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One thing I am constantly working on is my confidence and accepting my body. So today, I wrote out two lists, one that said things about my body that I don’t care for (including my eczema, love handles, and tummy fat) and one including things that I do like (including my curvy hips, strong thighs, eyes, and relatively healthy body).
Having a healthy body greatly outweighs the things that I do not like about myself. Yes I have some fat that I do not care for, but I am healthy. I’m not overweight. Even though I do not have societies ideal body, I am beautiful and sexy.
I want to find myself beautiful no matter what weight I am, how many stretch marks or wrinkles I have, and how healthy I may or may not be.
I want to be so confident in myself that hopefully one day my future daughter will be confident in herself.
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One thing I am constantly working on is my confidence and accepting my body. So today, I wrote out two lists, one that said things about my body that I don’t care for (including my eczema, love handles, and tummy fat) and one including things that I do like (including my curvy hips, strong thighs, eyes, and relatively healthy body).

Having a healthy body greatly outweighs the things that I do not like about myself. Yes I have some fat that I do not care for, but I am healthy. I’m not overweight. Even though I do not have societies ideal body, I am beautiful and sexy.

I want to find myself beautiful no matter what weight I am, how many stretch marks or wrinkles I have, and how healthy I may or may not be.

I want to be so confident in myself that hopefully one day my future daughter will be confident in herself.

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Since a coworker made a few nasty comments about my lack of a thigh gap, making is a running (or lack of running) joke, back in 2009 I was always hesitant in a bathing suit. This insecurity would grow as I gained weight (approx. 35lbs) due to new birth control, HSV2 medications, and depression. I was fine with my upper body and bikini tops didn’t bother me; but the moment I put on the bottoms I felt miserable. This would lead to me not even buying bottoms and wearing cheap underwear under men’s swim trunks. But this year, I finally said screw it.
About a week ago I was in Italy teaching English at a summer camp and we were on the beach, which happened to be right next to a “naturalist” beach. I was chilling in a tummy control top, with knee length trunks on when a large 70-something year old woman walked by us on the way to the nudist side naked as a jay-bird. Why couldn’t I be that confidant in myself? How was it that I was so insecure wearing trunks and a “tummy tuck tankini top”? Instead of focusing on the women smaller then me and wishing I was little like them I really began to look around at the other women in bikinis, and I noticed something… not all of them were supermodel skinny, some of them were my size. So many people of different sizes wearing itty bitty bikinis, if any swim suit at all. So I went to the town and got some bikini bottoms, and I wore them. And you know what… I looked damn good.
This isn’t a story about immediate self-love; however, it is a story about beginning to except who I am and how I look. I did eventually put the swim trunks back on about 20 minutes later; I began to notice how big my thighs got when I sat down and how some of the people around me were muscular or thinner then me. I took a big step for me, and next time, I might go trunk-less for 30 minutes (maybe an hour if I’m daring). But I have to remind myself that I can’t try to be someone I’m not, I’m not the tiny person I used to be. At the same time, I’m reminding myself that I’m still me, and "me" is beautiful. 
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Since a coworker made a few nasty comments about my lack of a thigh gap, making is a running (or lack of running) joke, back in 2009 I was always hesitant in a bathing suit. This insecurity would grow as I gained weight (approx. 35lbs) due to new birth control, HSV2 medications, and depression. I was fine with my upper body and bikini tops didn’t bother me; but the moment I put on the bottoms I felt miserable. This would lead to me not even buying bottoms and wearing cheap underwear under men’s swim trunks. But this year, I finally said screw it.

About a week ago I was in Italy teaching English at a summer camp and we were on the beach, which happened to be right next to a “naturalist” beach. I was chilling in a tummy control top, with knee length trunks on when a large 70-something year old woman walked by us on the way to the nudist side naked as a jay-bird. Why couldn’t I be that confidant in myself? How was it that I was so insecure wearing trunks and a “tummy tuck tankini top”? Instead of focusing on the women smaller then me and wishing I was little like them I really began to look around at the other women in bikinis, and I noticed something… not all of them were supermodel skinny, some of them were my size. So many people of different sizes wearing itty bitty bikinis, if any swim suit at all. So I went to the town and got some bikini bottoms, and I wore them. And you know what… I looked damn good.

