Posts tagged legs
Posts tagged legs
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
Hello, my name is Vicky. I’ve always been the chubby one of all my cousins and most of the time that makes me feel horrible. Why is it that they’re all beautiful and skinny when I’m not? I hide behind big clothes and make up and I don’t let anyone see how the fact that I’m different hurts me. I’ve never been bullied but then again I am my biggest and meanest judge. I can count with one hand the times when I have truly felt beautiful and I want to change that. I want to be able to accept that being different its not always a bad thing. I want to wake up and think I’m beautiful. I know I have a long way to go but its not impossible or at least thats what I’m trying to believe. I may never get to be as skinny as my cousins but I can at least achieve the confidence they have.. And if I can, so can you. :)
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
TRIGGER WARNING: SELF-HARM, EATING DISORDERS, DEPRESSION
Hello. I used to self-harm in a variety of ways. This picture is of one of my thighs, complete with my scars. I used to cut my thighs almost every day and sometimes multiple times a day. I did this for 4-5 years. I would sometimes hit my arms against walls until I was completely bruised, make myself vomit just because I felt so dirty or starve for days because it made me feel clean. I was so insecure about my weight, how my body was shaped, and I even believed that my face was disfigured. I could not deal with my overwhelming self-hatred. I was hospitalized many times. I went to counseling and was put on medicines and I even got to such a low point in my life that I attempted suicide.
BUT I am proud to say it has been over a year since I cut. I am wearing shorts during the summer now! I used to be so self-conscious of my scars that I would wear pants in 90 degree weather. I go to the beach now and put on my bikini and let other people think what they want if they happen to notice my scars. But honestly, most people don’t even seem to notice! I kept myself all covered up for all those years so I wouldn’t shock or disgust other people, when really I shouldn’t have gave a DAMN and just wore what I wanted. I eat healthy now and I have finally ended my vicious gaining/losing cycle which left me feeling depressed, not “perfect” (as I had been aiming for). I am still working on truly loving myself but I have come to accept my scars as a part of me. I will learn to love them, and my body, more and more with each passing day.
~May slightly trigger~ Hey there. I am Adrianna. I’m 20 years old, 5’5 and don’t care about what I weigh. I was rail thin as a kid, I didn’t eat a lot. I would always hide and throw my food away, I just didn’t want it. When I got into my teenage years, I ballooned. Everything on me grew. My weight was devistating. I had no self esteem, I was the weird girl in middle school. My dad always made fun of me by picking on me about my weight. I hurt myself daily and I didn’t eat. I very rarely ate. I didn’t think it showed at all. My body looked the same to me everyday. But I guess my family knew I was doing something. High school came, and I was fluctuating weight like it was my joib. I stopped eating and walked everywhere for about a year, but then a lot of things happened in my life. I came to terms with this body. Its my body. I would like to tone it more yes, because there is always room for improvments. But I am happy with this. And I couldn’t say it for so long. I may not have the biggest butt or the smallest waist. I may not have the most perky chest or small thighs but this is me. Every inch of this body is mine to take care of and that’s what it all comes down to. Be happy, be healthy and love yourself. No one runs your life but you, so take control and love who you are.
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.
This is my thigh appreciation post. I’ve been in recovery for bulimia for the past 6 months and I’ve always been too embarrassed to do one of these before. I’m sick of crying over my lack of thigh-gap and hating myself for not being “strong” enough to achieve one. These legs carry me through grueling spin classes, help me maintain balance in Pilates, and put up with the pounding of running down hard streets. They have taken me to beautiful countries and have put up with razor cuts and cigarette burns. I’m done with hating them and hiding them and scratching and punching them. My legs are strong and I love them. That is all.
this is one of the first photos i ever took after i became happy with myself. i remember at one point in my life, i would have wanted to puke after looking at this. but to my own shock, i look at myself and think “look how curvy and lovely my body looks. look how sexy and alluring that turned out. WHO IS THAT?” :3
if people call me a fatty or talk about how i’m lardy and nasty i laugh in their face. cause its true. and they are so stupid for thinking that stating the obvious would ever hurt me. they can keep their stupid misconceptions about my body and how it looks, smells, feels and tastes. i’m fat-tastic. i’m gorgeous and loved and successful.
never let a person use “fat” to insult you.
"fat" does not mean anything other than the scientific definition of adipose cells.
everyone has them.
and the bigots that try to use that to devalue you and your gorgeous, strong, worthy body?
they store all of their fat between their ears.
TW: Eating Disorder
This is me, two weeks into my recovery from bulimia. I have never been happier with my body in my entire life. I am beautiful and I know that now. For the first time, I can look in the mirror and smile.
Before this summer I would have never been able let myself wear shorts this short. Before this summer I would have never been able let myself wear shorts this short, let alone have them be a color other than black or jean. I have always been insecure about my legs and stomach, and in ways I still am. For the longest time I suffered from an eating disorder because my mother would constantly push me and make comments about how I needed to lose weight, or be more girly, or to stop doing pointless things like art, or to wear clothes that covered up my faults like my legs and stomach. I would binge on food, eating until I felt sick, then I would tell myself I was disgusting and worthless and not eat or eat very little for three or four days after that. I would always revert back to food though, gorging myself again and repeating the cycle. I went on like this for about two years. I did it partially because I disliked my body, but mostly because I disliked myself because of how my mother made me feel. I couldn’t accept myself because of her words. And, I thought that if she couldn’t accept who I was then I could change my outside to make her and others accept me, but that’s not how it should be. The only way to can be happy it to listen to yourself and be thankful for what you have. It took me a long time to learn that, and even then I still have problems sometimes, but that’s okay. No one can ever make me feel less of myself anymore because I will go to hell and back before they do. I am proud of the body I was born with, sure it’s not perfect but it makes me who I am. I will now wear shorts proudly.
I’ve struggled with my self image for as long as I could remember. I’m trying to believe that it’s all in my head, because I’m tired of taking it out on my body. I feel much more healthy, and that makes me happy. :)