This is a place of encouragement, a place to discuss body image, insecurities, self-esteem, and everything under the umbrella of fighting self-hate and finding self-love.

No matter what you look like, what color, what gender, sexual orientation, what size or however many "flaws", healthy, not healthy, working on it, abled, disabled, 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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Hey guys! I’m Haylee. And yes before you ask Im a transgender male to female. And I’ve always struggled with body image. I was always so scared that no matter what I did, i was always going to look like a guy…and never be passable. If it wasn’t how thick my eyebrows where, to how big my nose is. Or to how my upper lip wasn’t full. or stressing if my adams apple was visible. Trust me I used to pin point every single flaw i have. I always used to talk about getting my nose fixed, to getting my upper lip filled in. and having my adams apple shaved back. But I finally realized that all my imperfections actually made me pretty and made me, me! And now I’m a 100% happy with the way i look, and how tiny my boobs are. Itty bitty titty committee FTW (lmao just kiddin) But yeah the way i became so happy in with and in my body, and this may sound corny but everyday when i woke up I always looked in the mirror and said to myself “you are gorgeous, no matter what the world thinks of you” And eventually after like a year and half of that it stuck. And now its part of my morning routine. But the moral of the story here is, that life is too short for feelin self-conscious, for not saying how you truly feel & for not going for what you really want. So live each day as though it were your last. now days I think simple pleasures are the best- like flowers, dancing & sunny days. I believe life is what you make of it & life is glorious! So always keep your head up love you are perfect no matter your size, race, sex, big, small, short, tall, your all perfect know why? Because god made each of you. So never forget that. 

<3 Love always Haylee 
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Hey guys! I’m Haylee. And yes before you ask Im a transgender male to female. And I’ve always struggled with body image. I was always so scared that no matter what I did, i was always going to look like a guy…and never be passable. If it wasn’t how thick my eyebrows where, to how big my nose is. Or to how my upper lip wasn’t full. or stressing if my adams apple was visible. Trust me I used to pin point every single flaw i have. I always used to talk about getting my nose fixed, to getting my upper lip filled in. and having my adams apple shaved back. But I finally realized that all my imperfections actually made me pretty and made me, me! And now I’m a 100% happy with the way i look, and how tiny my boobs are. Itty bitty titty committee FTW (lmao just kiddin) But yeah the way i became so happy in with and in my body, and this may sound corny but everyday when i woke up I always looked in the mirror and said to myself “you are gorgeous, no matter what the world thinks of you” And eventually after like a year and half of that it stuck. And now its part of my morning routine. But the moral of the story here is, that life is too short for feelin self-conscious, for not saying how you truly feel & for not going for what you really want. So live each day as though it were your last. now days I think simple pleasures are the best- like flowers, dancing & sunny days. I believe life is what you make of it & life is glorious! So always keep your head up love you are perfect no matter your size, race, sex, big, small, short, tall, your all perfect know why? Because god made each of you. So never forget that. 