This isn’t a story about immediate self-love; however, it is a story about beginning to except who I am and how I look. I did eventually put the swim trunks back on about 20 minutes later; I began to notice how big my thighs got when I sat down and how some of the people around me were muscular or thinner then me. I took a big step for me, and next time, I might go trunk-less for 30 minutes (maybe an hour if I’m daring). But I have to remind myself that I can’t try to be someone I’m not, I’m not the tiny person I used to be. At the same time, I’m reminding myself that I’m still me, and "me" is beautiful

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TW ED
my eating disorder took over when i went off to college. since then, my weight has fluctuated by a substantial amount through bouts of restricting and binging. i’ve made myself sick. i’ve made people worried. and i’ve hated myself through six years of my life. 
it’s nuts to take a step back and realize: THIS SHIT IS STILL A PROBLEM. so i’m signed up for therapy. i’m practicing yoga to learn to love my body for it’s strength and beauty. and i’m learning to eat again.
http://somethington.tumblr.com
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TW ED

my eating disorder took over when i went off to college. since then, my weight has fluctuated by a substantial amount through bouts of restricting and binging. i’ve made myself sick. i’ve made people worried. and i’ve hated myself through six years of my life. 

it’s nuts to take a step back and realize: THIS SHIT IS STILL A PROBLEM. so i’m signed up for therapy. i’m practicing yoga to learn to love my body for it’s strength and beauty. and i’m learning to eat again.

http://somethington.tumblr.com

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Trigger Warning for measurements
24 yrs, 5 feet, 150 lbs, dress size 10
Two hours before this photo was taken, I was standing in the shower crying my eyes out wishing my mother were alive to tell me how beautiful I was. Instead my fiancé was nervously standing outside the shower stall reassuring me that I was not a disgusting blob of a human being who did not deserve his love. I felt such self-loathing because six months after purchasing my dress, it would not zip up all the way.
I could go on about how as I child I was taunted on a regular basis about my weight and how it has negatively affected my self-image, but the sad fact is I am still being taunted to this day. Only now it’s the endless bridal magazines that only feature women who are 50 pounds lighter and a foot taller than me. It’s the middle-aged women at my work that are constantly giving me weight loss tips without having asked for them. It’s my personal trainer reminding me that they can take my dress in two sizes when I have made it clear my ultimate goal is health, not weight loss. It’s my grandma who was adamant that I should not get a wedding dress one size up to be more comfortable because six months is a long time to lose 10 pounds. 
WELL GUESS WHAT SOCIETY! I HAVE CURVES AND THEY ARE DAMN SEXY. Why is it that on the happiest day of my life I should be a starving skeleton like version of myself? I want to be round and soft so I can embrace my family and friends with an abundance of my being. Why are women expected to look like coat racks and give their wedding dresses all the attention? I am wearing my wedding, my dress it is not wearing me. 
I just really want to know, who decided that becoming a bride means giving permission to be scrutinized by society? Being a bride, does not give you permission to talk about my weight. There is this revolutionary concept that all women are allowed to love the bodies they have and not be expected to want to change them to reflect your narrow definition of beauty. 
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Trigger Warning for measurements

24 yrs, 5 feet, 150 lbs, dress size 10

Two hours before this photo was taken, I was standing in the shower crying my eyes out wishing my mother were alive to tell me how beautiful I was. Instead my fiancé was nervously standing outside the shower stall reassuring me that I was not a disgusting blob of a human being who did not deserve his love. I felt such self-loathing because six months after purchasing my dress, it would not zip up all the way.

I could go on about how as I child I was taunted on a regular basis about my weight and how it has negatively affected my self-image, but the sad fact is I am still being taunted to this day. Only now it’s the endless bridal magazines that only feature women who are 50 pounds lighter and a foot taller than me. It’s the middle-aged women at my work that are constantly giving me weight loss tips without having asked for them. It’s my personal trainer reminding me that they can take my dress in two sizes when I have made it clear my ultimate goal is health, not weight loss. It’s my grandma who was adamant that I should not get a wedding dress one size up to be more comfortable because six months is a long time to lose 10 pounds. 

