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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I wish I could erase every thought in every woman’s, every little girls head that because they have large thighs and freckles or because they have acne, too much or too little hair, a loud laugh and a smile with a crack that their happiness broke through, that they’ve nothing to worry about; and I wish I could erase every sad smile we have to fake when girls we admire for their physicality say they’re fat.

The thing is, I’m 17, and the brain is a complicated thing. We, when harming who we are, are crippled; I mean, without the brain, you’re nothing. Literally nothing. A slab of meat (attractive meat, however) attached to a wonderful face.

I got conscious of my acne and thighs and lack of glimmer when I was nine; and have disappeared further and further since.  When my Father got Terminal Cancer, I thought logic had driven it away; however I just replaced it with school work…and here I am- starting to recover. I still have Depression, OCD , Anxiety beyond any human level and Panic Attacks related to all that’s going on in my life, but little thoughts and comparisons still remain to remind me of what I’m not, pulling me back to all I CAN’T do because I’m too chubby. I have thoughts of a boys face I like and how disgusted they would be as they cuddle me, the better options all around them.

You deserve better.

I’ve never once been called pretty. I’ve never once been kissed, had someone or was looked at (knowingly) the way we all wish ourselves to be. I find my nose a little strange, my thighs too large and my acne less than desirable- my eyes too blue and my pupils too large.  But that’s the key phrase there; less than desirable. By whom? People you’ve never met? We aren’t sitting next to them when they’re in love or during loss and who says we ever will be and when we are they certainly wish for kindness and love as opposed to a glass picture to watch and admire….to smash. You are every colour ever invented, every breath ever breathed and every atom that makes us up.  One day I’ll stop comparing myself- but I’ve gotten far. I have moments when I think of myself as pretty, and others when I fake it. I drown out my actual thoughts until I realize the stupidity behind my old ones.  I look in the mirror and don’t look at every individual spot on my face as I used to, to pinpoint my imperfections, but rather at my eyes where my soul should lay and is, in itself, beautiful.

Please know that you’re not perfect. Seven letters couldn’t encompass the beauty behind who you are- everything wonderful and gorgeous and scary and horrible and you and complicated.  You are the most beautiful person you could ever be. You are. You really are. Seriously.
Love, Casey <3 
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I wish I could erase every thought in every woman’s, every little girls head that because they have large thighs and freckles or because they have acne, too much or too little hair, a loud laugh and a smile with a crack that their happiness broke through, that they’ve nothing to worry about; and I wish I could erase every sad smile we have to fake when girls we admire for their physicality say they’re fat.

The thing is, I’m 17, and the brain is a complicated thing. We, when harming who we are, are crippled; I mean, without the brain, you’re nothing. Literally nothing. A slab of meat (attractive meat, however) attached to a wonderful face.

I got conscious of my acne and thighs and lack of glimmer when I was nine; and have disappeared further and further since.  When my Father got Terminal Cancer, I thought logic had driven it away; however I just replaced it with school work…and here I am- starting to recover. I still have Depression, OCD , Anxiety beyond any human level and Panic Attacks related to all that’s going on in my life, but little thoughts and comparisons still remain to remind me of what I’m not, pulling me back to all I CAN’T do because I’m too chubby. I have thoughts of a boys face I like and how disgusted they would be as they cuddle me, the better options all around them.

You deserve better.

I’ve never once been called pretty. I’ve never once been kissed, had someone or was looked at (knowingly) the way we all wish ourselves to be. I find my nose a little strange, my thighs too large and my acne less than desirable- my eyes too blue and my pupils too large.  But that’s the key phrase there; less than desirable. By whom? People you’ve never met? We aren’t sitting next to them when they’re in love or during loss and who says we ever will be and when we are they certainly wish for kindness and love as opposed to a glass picture to watch and admire….to smash. You are every colour ever invented, every breath ever breathed and every atom that makes us up.  One day I’ll stop comparing myself- but I’ve gotten far. I have moments when I think of myself as pretty, and others when I fake it. I drown out my actual thoughts until I realize the stupidity behind my old ones.  I look in the mirror and don’t look at every individual spot on my face as I used to, to pinpoint my imperfections, but rather at my eyes where my soul should lay and is, in itself, beautiful.