<3 Love always Haylee 

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TRIGGER WARNING: FANTASIES OF SELF MUTILATION, SELF LOATHING, PANIC ATTACKS, DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL IDEATION AND MEASUREMENTS
The photo is a candid of me from last week. For context, I guess. It shows my body more than most other pictures.
I don’t love my body like I should, but I’m getting there. I don’t have an extraordinary story, or experience, what I want to share is an incredibly ordinary story, and I think that’s just as important. 
I’m 17 now. And I’m 30 pounds heavier than I was when I was two years ago. In number that’s not a lot of weight, but on my body, it is. Weight gain is my story, and like I said, it’s incredibly ordinary.
I never liked my body. I can remember, quite vividly, being 9 years old, walking home from school and thinking about cutting off parts of my thighs and sewing them back up smaller. It’s quite disturbing to me now, 8 years later that I could even think such a thing, but I did. I hated my thighs, but that wasn’t my first time wanting to change my appearance. When I was 7, I wanted nothing more than a nose job. At seven years old. That scares me now. Thinking about how long I hated myself.
I was about 11 when I really started to hate my whole body. Before it was specific parts, but now, I was aware that I was taller and wider than my peers. I was a little on the chubby side, being 120 pounds at 11 and 5ft4, but I’m chubbier now anyway. I hated myself, and from about 11 to 13, I suffered from clinical depression, panic attacks, and suicidal ideation. All from my body image issues. I got through it though, but I was lucky.
I became better when I was 14, not happy, not confident, but no longer mentally ill. That lasted roughly a year. I shot up, came into my shape and was okay. I hated how wide my hips were and my thighs touching, but I didn’t think about it constantly like I used to. Through the help of my best friend, I became even happier with my body, I had pretty, long, dark hair, a small waist and a nice ass, I was still insecure, but I was better. That lasted roughly a minute and 36 seconds. Because when I was 16, I started gaining weight. It didn’t stop, and it still hasn’t. 
This all has a point, I promise.
I’m 30 pounds up from when I liked my body. But I’m okay, and that’s the part of my story that I want to share. My body isn’t ideal, my ideal at least. But I’m okay. Because you will always eventually be okay. Every one of you beautiful, perfect people will be okay. 
I have a pudgy belly, and jiggly thighs. I have love handles and back fat and squishy arms. I have the hint of a second chin and my cheeks are a little chubby. But I’m okay. I like myself. I don’t like my body all the time, but overall, I like me. I like me more than I did when I was at my “best” weight and shape. I’m okay. And I’m ordinary. You’ll be okay too. Because being okay is what happens, it happens to everyone, some of us just aren’t there yet. But you’ll be okay.
It may take time. It may take years, or it may take a compliment from a friend, or just a minute and a half, but you’ll be okay. You’ll learn that you are perfect even if you don’t consider your body to be so. You’ll learn that you are beautiful, and that you, and your body, are more than worth your love. 
You’ll be okay.
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TRIGGER WARNING: FANTASIES OF SELF MUTILATION, SELF LOATHING, PANIC ATTACKS, DEPRESSION, SUICIDAL IDEATION AND MEASUREMENTS

The photo is a candid of me from last week. For context, I guess. It shows my body more than most other pictures.

I don’t love my body like I should, but I’m getting there. I don’t have an extraordinary story, or experience, what I want to share is an incredibly ordinary story, and I think that’s just as important.

I’m 17 now. And I’m 30 pounds heavier than I was when I was two years ago. In number that’s not a lot of weight, but on my body, it is. Weight gain is my story, and like I said, it’s incredibly ordinary.

I never liked my body. I can remember, quite vividly, being 9 years old, walking home from school and thinking about cutting off parts of my thighs and sewing them back up smaller. It’s quite disturbing to me now, 8 years later that I could even think such a thing, but I did. I hated my thighs, but that wasn’t my first time wanting to change my appearance. When I was 7, I wanted nothing more than a nose job. At seven years old. That scares me now. Thinking about how long I hated myself.

I was about 11 when I really started to hate my whole body. Before it was specific parts, but now, I was aware that I was taller and wider than my peers. I was a little on the chubby side, being 120 pounds at 11 and 5ft4, but I’m chubbier now anyway. I hated myself, and from about 11 to 13, I suffered from clinical depression, panic attacks, and suicidal ideation. All from my body image issues. I got through it though, but I was lucky.

I became better when I was 14, not happy, not confident, but no longer mentally ill. That lasted roughly a year. I shot up, came into my shape and was okay. I hated how wide my hips were and my thighs touching, but I didn’t think about it constantly like I used to. Through the help of my best friend, I became even happier with my body, I had pretty, long, dark hair, a small waist and a nice ass, I was still insecure, but I was better. That lasted roughly a minute and 36 seconds. Because when I was 16, I started gaining weight. It didn’t stop, and it still hasn’t.

This all has a point, I promise.