WELL GUESS WHAT SOCIETY! I HAVE CURVES AND THEY ARE DAMN SEXY. Why is it that on the happiest day of my life I should be a starving skeleton like version of myself? I want to be round and soft so I can embrace my family and friends with an abundance of my being. Why are women expected to look like coat racks and give their wedding dresses all the attention? I am wearing my wedding, my dress it is not wearing me. 

I just really want to know, who decided that becoming a bride means giving permission to be scrutinized by society? Being a bride, does not give you permission to talk about my weight. There is this revolutionary concept that all women are allowed to love the bodies they have and not be expected to want to change them to reflect your narrow definition of beauty. 

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Please don’t miss out on your life because you’re wasting your time thinking that you’re “too fat”, too skinny”, “too ugly”, ”too ________”
I’ve spent too much of my short 17 years despising my body and torturing it because i thought that id be happy once my body reached the ridiculous standards I placed on it.
Today is the day I start to love myself and REALLY love myself.
I am perfect and beautiful exactly the way I am and I am more than my body<33
(I dont have a tumblr so if you want to contact me for any reason, message me on fb [Syd Squid]- id love to talk to some of you c:)
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Please don’t miss out on your life because you’re wasting your time thinking that you’re “too fat”, too skinny”, “too ugly”, ”too ________”

I’ve spent too much of my short 17 years despising my body and torturing it because i thought that id be happy once my body reached the ridiculous standards I placed on it.

Today is the day I start to love myself and REALLY love myself.

I am perfect and beautiful exactly the way I am and I am more than my body<33

(I dont have a tumblr so if you want to contact me for any reason, message me on fb [Syd Squid]- id love to talk to some of you c:)

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"Don’t compromise yourself- you’re all that you’ve got."
Your body is not a steady size, it is not one shape.
It is not a list of accuracies, and inaccuracies.
It is not a set design; it does not stay in one mould.
Your body is a map, your body is a book; your body tells a tale.
Every inch speaks of a milestone, an event, an age. Every detail has meaning, every scar has a story, each mark holds a memory.
Understand your form, know it’s behaviour, appreciate it’s existence; thank it’s survival. But do not confuse it with the soul it bares. 
For you are more than a body can carry. You are precious, ambitious, and glorious.
No body can contain you, nobody can contain you.
The chains of the world will weigh you down, but your body shall never fail. The vast size of ignorance is unfathomable, but you are magnificent. 
Every hour of every day, the world pushes against you. This life tries to hold you down, exclaim that you are not good enough; squeeze you in to silent submission, shout that you must be small- quiet, un-noticable, nothing. Sit down- they’ll say, Silence, they’ll say.
But darling, expand.
Grow in to the full bodied person you were meant to be.
Strive to be happy, not to shrink.
Do not stay silent, be loud- be proud, do not hide yourself away.
For your stretch marks are signs that you have lived, your scars are acknowledgements of your struggles; body hair is a sign of life, and wrinkles contain wisdom beyond your wildest dreams.
Darling, do not be silenced.
Go strongly, lovingly, and be at one with yourself.
Accept yourself, for you are magnificent, and you are all that you&#8217;ve got.
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"Don’t compromise yourself- you’re all that you’ve got."

Your body is not a steady size, it is not one shape.

It is not a list of accuracies, and inaccuracies.

It is not a set design; it does not stay in one mould.

Your body is a map, your body is a book; your body tells a tale.

Every inch speaks of a milestone, an event, an age. Every detail has meaning, every scar has a story, each mark holds a memory.

Understand your form, know it’s behaviour, appreciate it’s existence; thank it’s survival. But do not confuse it with the soul it bares. 

For you are more than a body can carry. You are precious, ambitious, and glorious.

No body can contain you, nobody can contain you.

The chains of the world will weigh you down, but your body shall never fail. The vast size of ignorance is unfathomable, but you are magnificent. 

Every hour of every day, the world pushes against you. This life tries to hold you down, exclaim that you are not good enough; squeeze you in to silent submission, shout that you must be small- quiet, un-noticable, nothing. Sit down- they’ll say, Silence, they’ll say.

But darling, expand.

Grow in to the full bodied person you were meant to be.

Strive to be happy, not to shrink.

Do not stay silent, be loud- be proud, do not hide yourself away.

