Our mission: to love ourselves, every last inch! To support others, help build positive self esteem! This is The Body Peace Revolution!

This is a place of encouragement, a place to talk about body image, a place for feeling beautiful. No matter what you look like, what color, what gender, what size or however many "flaws", healthy, not healthy, working on it, 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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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.
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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.

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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.
Nananananananananana.
The smaller picture is just a part of who I am, the bigger picture is what I strive for every day.
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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.

Nananananananananana.

The smaller picture is just a part of who I am, the bigger picture is what I strive for every day.

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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.
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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.

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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.
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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.

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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. :-)
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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. :-)

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This photo shows all the things I used to dislike about myself: my round face, my thick hips and thighs, my b-cups, my waist. To be honest, I still don’t fully love myself, something I’m working on. This blog has taught me that no matter your shape or size, you are beautiful, and no rude comments or hateful looks can ever take that from you. I’m mildly depressed, and still have days when I don’t want to leave the house, let aloe my bed. These are thankfully becoming fewer in number thanks to a wonderfully supportive boyfriend and a growing confidence in who I am. To everyone reading this: I love you, and you should love you too. You’re a beautiful, wonderful person, inside and out. <3lorifly.tumblr.com 
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This photo shows all the things I used to dislike about myself: my round face, my thick hips and thighs, my b-cups, my waist. To be honest, I still don’t fully love myself, something I’m working on. This blog has taught me that no matter your shape or size, you are beautiful, and no rude comments or hateful looks can ever take that from you. I’m mildly depressed, and still have days when I don’t want to leave the house, let aloe my bed. These are thankfully becoming fewer in number thanks to a wonderfully supportive boyfriend and a growing confidence in who I am. To everyone reading this: I love you, and you should love you too. You’re a beautiful, wonderful person, inside and out. <3
lorifly.tumblr.com 

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This is me at a renaissance faire. Two years ago, I wouldn&#8217;t have posed for a picture like this. I wouldn&#8217;t have done it so casually or easily. I wouldn&#8217;t have made a silly face (especially not one that made my face look so (gasp!) round!), and I definitely wouldn&#8217;t have posted it online.
But now? I love it and I love me. I&#8217;m fat and I know I&#8217;m beautiful and, more importantly, I know that I&#8217;m more than what I look like. I strive every day to be a good person and to make others laugh and to be silly and not take things too seriously.
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This is me at a renaissance faire. Two years ago, I wouldn’t have posed for a picture like this. I wouldn’t have done it so casually or easily. I wouldn’t have made a silly face (especially not one that made my face look so (gasp!) round!), and I definitely wouldn’t have posted it online.

But now? I love it and I love me. I’m fat and I know I’m beautiful and, more importantly, I know that I’m more than what I look like. I strive every day to be a good person and to make others laugh and to be silly and not take things too seriously.

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hello, i&#8217;m Loren. first of all i&#8217;d like to say that i adore this blog and everyone who contributes to it! i have beaten a 5 year long self harm habit, which was caused by abuse as a child. i was constantly told that i was fat, ugly and useless. i started starving myself at the age of 13, and have battled with bulimia on and off since then. after 9 months in a psychiatric unit and 6 years of therapy, i am finally stronger than ever. i have been diagnosed with extreme manic depression and post-traumatic stress disorder. i am also dyslexic.it has taken a lot of hard work and even more optimism. i love myself, i love my body. i wouldn&#8217;t change myself for the world. it has now been a year and 5 months since i last cut myself and i am healthy, happy, positive and determined for change. i also write positive graffiti/notes. (i shall submit some of those here too.)everyone is beautiful.  
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hello, i’m Loren. first of all i’d like to say that i adore this blog and everyone who contributes to it! 
i have beaten a 5 year long self harm habit, which was caused by abuse as a child. i was constantly told that i was fat, ugly and useless. i started starving myself at the age of 13, and have battled with bulimia on and off since then. after 9 months in a psychiatric unit and 6 years of therapy, i am finally stronger than ever. i have been diagnosed with extreme manic depression and post-traumatic stress disorder. i am also dyslexic.
it has taken a lot of hard work and even more optimism. i love myself, i love my body. i wouldn’t change myself for the world. 
it has now been a year and 5 months since i last cut myself and i am healthy, happy, positive and determined for change. i also write positive graffiti/notes. (i shall submit some of those here too.)

everyone is beautiful.  

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Trigger Warning: measurements
I&#8217;m Caitlin, this is me, all 5&#8217;0 (60in) of me. 
I&#8217;ve been made fun of for being short, for being half Indian, for being the &#8220;odd one out,&#8221; for having that scar on my stomach and loads of other things. And you know what? I still love my body. I&#8217;ve learned to be resilient in my thinking and my beliefs in myself. 
http://fle3tf0xes.tumblr.com/
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Trigger Warning: measurements

I’m Caitlin, this is me, all 5’0 (60in) of me. 

I’ve been made fun of for being short, for being half Indian, for being the “odd one out,” for having that scar on my stomach and loads of other things. And you know what? I still love my body. I’ve learned to be resilient in my thinking and my beliefs in myself. 

http://fle3tf0xes.tumblr.com/

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My name is Lauren, and I currently struggle with insecurities regarding my body, but I am slowly becoming comfortable in my own skin and accepting myself as I am naturally. I feel self-conscious of my thinness, particularly my slim hips and legs. I am also self-conscious of the size of my breasts because I believe they are too large for my small frame. I have often been accused of having anorexia, and been told to “gain weight” or “eat a cheeseburger”. Comments such as these have a profound effect; they make me feel objectified and judged, as if the shape of my body matters more than my personality or my hobbies. This is not true! No matter what your body looks like, your personality is what defines you.
So what if I am not curvy? So what is my breasts are not “in proportion” with the rest of my body? I am a happy, healthy young woman. I don’t deserve snarky comments regarding my size and shape. I deserve respect and to be judged by my mind, not my body.
Modern culture constantly crams us into categories, tells us we do not look good enough, and encourages us to attempt to change our inherent biology. Instead of striving for perfection and putting ourselves and others down when we don’t measure up, we should aspire to accept one another and put an end to body-hate.
http://sylentsongs.tumblr.com/
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My name is Lauren, and I currently struggle with insecurities regarding my body, but I am slowly becoming comfortable in my own skin and accepting myself as I am naturally. I feel self-conscious of my thinness, particularly my slim hips and legs. I am also self-conscious of the size of my breasts because I believe they are too large for my small frame. I have often been accused of having anorexia, and been told to “gain weight” or “eat a cheeseburger”. Comments such as these have a profound effect; they make me feel objectified and judged, as if the shape of my body matters more than my personality or my hobbies. This is not true! No matter what your body looks like, your personality is what defines you.

So what if I am not curvy? So what is my breasts are not “in proportion” with the rest of my body? I am a happy, healthy young woman. I don’t deserve snarky comments regarding my size and shape. I deserve respect and to be judged by my mind, not my body.

Modern culture constantly crams us into categories, tells us we do not look good enough, and encourages us to attempt to change our inherent biology. Instead of striving for perfection and putting ourselves and others down when we don’t measure up, we should aspire to accept one another and put an end to body-hate.

http://sylentsongs.tumblr.com/

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