I’m 30 pounds up from when I liked my body. But I’m okay, and that’s the part of my story that I want to share. My body isn’t ideal, my ideal at least. But I’m okay. Because you will always eventually be okay. Every one of you beautiful, perfect people will be okay.

I have a pudgy belly, and jiggly thighs. I have love handles and back fat and squishy arms. I have the hint of a second chin and my cheeks are a little chubby. But I’m okay. I like myself. I don’t like my body all the time, but overall, I like me. I like me more than I did when I was at my “best” weight and shape. I’m okay. And I’m ordinary. You’ll be okay too. Because being okay is what happens, it happens to everyone, some of us just aren’t there yet. But you’ll be okay.

It may take time. It may take years, or it may take a compliment from a friend, or just a minute and a half, but you’ll be okay. You’ll learn that you are perfect even if you don’t consider your body to be so. You’ll learn that you are beautiful, and that you, and your body, are more than worth your love.

You’ll be okay.

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I&#8217;ve been on tumblr a long time, and while I always embraced body positivity, I don&#8217;t think I ever realized how down on myself I actually was.
My best friend took this photo of me a year ago while on our trip to Europe. 
When I saw it, I was really insecure about it.  I felt that I looked large and tired and overall bloated.  I put it aside for such a long time, I forgot it existed, and I avoided photographs for a long time.  While I always encouraged friends to embrace their bodies and practice positive thinking, I wasn’t really doing the same for myself.  I preached that I was comfortable in my own skin, yet I still refused to be photographed (which is a hard thing to do, surrounded by art major, I might add).
In the past year, I’ve done a lot of work with myself emotionally, and I see things differently now.
-I have fat, but I am so much more than that.
-Yes my face is squishy.  But it’s the only one I have and I will have to live with it my entire life, so I might as well love it. :)
-I look happy here, and that’s what’s most important.  A healthy mind and a healthy body. &lt;3
I came across this photo again today, and I LOVE IT SO MUCH.  I love my body and my face and I’m not so insecure anymore.  I’m happy with myself, physically and emotionally :)
I will make sure to submit more often- I love all you awesome folks!
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I’ve been on tumblr a long time, and while I always embraced body positivity, I don’t think I ever realized how down on myself I actually was.

My best friend took this photo of me a year ago while on our trip to Europe. 

When I saw it, I was really insecure about it.  I felt that I looked large and tired and overall bloated.  I put it aside for such a long time, I forgot it existed, and I avoided photographs for a long time.  While I always encouraged friends to embrace their bodies and practice positive thinking, I wasn’t really doing the same for myself.  I preached that I was comfortable in my own skin, yet I still refused to be photographed (which is a hard thing to do, surrounded by art major, I might add).

In the past year, I’ve done a lot of work with myself emotionally, and I see things differently now.

-I have fat, but I am so much more than that.

-Yes my face is squishy.  But it’s the only one I have and I will have to live with it my entire life, so I might as well love it. :)

-I look happy here, and that’s what’s most important.  A healthy mind and a healthy body. <3

I came across this photo again today, and I LOVE IT SO MUCH.  I love my body and my face and I’m not so insecure anymore.  I’m happy with myself, physically and emotionally :)

I will make sure to submit more often- I love all you awesome folks!

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"I’m a big woman. I need big hair"
- Aretha Franklin
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"I’m a big woman. I need big hair"

- Aretha Franklin

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Tw: eating disorder, self-hate
I’ve been insecure about my physical appearance for a very long time. My weight has fluctuated massively over the past 6 years as I used food as a control over a difficult and stressful relationship with my family. This caused me to become very ill a few years back and my self-hatred continued. But since leaving school and starting uni I have become more accepting of my physical appearance. Everyone is different and beautiful in their own ways there is no right or wrong way to look. I have developed a lot more confidence and learnt to love myself for the way I am
This blog has given me the confidence to show off one of my biggest insecurities, which is my stomach and helped me live a life that does not revolve around what people think of my physical appearance. For that I thank you. &lt;3 
~whistlingwhileyouwork out~ 
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Tw: eating disorder, self-hate