For your stretch marks are signs that you have lived, your scars are acknowledgements of your struggles; body hair is a sign of life, and wrinkles contain wisdom beyond your wildest dreams.

Darling, do not be silenced.

Go strongly, lovingly, and be at one with yourself.

Accept yourself, for you are magnificent, and you are all that you’ve got.

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I grew up with people making excuses for my weight. My nan would call it ‘puppy fat’ and my mum would inform me that ‘it wouldn’t be fair’ if I was funny, smart, AND skinny. I wasn’t any better. I made excuses for myself too, and would tell myself every year that next year would be different. It wasn’t. I didn’t make any changes and I never learned to love who I was because I was waiting to transform from the chubby caterpillar into a beautiful, sleek, sophisticated looking butterfly. I never dreamed that all I was waiting for was acceptance from myself.
I’ve had bad self-esteem for years and it’s only since University that it’s gotten better. I’ve learned that people don’t really care about size, and I found it sad that they could accept me while I couldn’t. My housemates taught me that I’m not too big to be excluded, and I’ve learned to stop being apologetic about my weight. I worked out what size clothes I should be wearing and I’ve stopped crying over the numbers on the tags. I don’t wish I was anything but me. I’m not ugly because I’m fat. I’m beautiful with or without the extra digits on the scale. I’ve let happy, out-going, accepting people into my life and it’s made everything better. I know that it’s the steps I’ve taken to know myself, to accept myself, that I can have healthy relationships with others.
I’m happy because I’m finally coming to peace with who I am, and I’m happy because this blog exists.
If you ever need a friend, or just an ear, you can find me at: ibexie.tumblr.com
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I grew up with people making excuses for my weight. My nan would call it ‘puppy fat’ and my mum would inform me that ‘it wouldn’t be fair’ if I was funny, smart, AND skinny. I wasn’t any better. I made excuses for myself too, and would tell myself every year that next year would be different. It wasn’t. I didn’t make any changes and I never learned to love who I was because I was waiting to transform from the chubby caterpillar into a beautiful, sleek, sophisticated looking butterfly. I never dreamed that all I was waiting for was acceptance from myself.

I’ve had bad self-esteem for years and it’s only since University that it’s gotten better. I’ve learned that people don’t really care about size, and I found it sad that they could accept me while I couldn’t. My housemates taught me that I’m not too big to be excluded, and I’ve learned to stop being apologetic about my weight. I worked out what size clothes I should be wearing and I’ve stopped crying over the numbers on the tags. I don’t wish I was anything but me. I’m not ugly because I’m fat. I’m beautiful with or without the extra digits on the scale. I’ve let happy, out-going, accepting people into my life and it’s made everything better. I know that it’s the steps I’ve taken to know myself, to accept myself, that I can have healthy relationships with others.

I’m happy because I’m finally coming to peace with who I am, and I’m happy because this blog exists.