Please know that you’re not perfect. Seven letters couldn’t encompass the beauty behind who you are- everything wonderful and gorgeous and scary and horrible and you and complicated.  You are the most beautiful person you could ever be. You are. You really are. Seriously.

Love, Casey <3 

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My second submission because I thought of more to say&#8230;
I absolutely hate certain things about me. I hate my ears, because they stick out way too much and I think it&#8217;s unattractive. I cover them with my hair almost constantly. I have this one bottom tooth that isn&#8217;t in line with my other teeth, and it really bothers me. My bust is small. I break out really badly sometimes. My hair is frizzy and dry. I think my eyes are too small for my face. I have a fat roll when I sit down. My thighs rub together when I walk. I think my nose is weird.
But you know what? It&#8217;s who I am. My ears help me hear, and I&#8217;m thankful for that. My teeth allow me to eat, and I&#8217;m thankful for that. My bust doesn&#8217;t have to be big for me to be attractive. Acne can be covered, it&#8217;s a natural part of life, and it&#8217;ll go away eventually. My hair can be really pretty when I take proper care of it. My eyes are a lovely color (I think, anyway) and I can see perfectly. I&#8217;m pretty sure everyone has a bit of a roll when they sit. So what if I don&#8217;t have a thigh gap? And noses are just kind of weird in general ;P
Although there are aspects of myself that I wish were different, I&#8217;m starting to accept my body for what it is. I need to take the best care of it that I can, because it&#8217;s the only one I&#8217;ll ever have.
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My second submission because I thought of more to say…

I absolutely hate certain things about me. I hate my ears, because they stick out way too much and I think it’s unattractive. I cover them with my hair almost constantly. I have this one bottom tooth that isn’t in line with my other teeth, and it really bothers me. My bust is small. I break out really badly sometimes. My hair is frizzy and dry. I think my eyes are too small for my face. I have a fat roll when I sit down. My thighs rub together when I walk. I think my nose is weird.

But you know what? It’s who I am. My ears help me hear, and I’m thankful for that. My teeth allow me to eat, and I’m thankful for that. My bust doesn’t have to be big for me to be attractive. Acne can be covered, it’s a natural part of life, and it’ll go away eventually. My hair can be really pretty when I take proper care of it. My eyes are a lovely color (I think, anyway) and I can see perfectly. I’m pretty sure everyone has a bit of a roll when they sit. So what if I don’t have a thigh gap? And noses are just kind of weird in general ;P

Although there are aspects of myself that I wish were different, I’m starting to accept my body for what it is. I need to take the best care of it that I can, because it’s the only one I’ll ever have.

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Hello everyone!
I’m not a native speaker so please be nice and if I’m doing mistakes tell me, always is good to learn.
I’ve been following this blog for two months. I found it because I was searching for girls who feel insecure like me and reading everything you post here is amazing.
Finally I’m brave enough to write something myself, I created this account just for doing it. I’m going to tell you, feel insecure when everybody around you think that you are self-confident is not easy.
I don’t like to talk about myself but sometimes I need that someone hears me. I would like it to be here because girls who read and post in this blog are really nice, beautiful and brave.
My insecurities began when I was 10, I’m curvy and beacuse of that people used to tell me that I should control my weigth because I was too young for being fat. When I grow up I got my bras, and they grew a lot, so I got stretch marks that really anoyed me. Then stretch marks appear in a lot of parts of my body - Like boobs, hips and legs - I felt terrible.
Never had a boyfriend even when some boys where really nice and I like them. I was really insecure and even if they had things for me I denied it all and thought that nobody could love me because of my body.
Reading this girl’s experiences makes me feel stronger, better, like I can rule the world. Because I don’t have to be skinny, fat, black, white, tall or short for being a good person. I’m beautiful I know it, the stretch marks don’t make me ugly, they are just part of me.
Sometimes it’s hard to accept yourself but when you do it and love yorself as well, the feeling is just amazing. Tell every girl you know that she is beautiful everytime you can. That’s something that we need sometimes.
Now, everyday I look at myself in the mirror and give myself a smile because that’s how good things starts. Maybe sometimes I look at my body and feel wrong, but then I think about how other really good things I have are so beautiful that in fact nothing in myself is wrong.
I hope I’m brave enough to take a picture of myself next time. Love you girls, thanks for everything!
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Hello everyone!

