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Be proud of your body and what it can do!
I debated doing this for a while, I’ve always been embarrassed about my legs. I’ve never fit into skinny jeans and through middle school and high school I barely wore shorts in the summer.
It took a lot of soul-searching and a lot of work to realize just how magnificent my legs are. Hundreds of miles and hours of Taekwondo later, I realize that these legs are strong. Powerful. Glorious. They’ve carried me through rough roads and smooth waters with grace and ease.
I’m a size 13 in jeans and I wouldn’t change a thing.
What part of your body do you love?
What do you wish you could love?
However small, your body is a miracle machine and its unbelievable.
Trigger warning: self injury and gender dysphoria
This is my thigh today. I’ve struggled with dysphoria and depression for most of my life, which led to some self harm issues in my teens. I hated how curvy I was, and I would cut and scratch my thighs and hips as a way of punishing my body for being wrong. As I’ve come to accept and gotten to know my gender identity and generally moved into a better place in general, it’s becoming easier to move away from that. Even so, some days are harder than others. One of the ways I’ve learned to cope with the desire to cut on bad days is to draw or write on myself with an ink pen. Marking myself is a way of reclaiming my body. The sensation of the pen on my skin grounds me, and reminds me to be gentle with myself. I hope everyone is taking good care of themselves tonight.
My name is Angela Rose, I am an 18 year old college freshmen and I am learning to love who I am and accept it. I have been told that I am too big for my body frame for years. I am five feet tall and I can’t say I know how much I weigh because I refrain from stepping on a scale. A number doesn’t define me, and it shouldn’t define anyone else. I remember always being told that I should cut down on what I’m eating or that I should eat healthier in an attempt to lose weight. No. I don’t need to lose weight to be beautiful. I will have a third or hell, even a fourth piece of pizza and I will not hold myself accountable to eat only salads out on dates. I will order what I want and I will like it. I love my ass and I love my boobs, I love my thick legs and the way my cheeks ball up when I smile. I don’t have a flat stomach and I probably never will, but I am perfect how I am. I struggled a lot with body image when I was younger but now that I have found these safe havens I am learning to accept me. If I can’t accept myself, then who the hell will? I am a beautiful woman, everyone is beautiful; and sure, it may not be magazine cover perfect or model worthy, but it is beauty regardless. I hope that all girls and guys who are insecure can wake up, look in the mirror and love who they are regardless of the tag on their jeans and the number on the scale. And if these words help even one person than that is an accomplishment on it’s own. If anyone here ever, ever, ever needs someone to vent to, please contact me whenever; angelaroseee.tumblr.com/ask
Nearly a month ago, I posted about how my confidence has increased* and that I am wearing and doing what I want a lot more than I used out. Appreciating what my body’s got going on.
In that, I mentioned how I was building up to wear shorts without tights at some point. I had always had an issue with showing too much skin because of so many imperfections with it. Scars of various kinds, stretch marks, bruises and cuts on my knees, amongst other things.
… Yet I did it today! With a big push from my boyfriend, I went out with my legs bare. It was weird (even though no one was around), but I felt good about it. And I hope that I will soon be able to do it even in a crowded place. Today, I wouldn’t even have believed I would have done it, so I’m hoping I can build up to doing so wherever I am.
All the inspiring people on this blog have helped me so much, so THANK YOU! x. I love reading the stories on here, and about the positivity it creates.
I recently saw a post by Kendra, regarding her eczema and acne, of which I have a very similar issues and experiences with. I hope that I will too follow in her steps soon. I think it’s great that she and many others here have been able to overcome their anxieties in such a way and thus become liberated by their problems.
Sending love to everyone once again! Keep shining, x.
This photo is a milestone for me.
This photo represents the end of my years spent battling with my body image and expectations, beating myself up over not looking like a supermodel, and being unhappy with myself.
I look at this photo and think, “damn, I look amazing!”
Not much has changed about my body in the last few years, but a lot has changed in my head. I spent a lot of time weeding out the toxic people from my life and surrounding myself with positive, supportive people. I spent even more time explaining to myself that I don’t have to push myself over the edge in attempts to achieve an unrealistic body.
I feel so much stronger now, physically and mentally.
I’m happy, healthy, and proud of my body.
Today I went to a doctor (not my normal doctor) because I have a cold.
This is actually the 3rd time that I’ve been to the doctor in a week because I haven’t been menstruating at all for 6 months, and my normal doctor is running tests to figure out why.
Last week when I went to my regular doctor to discuss my results he went over everything that he had tested, and commented on how healthy I am.
He pointed out that all my levels on every test that he had run were normal except for the one thing that we already knew wasn’t normal, and even that wasn’t that bad.
Not once did he bring up my weight.
Not once did he discredit my health because I am “overweight.”
Then, while at the doctor I saw today (who is a woman who recently lost a good 110 pounds) the subject of my missing period came up. She immediately credited it to my being overweight, and dismissed it as such.
I was enraged.