If you ever need a friend, or just an ear, you can find me at: ibexie.tumblr.com

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Heyhi people. My name is Kayla and I just turned fifteen years old. I’m 5’10 and I weigh about 225. Yes, that’s overweight. Many generations of women in my family have struggled with their weight (my grandmother was 350+ until she started juicing several years ago, my mother has been a steady 400 my entire life, and I fear I’m following in their footsteps.) I love my family to death, I really do. But I’m worried about us. Not just them, but myself as well. They’ve taught me my entire life that food is good and you should enjoy eating. That food is meant to be used as a comfort. I’ve always been picked last in sports (besides basketball, but that’s because of my height), I can’t run in Phys Ed without having an emotional breakdown. I have severe social anxiety and I was diagnosed with depression at  the age of eleven. I’ve done a lot of things to hurt myself because I cannot stand my body. I’m covered in stretch marks, my hips are huge and my tummy is definitely there. It doesn’t help that I’m clumsy as hell and covered in scars.
Since the fifth grade I’ve gone to a uniform school, and I didn’t understand why I looked so different from the rest of the girls in their uniforms. Boys never wanted to flirt with me the way they did the other girls. In sixth grade there was a group of girls who decided to bully me because I had huge (36C is pretty big for a sixth grader) boobs and I didn’t tie up the back of my uniform with a hairtye like every other girl. It really got to me. I wanted to change, but I didn’t know how, so I went home an ate. I managed to grow four inches that year, which helped a little bit with the ‘fat’ image, but I still knew my weight and it constantly bothered me. Those bullies stayed with me and tortured me almost every day for three years.
I’m going to be a 10th grader this year at a new school (no uniforms) and I’ve discovered that boys can actually appreciate girls with bigger bodies. I had a boy that I had had a crush on since the sixth grade tell me last year at a dance, “Wow Kayla, you look absolutely stunning tonight…” because I was wearing a pretty dress that hugged me in all the right places. Something in that moment clicked for me, and since I’ve been learning to love myself. I’m not 100% there. Loving myself will always be a challenge for me, but I enjoy a challenge :)
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Heyhi people. My name is Kayla and I just turned fifteen years old. I’m 5’10 and I weigh about 225. Yes, that’s overweight. Many generations of women in my family have struggled with their weight (my grandmother was 350+ until she started juicing several years ago, my mother has been a steady 400 my entire life, and I fear I’m following in their footsteps.) I love my family to death, I really do. But I’m worried about us. Not just them, but myself as well. They’ve taught me my entire life that food is good and you should enjoy eating. That food is meant to be used as a comfort. 
I’ve always been picked last in sports (besides basketball, but that’s because of my height), I can’t run in Phys Ed without having an emotional breakdown. I have severe social anxiety and I was diagnosed with depression at  the age of eleven. I’ve done a lot of things to hurt myself because I cannot stand my body. I’m covered in stretch marks, my hips are huge and my tummy is definitely there. It doesn’t help that I’m clumsy as hell and covered in scars.

Since the fifth grade I’ve gone to a uniform school, and I didn’t understand why I looked so different from the rest of the girls in their uniforms. Boys never wanted to flirt with me the way they did the other girls. In sixth grade there was a group of girls who decided to bully me because I had huge (36C is pretty big for a sixth grader) boobs and I didn’t tie up the back of my uniform with a hairtye like every other girl. It really got to me. I wanted to change, but I didn’t know how, so I went home an ate. I managed to grow four inches that year, which helped a little bit with the ‘fat’ image, but I still knew my weight and it constantly bothered me. Those bullies stayed with me and tortured me almost every day for three years.

I’m going to be a 10th grader this year at a new school (no uniforms) and I’ve discovered that boys can actually appreciate girls with bigger bodies. I had a boy that I had had a crush on since the sixth grade tell me last year at a dance, “Wow Kayla, you look absolutely stunning tonight…” because I was wearing a pretty dress that hugged me in all the right places. Something in that moment clicked for me, and since I’ve been learning to love myself. I’m not 100% there. Loving myself will always be a challenge for me, but I enjoy a challenge :)

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So i thought i would talk about age issues.
Why dont you act your age, how old are you, and Jay your 31 years old are comments i hear on a weekly basis. These comments usually come about because i have done or said something a 31 year old is not allowed to say. Apparently when you hit 30 years of age there is a way society expects you to act. And sadly i dont fall into that expectation. So what are these expectations? Well it tends to be your typical nuclear family, husband, wife, two kids, preferably one boy and one girl. You will also have a secure full time job and have a mortgage on your first house. Your wife looking after the kids and keeping the house tidy. This is the along the same lines as what the conservatives want you to be like (see marriage tax break). This ideals are very old fashioned ans havent really evolved even though society has evolved. So why dont i fit into the ideal? I&#8217;m 31 years old, im technically single according to the forms (i have a girlfriend), i have no kids, i work part time, full time University student and i live at home with my mum and step-dad. If you didnt know my age you would think im 19 years old.
Then we have the maturity level of what a 30 year old should be like. When i was 29 myself and four friends were having a pub lunch, my friend had a coffee with two small chocolate pieces to accompany it, he used the first one to stir his coffee, he then got the second one out and started to stir again, i used the opportunity to slap his hand which made him drop the chocolate piece into his coffee, we both found this hilarious, my other friend turned round, looked at me with that disapproving mother look and said &#8220;Jay your nearly 30&#8221;. The issue i had with this was my actions hadn&#8217;t upset anyone, it didnt cause an argument and it achieved a few chuckles, whats the harm in that? Ahhh because i was at the time nearly 30.We are told way to much about how we should act any age not just 30, when it comes down to it act how you want to act, and if it means you are not hurting anyone in the process then why should it matter if you are 30 acting 19? We are individuals do hat you want to do. I will continue to put dice in peoples tea, i will continue to hide one shoe, i will always swap peoples pictures over, because thats me, and thats why you love me.
Feel free to visit my tumblr page www.jayyylord.tumblr.com
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So i thought i would talk about age issues.