I’ve been insecure about my physical appearance for a very long time. My weight has fluctuated massively over the past 6 years as I used food as a control over a difficult and stressful relationship with my family. This caused me to become very ill a few years back and my self-hatred continued. But since leaving school and starting uni I have become more accepting of my physical appearance. Everyone is different and beautiful in their own ways there is no right or wrong way to look. I have developed a lot more confidence and learnt to love myself for the way I am

This blog has given me the confidence to show off one of my biggest insecurities, which is my stomach and helped me live a life that does not revolve around what people think of my physical appearance. For that I thank you. <3 

~whistlingwhileyouwork out~ 

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Hello, My name is Tianah and I am 19. While most people hate their bodies. I cant stand my face, especially when I am wearing my glasses. I could not feel more ugly. Lately though I have been accepting myself for who I am. I met someone who honestly makes me feel gorgeous and you know what&#8230;I AM BEAUTIFUL. Everyone out there is beautiful. Do not let anyone tell you differently. I love you all and if you guys ever need someone to talk to. Follow me and talk with me I am here for you guys. C:
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Hello, My name is Tianah and I am 19. While most people hate their bodies. I cant stand my face, especially when I am wearing my glasses. I could not feel more ugly. Lately though I have been accepting myself for who I am. I met someone who honestly makes me feel gorgeous and you know what…I AM BEAUTIFUL. Everyone out there is beautiful. Do not let anyone tell you differently. I love you all and if you guys ever need someone to talk to. Follow me and talk with me I am here for you guys. C:

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Hi! My name is Jaimie and I am 17 :) I know that picture isn&#8217;t the best but there is more of me on my blog here.
Ever since I can remember I have been overweight. But, I know that&#8217;s not really a time frame so I&#8217;m going to say I started gaining weight in 3rd grade. I didn&#8217;t really even notice and to tell you the truth I didn&#8217;t really see anything wrong with body image. When I was little my mom weighed 300 pounds and when I was around 6 she got a bypass to loose the weight. When I went clothes shopping and had to pick out the biggest size shirt it just went over my head, I mean they are just clothes and everyone wears clothes. But, to tell you the truth, I still wish I had my little kid mind that just didn&#8217;t care.
I kept gaining weight throughout the years and again never thought of it. I went on to middle school and made a lot of friends, we hung out everyday and life was good. I remember the first day I thought I was fat, I thought I didn&#8217;t look right. This day was the first day of high school.
I looked at all the other girls, they got to wear the girly things they wanted without worrying about it not coming in their size, and I wanted to be like that. At first I thought I was over reacting and just let it slide off my back, but then I went to the doctors for a check up. I was a 14 year old girl that weighed 216 pounds.
The doctors really didn&#8217;t say anything about my weight, and if they did I really don&#8217;t remember. All I remember thinking at the time was that I needed to loose weight and noting else. That was the day I told myself that I wanted to change myself for me. Now that I look back I give my self a pat on the back for not changing my body because of a guy or anything like that I just didn&#8217;t want to be the person I was. I wanted to go shopping knowing that I didn&#8217;t have to go to the plus sizes. I wanted to hang out with my friends and not have my weight hold me back. I wanted to feel comfort in my own skin.
Everyone always asks me how I lost the weight and I can&#8217;t really explain it. I guess it was my mindset that really got me going. I started drinking a lot of water, 8 glasses a day, 1 cold glass after every meal. I also noticed that from drinking water I ate less. And that&#8217;s all I did. Some people think this way was unhealthy, but I will tell you that if I wanted a slice of cake I had my slice of cake! It was just a smaller slice, and if you can loose weight and eat cake it can&#8217;t be unhealthy&#8230;. well yeah I guess it is, but you get my point.
Over the next year I watched the pounds shed off. My clothes got baggy, I went down a jean size or two and people were noticing. I was really happy, and people were happy for me! Now that I look back on it I still wish I was this happy.
I know I wrote a story and I know this is a stop hating your body blog but I don&#8217;t hate it I&#8217;m just unhappy. I want to say my weight leveled off at the start of my 11th grade year, and it is what I am at now. I went from being 216 lbs. to 140 lbs., size 18 to 7/9 in about a year and a half. I should be happy about this, and I am but now I&#8217;m picking out things I don&#8217;t like about myself. Some days I feel really close to that not hating my body goal but then I look in the mirror and it changes. I&#8217;m still trying to make my body better, flatten my stomach, get rid of my jiggly arms and thighs. I also hate on my face, I think I have a big nose.
But, after pointing out all of my flaws I stop and think. I still see myself as 216 pound me. I also have never seen myself through other peoples eyes. When I think these things I know I&#8217;m almost at not hating my body but then I look in the mirror and am back where I started.
I know one day I will get there, and if you find no comfort in your skin you will get there too. My goal is to be an actress one day, but that&#8217;s not all I want to be. I want to be a role model for all those girls that don&#8217;t look like miley cyrus or salena gomez (sorry if I spelled the wrong its late at night) I want to tell girls that they are beautiful no matter what they look like! I want to be a person that shows everyone that hates on those girls that they shouldn&#8217;t. I really want to change the way media has twisted body image! And I know I can&#8217;t really do that if I can&#8217;t fully accept my body. But one day I will accept me for me, when that day comes I will start on my actress/motivator dream and the world better watch out!
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Hi! My name is Jaimie and I am 17 :) I know that picture isn’t the best but there is more of me on my blog here.

