own skin until just recently, which I am 19 now. Trigger warning…
I have been a self-hater & bullied for more than 10 years because of my body type. I’ve self-harmed even though you can’t see my scars. I’ve been sexually abused more than once even though you can’t see my pain. I have had an eating disorder even if it doesn’t show. I have hid my body even though you’re seeing it now. I’ve struggled with my sexuality even though you can’t tell. I’ve been & still am dealing with depression. What I’m trying to say is that it gets better. You can always change your body, but why do it when you can worry about other things that go on in your life. Stop worrying of what others think of you because not everyone is going to love you, but you should cherish the ones that do. I want to be an image that I wanted when I was growing up for women & girls that no matter what bigger size you are, you are lovely. My family is full of big boned & thin sized women, they both struggle with their bodies, & I’m the first out of all of them that is honestly proud of the body I have. It’s hard, I know. You should start loving themselves more, because you are worth it <3
TRIGGER WARNING:severe depression, anxiety, bullying, suicidal thoughts
I know this isn’t the most tasteful photo, but i think it’s one that i look the most comfortable, free, and happy.
This is my story. When i was younger I was bullied daily. So bad to the point where I just wouldn’t go to school. When I changed schools things got worse. I was harassed and it was terrible. As I entered high school i was super confident. I hadn’t been bullied in a while and I was happy. People didn’t really let me remain that way. I continued to get bullied and I continued going towards bottom. My sophomore year I began to feel down, sad, tired, worthless all the time. I confided in my best friend (who is cropped out of this image) that I was depressed. She agreed with me. This was only the beginning of the worst two years of my life. I became severely depressed, I had always had anxiety, but it had been at it’s all time high (and still is). In December of 2011 I decided it would be better if I just ended it. I ended up in a hospital a few days before Christmas. I’m still struggling with severe depression and anxiety, but it’s for different reasons. I’ve been so pro active in spreading body positivity. I’ve learned so much. I adopted feminism in my life and it has opened so many doors for me. I found this blog and it showed me that I am not alone in this battle with society. I am okay with myself, and most importantly I’m okay with who I am even if others aren’t.
TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm/cutting, abuse, suicidal thoughts/attempts
I’m Savannah, 20 yrs. old, and this is my story;
As a young child, ages 7 through 10, my father abused me. Verbally, emotionally, physically. His choice of words still haunt me. “You’ll never be good enough, this is all your fault,” etc. Which is half the reason I have the bad habit of apologizing for EVERYTHING. Even things I have absolutely no control over. He’d make me go to school wearing jackets, or longer sleeved shirts, just to cover the massive swollen bruises on my arms. Thankfully, since he & my mother divorced when I was 10, he hasn’t hurt me since.
Middle school - when I started really getting insecure. I mean, I was always the ‘awkward girl’, who was extremely shy, with big glasses since I was 8. I constantly was bullied and told I was ‘ugly’ for being ‘different’ or for being ‘nerdy’. I began self mutilating & cutting myself constantly. Every day of my junior-high life, I cut myself. I felt so many different ways about it - that it would help my mental pain/depression, that I “deserved it”. I tried to kill myself numerous times, more times than I can count, but never succeeded. There was always something in the way.
The last time I hurt myself was 2009, and I never will again. That part of my life is over, and I’m proud to say I overcame it.
I still have insecurities about myself, what with extremely short hair and my body not looking the way I want it, but I’m on (what I like to call) a reverse-diet. I’m drinking protein shakes, increasing my caloric intake, and I have an absolutely amazing guy by my side during it all, who tells me I’m beautiful no matter how much I weigh or what I do to my hair. He loves me for who I am inside, different, nerdy, pierced, tattooed, and all.
This is the happiest I’ve EVER BEEN and I plan on keeping it that way. I see so many amazing uplifting stories on here every day. Some even make me cry. All of you, every last one of you, is BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL in your own skin! Embrace it, love it, kiss it, hug it, whatever! I know it’s taken me quite some time to get this far, and I’m nowhere near done yet, but we can ALL get there. It’s not impossible! All those little things you used to ‘hate’ about yourself? Look at them and tell them you love them!! If any of you ever need someone to talk to, just send me a message. I’m all ears. :) <3
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!
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.
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!)
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. ^.^
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
Hello, my name is Ember. This is my third time submitting.
I’ve always been up and down in my weight my whole life. I’ve always seen ads, and blogs like this, and I tried to to get it through my head that everyone is beautiful, and I saw beauty in everyone, but myself. I’ve hated my body for the longest time. But, I’ve decided enough is enough. I’ve started eating healthier, and going for walks every night, with my amazing, supportive boyfriend.
I know that this isn’t a “weight loss” blog, but that’s not what I’m looking at this as. I’m looking at this story as me coming to terms with my body, and seeing myself as beautiful, and how I’ve really been beautiful the whole time! This blog really opened my eyes, and made me see the beauty in myself!
I’m a thick, healthy woman. I am pierced, inked, scarred, and beautiful. I have bad days where I struggle with my body, but mostly I love it! I’m curvy and sexy! I think everyone is beautiful and needs to love the skin they’re in. I have “all you need is LOVE; LOVE is all you need” inked on my arms for all to see. Yes, it’s a tribute to the Beatles, but it’s so much more to me. I wanted to write love on my arms (twloha.com) because I’ve struggled with self harm for years, and it’s also just a general reminder to everyone else that LOVE IS ALL YOU REALLY NEED! Love and be loved. Live and let live. YOU ARE ALL BEAUTIFUL! Your breasts are beautiful, large or small. Your bums are beautiful, large or small. your body is beautiful, thick or thin, black or white, scarred or fresh, inked or clean, pierced or intact, male or female or any combination of the two. Your hair is beautiful long or short, curly or straight, black or blonde or any colour of the rainbow! EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU, INSIDE AND OUT, IS BEAUTIFUL!!! DO NOT EVER LET ANYONE TELL YOU THAT YOU ARE NOT BEAUTIFUL AND STRONG AND CAPABLE OF DOING ANYTHING!
It has taken me a looooong time to be okay with who I am, and I’m continuously working on it. I am learning that whether I love it or I hate it, I can’t change it. I don’t know about you, but I think it’s a hell of a lot more fun going through life loving who you are. You miss so much when you waste time fixated on things you can’t change.
This is me. My name is Deana, and up until a couple months ago, I absolutely hated my body. I felt so insecure about being overweight, but it wasn’t just a weight issue for me. It was everything! I felt insecure about the littlest things that I am sure no one even noticed, like my lips that I thought were too small, or my fingers that I thought were too big. I could literally go on and on about everything I hated about myself, but this post is about how much I have grown to accept myself, and love myself.
I can still point out the things in this picture that the person I was a couple months ago would hate, but now, I am proud of everything I’ve got! I love my big thighs and my round face, and I really love the curves this dress gives me!
I have been through so much with my body. I have cut, and self-harmed in other ways, I’ve spent so many nights crying myself to sleep because I was so insecure, I’ve starved myself, but all that is behind me. I love myself for who I am, and I finally don’t feel the need to change it. The only message I need to give to all of you, is to love yourselves just the way you are. You are all beautiful, and you should know it!
Some days are good days, and others are bad days- to get more good than bad, I tell myself “This body that you feel bad about now is the same body you felt great about three days ago. Love yourself.”