Why dont you act your age, how old are you, and Jay your 31 years old are comments i hear on a weekly basis. These comments usually come about because i have done or said something a 31 year old is not allowed to say. Apparently when you hit 30 years of age there is a way society expects you to act. And sadly i dont fall into that expectation. So what are these expectations? Well it tends to be your typical nuclear family, husband, wife, two kids, preferably one boy and one girl. You will also have a secure full time job and have a mortgage on your first house. Your wife looking after the kids and keeping the house tidy. This is the along the same lines as what the conservatives want you to be like (see marriage tax break). This ideals are very old fashioned ans havent really evolved even though society has evolved. So why dont i fit into the ideal? I’m 31 years old, im technically single according to the forms (i have a girlfriend), i have no kids, i work part time, full time University student and i live at home with my mum and step-dad. If you didnt know my age you would think im 19 years old.

Then we have the maturity level of what a 30 year old should be like. When i was 29 myself and four friends were having a pub lunch, my friend had a coffee with two small chocolate pieces to accompany it, he used the first one to stir his coffee, he then got the second one out and started to stir again, i used the opportunity to slap his hand which made him drop the chocolate piece into his coffee, we both found this hilarious, my other friend turned round, looked at me with that disapproving mother look and said “Jay your nearly 30”. The issue i had with this was my actions hadn’t upset anyone, it didnt cause an argument and it achieved a few chuckles, whats the harm in that? Ahhh because i was at the time nearly 30.We are told way to much about how we should act any age not just 30, when it comes down to it act how you want to act, and if it means you are not hurting anyone in the process then why should it matter if you are 30 acting 19? We are individuals do hat you want to do. I will continue to put dice in peoples tea, i will continue to hide one shoe, i will always swap peoples pictures over, because thats me, and thats why you love me.

Feel free to visit my tumblr page www.jayyylord.tumblr.com

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TW: Sexual Abuse/Rape
Hi everyone.  My name is Scott, and I was sexually abused as a child. I have spent the past 7 years struggling with depression, guilt, low self-esteem, and intimacy issues.  Most people, including friends and family, have always been quick to stereotype me as a happy go-lucky &#8220;jock&#8221;.  This could not be any further from the truth.  For years, I have lied to everyone (including myself) by masking my pain and insecurities.    
Over the past year or so, I have taken a big step forward in the healing process.  Counseling sessions and discussing the abuse with others has really helped me A LOT.  It still is a day-to-day challenge, but I am in such a much better place now.  I have really begun embracing the self-love/body positive philosophies, and have acquired a much more positive self-image. It has been a long time since I have felt this good about myself.
The people and stories on this site are so inspirational.  I wanted to take a moment to share my story.  Please continue to love yourself. 
Feel free to message me at my tumblr below
http://evenflow1996.tumblr.com/
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TW: Sexual Abuse/Rape

Hi everyone.  My name is Scott, and I was sexually abused as a child. I have spent the past 7 years struggling with depression, guilt, low self-esteem, and intimacy issues.  Most people, including friends and family, have always been quick to stereotype me as a happy go-lucky “jock”.  This could not be any further from the truth.  For years, I have lied to everyone (including myself) by masking my pain and insecurities.    

Over the past year or so, I have taken a big step forward in the healing process.  Counseling sessions and discussing the abuse with others has really helped me A LOT.  It still is a day-to-day challenge, but I am in such a much better place now.  I have really begun embracing the self-love/body positive philosophies, and have acquired a much more positive self-image. It has been a long time since I have felt this good about myself.

The people and stories on this site are so inspirational.  I wanted to take a moment to share my story.  Please continue to love yourself. 

Feel free to message me at my tumblr below

http://evenflow1996.tumblr.com/

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