Ever since I can remember I have been overweight. But, I know that’s not really a time frame so I’m going to say I started gaining weight in 3rd grade. I didn’t really even notice and to tell you the truth I didn’t really see anything wrong with body image. When I was little my mom weighed 300 pounds and when I was around 6 she got a bypass to loose the weight. When I went clothes shopping and had to pick out the biggest size shirt it just went over my head, I mean they are just clothes and everyone wears clothes. But, to tell you the truth, I still wish I had my little kid mind that just didn’t care.

I kept gaining weight throughout the years and again never thought of it. I went on to middle school and made a lot of friends, we hung out everyday and life was good. I remember the first day I thought I was fat, I thought I didn’t look right. This day was the first day of high school.

I looked at all the other girls, they got to wear the girly things they wanted without worrying about it not coming in their size, and I wanted to be like that. At first I thought I was over reacting and just let it slide off my back, but then I went to the doctors for a check up. I was a 14 year old girl that weighed 216 pounds.

The doctors really didn’t say anything about my weight, and if they did I really don’t remember. All I remember thinking at the time was that I needed to loose weight and noting else. That was the day I told myself that I wanted to change myself for me. Now that I look back I give my self a pat on the back for not changing my body because of a guy or anything like that I just didn’t want to be the person I was. I wanted to go shopping knowing that I didn’t have to go to the plus sizes. I wanted to hang out with my friends and not have my weight hold me back. I wanted to feel comfort in my own skin.

Everyone always asks me how I lost the weight and I can’t really explain it. I guess it was my mindset that really got me going. I started drinking a lot of water, 8 glasses a day, 1 cold glass after every meal. I also noticed that from drinking water I ate less. And that’s all I did. Some people think this way was unhealthy, but I will tell you that if I wanted a slice of cake I had my slice of cake! It was just a smaller slice, and if you can loose weight and eat cake it can’t be unhealthy…. well yeah I guess it is, but you get my point.

Over the next year I watched the pounds shed off. My clothes got baggy, I went down a jean size or two and people were noticing. I was really happy, and people were happy for me! Now that I look back on it I still wish I was this happy.