I could have exploded.
What could be a cyst, cancer, sterility, my uterus dropping, or a million other maybe-severe health problems is automatically discredited because I am overweight.
I immediately became defensive saying, “Well, when I was 128 pounds, before I was on birth control, I didn’t have periods either. So, I doubt that it’s my weight causing this.”
She stuck to her opinion, and again dismissed anything I would say.
Needless to say, I will not return to her.
I am disappointed that a that this beautiful woman has such a mindset, and feels the need to force it onto her patients and to not look further into their health needs because of it.
So here’s my “screw you!”
I am fat and happy and sexy and proud.
And I refuse to have my health discredited because I weight 215 pounds.
I know my body, and I love it.
hello there !
in the past 4-5 months, i have been having some serious body image issues and i am slowly but surely working my way out of it. i have made weight loss the only thing i think about and it is unhealthy. i have lost about 15 pounds in a healthy way and have been able to keep it off.
the main thing i need to keep reminding myself to stay positive and do things for myself and not for anyone else.
i have an amazing boyfriend who reminds me every day that i am beautiful and that i don’t need to lose a pound, but if that is what i want to do he will support me through it. that is just what i needed. support. as opposed to someone just forcing it on me when i wasn’t ready for it.
i may have my moments but when it comes down to it, i am worth it. i am beautiful too, inside and out..just as i am. and it is time for me to love myself and my body.
i hope everyone out there who feels the same realizes they are beautiful. and i know that i need to keep reminding myself the same. :)
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!
Hi everyone! My name is Quinn, and I support total self confidence! This is a self-protrait I drew recently as part of my art collection. After years of comparing myself to my smaller friends, feeling bad about my body, and wishing to be taller or skinnier, I’ve decided it’s time to love myself. My blog is http://starscamefallingonourheads.tumblr.com , please stop by to check out some of my other art regarding confidence and body image! Thanks!
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
When I was standing in front of the mirror before I decided to take this picture, I felt alright about my body. But once I turned my webcam on, I suddenly became insecure about every detail.
I never had issues with the way I looked when I was younger. I was never teased about my height (I’m only 5’0) or my weight because I was always under 100lbs. I was blessed with a high metabolism and I knew I was lucky to be able to eat practically anything I wanted and never have to work out. The things I was always most insecure about throughout high school were my face and my breasts. My face was never pretty enough and they were never big enough - in my opinion. I’m not sure if over the past few years anything has changed about either of them, but I know that now I’m happy with the way they are. With a little bit of foundation, I’ve come to see that I do have a pretty face, even if it still is hard for me to admit it. And even though I would still prefer to be a B-cup so that my shirts would fit a little better, I’ve come to love my A-cup breasts, and realized that anything larger than a B would have me out of the nice proportion I have now.
Within the past year, however, my metabolism seems to be shifting and I’ve noticed that my legs and stomach have gotten larger. I’m afraid to step on the scale because, seeing as I don’t anticipate getting any taller, I don’t want to accept that I’ve gotten wider. I don’t think I’m fat, I just don’t like that parts of me have gotten bigger. My feelings about my body constantly flip back and forth each day. Most days I’m self conscious about how big my thighs seem when I sit down. Other days I look in the mirror and admire my sexy curves. Some days all I can focus on is how I feel things move when I walk that never used to. I worry about my slight cellulite, but then realize I see very few girls without it.
I’m trying to accept that it’s okay for parts of my body to get fuller, and that it’s all part of changing from a teenager into a woman. If I can learn to love my face and breasts, I know that with time I can learn to love the rest of me.
Hi! My name is Shannon and I’m 19 years old.
My life has always been about weight. I’ve honestly never heard the end of it from my family. My mothers side of the family is obese and being her daughter I gained that possibility of becoming bigger and getting diabetes. Kinda put a damper on my whole teenage years so far.
She always has been telling me what to eat and looking at me skeptically at restaurants and looking at what I choose to eat and making comments as if I don’t notice. My dad can do it too its just not as bad.
Throughout high school, (which was a private CATHOLIC school) I was pretty much the odd ball out. I didn’t have a set group of friends, and guys didn’t especially like me cause I was loud and super open and too friendly I guess. Story of my life. Finally it came to a point when I was depressed and didn’t want to go to school or ever get up in the morning. I wanted to die every day. I would pray that I would get cancer or some form of life threatening disease that would make it acceptable for me to die at such a young age. I went to a psychologist for a year, and finally made the decision to transfer to a public school for my senior year, which was probably the best decision I have ever made.
Also my sex life started when I was 16 about two weeks away from 17. I had sex with 3 guys. One in May, one in July, and one in November. My life still hadn’t been completely balanced out the way I wanted to. The reason I went so fast was because I honestly couldn’t believe that some form of a man would want to even have sex with me. I still can’t even grasp that concept yet. Which again my super ultra catholic conservative parents don’t understand or approve of. Le sigh.