I’m not a native speaker so please be nice and if I’m doing mistakes tell me, always is good to learn.

I’ve been following this blog for two months. I found it because I was searching for girls who feel insecure like me and reading everything you post here is amazing.

Finally I’m brave enough to write something myself, I created this account just for doing it. I’m going to tell you, feel insecure when everybody around you think that you are self-confident is not easy.

I don’t like to talk about myself but sometimes I need that someone hears me. I would like it to be here because girls who read and post in this blog are really nice, beautiful and brave.

My insecurities began when I was 10, I’m curvy and beacuse of that people used to tell me that I should control my weigth because I was too young for being fat. When I grow up I got my bras, and they grew a lot, so I got stretch marks that really anoyed me. Then stretch marks appear in a lot of parts of my body - Like boobs, hips and legs - I felt terrible.

Never had a boyfriend even when some boys where really nice and I like them. I was really insecure and even if they had things for me I denied it all and thought that nobody could love me because of my body.

Reading this girl’s experiences makes me feel stronger, better, like I can rule the world. Because I don’t have to be skinny, fat, black, white, tall or short for being a good person. I’m beautiful I know it, the stretch marks don’t make me ugly, they are just part of me.

Sometimes it’s hard to accept yourself but when you do it and love yorself as well, the feeling is just amazing. Tell every girl you know that she is beautiful everytime you can. That’s something that we need sometimes.

Now, everyday I look at myself in the mirror and give myself a smile because that’s how good things starts. Maybe sometimes I look at my body and feel wrong, but then I think about how other really good things I have are so beautiful that in fact nothing in myself is wrong.

I hope I’m brave enough to take a picture of myself next time. Love you girls, thanks for everything!

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Dear Universe, I am on a body loving mission. Join me.
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I am angry.

The columns, commercials, news feeds, magazines, billboards, advertisements, gossip, shows, films, and pointless, endless images that tell me to hate my body are everywhere. They’ve infiltrated every facet of my world. They crawl across the uppermost part of my computer screen. They appear along the road when I drive. They sneak in between Buzzfeed articles and passive, semi-political Facebook posts, sit knowingly next to the Twix bars in the Stop &amp; Shop checkout line, and hide beneath the lovable façade of my favorite television characters. And because of this, I am angry.
I am angry that this society is allowed to determine who should love their body and who should not. I am angry that the bodies – fat, thin, and everything in between – are seen, not as human beings, but as objectified forms of “inspiration,” for women, men, boys, and girls, to alter their own, to search for flaws, and to hate themselves. I am angry that, even in my most rational state, I am constantly fighting myself, constantly trying to reconcile self-acceptance and self-degradation, constantly wishing that my desire for body peace were not coupled with a desire to weigh less.
I am angry that some of the most beautiful people I know don’t feel beautiful.
I am angry that we are not all angry about this.
I am angry.


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Dear Universe, I am on a body loving mission. Join me.

abodylovingmission.tumblr.com

I am angry.

The columns, commercials, news feeds, magazines, billboards, advertisements, gossip, shows, films, and pointless, endless images that tell me to hate my body are everywhere. They’ve infiltrated every facet of my world. They crawl across the uppermost part of my computer screen. They appear along the road when I drive. They sneak in between Buzzfeed articles and passive, semi-political Facebook posts, sit knowingly next to the Twix bars in the Stop & Shop checkout line, and hide beneath the lovable façade of my favorite television characters. And because of this, I am angry.

I am angry that this society is allowed to determine who should love their body and who should not. I am angry that the bodies – fat, thin, and everything in between – are seen, not as human beings, but as objectified forms of “inspiration,” for women, men, boys, and girls, to alter their own, to search for flaws, and to hate themselves. I am angry that, even in my most rational state, I am constantly fighting myself, constantly trying to reconcile self-acceptance and self-degradation, constantly wishing that my desire for body peace were not coupled with a desire to weigh less.

I am angry that some of the most beautiful people I know don’t feel beautiful.

I am angry that we are not all angry about this.

I am angry.

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I struggle with self-image, but I want you all to know that YOU are beautiful, I am beautiful, WE ALL are beautiful.
Even if my thighs tough, or my arms aren&#8217;t toned, or I don&#8217;t have abs.
Even if my hair is frizzy and my teeth are a bit crooked.
I&#8217;m trying to see myself in a more positive light. I&#8217;m trying so hard.
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I struggle with self-image, but I want you all to know that YOU are beautiful, I am beautiful, WE ALL are beautiful.