I know I wrote a story and I know this is a stop hating your body blog but I don’t hate it I’m just unhappy. I want to say my weight leveled off at the start of my 11th grade year, and it is what I am at now. I went from being 216 lbs. to 140 lbs., size 18 to 7/9 in about a year and a half. I should be happy about this, and I am but now I’m picking out things I don’t like about myself. Some days I feel really close to that not hating my body goal but then I look in the mirror and it changes. I’m still trying to make my body better, flatten my stomach, get rid of my jiggly arms and thighs. I also hate on my face, I think I have a big nose.

But, after pointing out all of my flaws I stop and think. I still see myself as 216 pound me. I also have never seen myself through other peoples eyes. When I think these things I know I’m almost at not hating my body but then I look in the mirror and am back where I started.

I know one day I will get there, and if you find no comfort in your skin you will get there too. My goal is to be an actress one day, but that’s not all I want to be. I want to be a role model for all those girls that don’t look like miley cyrus or salena gomez (sorry if I spelled the wrong its late at night) I want to tell girls that they are beautiful no matter what they look like! I want to be a person that shows everyone that hates on those girls that they shouldn’t. I really want to change the way media has twisted body image! And I know I can’t really do that if I can’t fully accept my body. But one day I will accept me for me, when that day comes I will start on my actress/motivator dream and the world better watch out!

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possible trigger warnings: eating disorders, depression, self harm
There is nothing wrong with having red hair. There is nothing wrong with having pale skin.  There is nothing wrong with the length of my nose, the size of my teeth or the freckles on my face.  There is nothing wrong with being a &#8220;ginger&#8221;.  There is nothing wrong with my height. There is nothing wrong with my weight.  There is nothing wrong with the size of my boobs, the size of my butt, the size of my thighs. 
I will eat that piece of cheesecake if I want it.  I will not throw up the cheesecake after I eat it.  A bag of chips is okay to eat.  Chicken nuggets are okay to eat.  I will no longer binge and I will no longer purge.
When I&#8217;m upset, I may cry, but I will not take a blade to my arm, leg, stomach, anywhere. 
Sexual assault is not okay, but I will not think about it anymore. It&#8217;s over and done.
I will not put myself down, and I will not put others down.
I am beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way I look.
YOU are beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way YOU look.
Eating disorders will not haunt my life anymore.  Self harm will not haunt my life anymore.   My depression will continue to improve every day until the day when it&#8217;s finally gone.
This picture makes me feel confident and beautiful, and I will not try to find something I don&#8217;t like about it.
Everyone is beautiful in their own way and deserves to look in the mirror and feel happy. I hope that all of you do.
Smile, you&#8217;re beautiful :)
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possible trigger warnings: eating disorders, depression, self harm

There is nothing wrong with having red hair. There is nothing wrong with having pale skin.  There is nothing wrong with the length of my nose, the size of my teeth or the freckles on my face.  There is nothing wrong with being a “ginger”.  There is nothing wrong with my height. There is nothing wrong with my weight.  There is nothing wrong with the size of my boobs, the size of my butt, the size of my thighs. 

I will eat that piece of cheesecake if I want it.  I will not throw up the cheesecake after I eat it.  A bag of chips is okay to eat.  Chicken nuggets are okay to eat.  I will no longer binge and I will no longer purge.

When I’m upset, I may cry, but I will not take a blade to my arm, leg, stomach, anywhere. 

Sexual assault is not okay, but I will not think about it anymore. It’s over and done.

I will not put myself down, and I will not put others down.

I am beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way I look.

YOU are beautiful, and there is nothing wrong with the way YOU look.

Eating disorders will not haunt my life anymore.  Self harm will not haunt my life anymore.   My depression will continue to improve every day until the day when it’s finally gone.

This picture makes me feel confident and beautiful, and I will not try to find something I don’t like about it.

Everyone is beautiful in their own way and deserves to look in the mirror and feel happy. I hope that all of you do.

Smile, you’re beautiful :)

my tumblr:  http://mojohoejo.tumblr.com/

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