I’ve tried dieting and such and let me tell you, it really is super hard. I am still doing my best to eat better and incorporate more healthy foods and cutting out the shit food. As for exercise, I’m not a running person. Just gonna leave it as that. I love sport like volleyball and soccer but I’m gonna work back up to that and start by walking around my neighborhood and such.
My mom said she weighed more than she did now before she was with my dad. I’m proud of her doing that but it’s not just as easy for me. After being beaten down by all the comments it just makes me want to retaliate and not stay healthy, which is clearly not the right choice.
She tells me that I should love myself. And she’s right. I’m truly working on getting there. I’m working on loving my pointy nose, my arm fat, my chubby tummy, the lines that my stomach get from sitting down, my boobs, and my butt. I’m trying my hardest to be positive, and even though I have skinny friends, I know I can be beautiful even at my current size.
Oh and still amazed that guys would even wanna get jiggy with me.
The smaller picture is just a part of who I am, the bigger picture is what I strive for every day.
Hello! This is my second submission. In the first I talked about being comfortable at my size, and that was true. Sure my family can tell me that it is not good, and I need to drop the pounds (they just wouldn’t go away). So I have accepted my body. However, I still avoided two things, shirts that showed my arms and shorts that were shorter than bremuda length.
This summer I decided to change that. It has been hot, most people in the USA know that. Its one of the hottest summers on record, and the hottest in my area since before I was born. I was dying in my normal attire. So I went out and bought the two things I loathed, and came out with this outfit. And guess what? I freaking love it. I wear it all the time, when I went on vacation in DC, to the grocery store, taking my dog for walks. I have decided that if I want to wear something, I should just do it. I should stop caring about what others think, even if I think it is fantastic. The shorts may be a little short, and occasionally the shirt may show my bra, but I don’t care, because it is 100 freaking degrees outside.
I hope you guys all have a fabulous summer.
This is my body, I’m mostly insecure about my giant thighs. For my entire life I’ve had people tell me to lose weight and to improve my body in they way they wanted me to. I will never forget the time in 6th grade after 2 years of bullying for lots of reasons, including my weight, when a bunch of boys shoved twinkies in my face and told me to “get my fat ass to hell” and I ran in the bathroom and made myself throw up for the first time which started up a vicious bulimic cycle that lasted for 2 years. It took me about a year and a half to go out in public not wearing baggy clothes. The first day I got the confidence to wear short shorts in 7th grade I was shot down again by another group of boys teasing me for an entire hour telling me to cover up my “disgusting legs” and to “wear some pants” and made gagging noises. It took me another 6 months to wear something tight fitting or short again. Now, this year I’ve been shot down multiple times in more subtle ways by a shit load of people, and you know how I responded? I didn’t give one fuck and showed up the next day in something shorter and tighter to say “fuck you I’m fabulous the way I am” and have decided that even though I’m on a diet, I will never be ashamed of my body again.
trigger warning: mentions of eating disorder
hi! im Karlie, I’m fourteen years old and I’ll be 15 in eleven days :)
the first time i probably started to feel bad about my “chub” was two years ago. i had a really obsessive crush on this boy since i was about 10, and two years ago at age 12 we were at a pool party. this boy who i really really liked flat out called me fat. it stirred inside of me for so long, making me angry and hurt and embarrassed. i wasn’t fat by any means- i simply had some extra stuff on my tummy. but it made me so upset. my older sister is now 22 and shes struggled with bulimia for seven long years, her problems have in fact tortured my entire family. i always secretly wanted to try and starve myself, i know that sounds odd but i thought it seemed so easy to just quit eating for a little while, lose that stubborn few lbs that always plagued me, and then go back to normal. but fortunately, with my knowledge from my sister, perhaps knowledge that was wise beyond my years, i decided not to start down such a dangerous path. so like any other teenager, i still get insecure. i have a bit of a muffin top and my thighs don’t have a gap separating them and my hip bones aren’t prominent. but that’s ok. I’m not going to ruin myself because i don’t look like a model. Sometimes it’s hard because my best friend ever is model skinny. She has a great thigh gap and an awesomely flat tummy and she’s very tall. It can be hard standing beside her at the beach, knowing she has the cruel society’s definition of a “perfect” body, and to the world I am not impressive. The thought also manages to work itself into my head every now and then about girls who are obviously skinnier and who refer to themselves as fat, I wonder, if they think THEY are fat, what could they possibly think of me? Because I don’t think I’m fat, but surely they do! But I cant let myself think that way, and neither can you. In the end I cant let myself care about old crushes or mean girls or stupid society. Comparison is the greatest thief of joy. Don’t mope because you don’t have a flat belly, rejoice because your alive and well and fed. Not to be cliche, but you really do ONLY live one time. Dont waste it crying about squishy thighs.
In the end, I am ME. And that’s all I can offer. I cannot be Miranda Kerr, I cannot be a predictable “tumblr girl”, I cannot be my slim best friend, I can only be me. So I might as well be happy. :-)