Even if my thighs tough, or my arms aren’t toned, or I don’t have abs.

Even if my hair is frizzy and my teeth are a bit crooked.

I’m trying to see myself in a more positive light. I’m trying so hard.

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Having BED is strange.
Sometimes I wake up and my stomach is flat, and sometimes I wake up and it looks like this. I am always beautiful, whether my perfect belly exposes my abs or if it&#8217;s curves contour my swollen organs.
I am learning to love myself day by day, no matter how flat my chest is or how round my tummy is.
I am perfect, and so are you.
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Having BED is strange.

Sometimes I wake up and my stomach is flat, and sometimes I wake up and it looks like this. I am always beautiful, whether my perfect belly exposes my abs or if it’s curves contour my swollen organs.

I am learning to love myself day by day, no matter how flat my chest is or how round my tummy is.

I am perfect, and so are you.

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I hope one day I can love myself enough to start eating again, like some of the lovely and brave people on here. I&#8217;m a 6 foot, 130lb male, who&#8217;s been diagnosed with anorexia athletica as well as chew and spit syndrome. Everyday I struggle with feeling as though I am too fat (as well as my occasionally bad acne cysts). I know deep down that I&#8217;m not fat, however, I feel as though people will value me more if I remain emaciated. I hope that one day I can have the security to pick up a fork and stop this self-destructive cycle once and for all. 
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I hope one day I can love myself enough to start eating again, like some of the lovely and brave people on here. I’m a 6 foot, 130lb male, who’s been diagnosed with anorexia athletica as well as chew and spit syndrome. Everyday I struggle with feeling as though I am too fat (as well as my occasionally bad acne cysts). I know deep down that I’m not fat, however, I feel as though people will value me more if I remain emaciated. I hope that one day I can have the security to pick up a fork and stop this self-destructive cycle once and for all. 

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I&#8217;m own my way to loving myself and becoming a better me. Right now it&#8217;s hard, there are a lot of thing i don&#8217;t really like about myself at this time but every day i pick out something new that i love about myself. I may not be perfect, but i&#8217;m me, and there is no one else i&#8217;d rather be. I&#8217;m chubby and i&#8217;m  proud. Things may be hard for you right now but commit to loving yourself and you will in no time, it gets easier i promise.
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I’m own my way to loving myself and becoming a better me. Right now it’s hard, there are a lot of thing i don’t really like about myself at this time but every day i pick out something new that i love about myself. I may not be perfect, but i’m me, and there is no one else i’d rather be. I’m chubby and i’m  proud. Things may be hard for you right now but commit to loving yourself and you will in no time, it gets easier i promise.

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I&#8217;ve never done this before and don&#8217;t really know what to say. But I&#8217;ve always been insecure about my body. It&#8217;s recently gotten really bad and I can feel myself slipping into past habits (disordered eating, self harm, but I won&#8217;t go into those here).
I&#8217;m just searching for some positivity. I see so many beautiful people on here that are happy with their bodies and I just wish I could be one of them.

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I’ve never done this before and don’t really know what to say. But I’ve always been insecure about my body. It’s recently gotten really bad and I can feel myself slipping into past habits (disordered eating, self harm, but I won’t go into those here).

I’m just searching for some positivity. I see so many beautiful people on here that are happy with their bodies and I just wish I could be one of them.

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This blog really has helped me with my self image. 

My boyfriend and I broke up. He cheated on me. I felt worthless  and not good enough. I asked was wrong with me he did that? I loved him and I struggled to get over him. I fixated on my body being the issue. 
I don&#8217;t like my body and my weight goes up and down but seeing these women, no matter how they look saying they feel fabulous inspires me to try and love myself, even when i feel others can&#8217;t.
Thank you :)
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This blog really has helped me with my self image. 

My boyfriend and I broke up. He cheated on me. I felt worthless  and not good enough. I asked was wrong with me he did that? I loved him and I struggled to get over him. I fixated on my body being the issue. 

I don’t like my body and my weight goes up and down but seeing these women, no matter how they look saying they feel fabulous inspires me to try and love myself, even when i feel others can’t.

Thank you :)

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