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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:
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!
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/
Hi! My name is Shannon and I’m 19 years old.
My life has always been about weight. I’ve honestly never heard the end of it from my family. My mothers side of the family is obese and being her daughter I gained that possibility of becoming bigger and getting diabetes. Kinda put a damper on my whole teenage years so far.
She always has been telling me what to eat and looking at me skeptically at restaurants and looking at what I choose to eat and making comments as if I don’t notice. My dad can do it too its just not as bad.
Throughout high school, (which was a private CATHOLIC school) I was pretty much the odd ball out. I didn’t have a set group of friends, and guys didn’t especially like me cause I was loud and super open and too friendly I guess. Story of my life. Finally it came to a point when I was depressed and didn’t want to go to school or ever get up in the morning. I wanted to die every day. I would pray that I would get cancer or some form of life threatening disease that would make it acceptable for me to die at such a young age. I went to a psychologist for a year, and finally made the decision to transfer to a public school for my senior year, which was probably the best decision I have ever made.
Also my sex life started when I was 16 about two weeks away from 17. I had sex with 3 guys. One in May, one in July, and one in November. My life still hadn’t been completely balanced out the way I wanted to. The reason I went so fast was because I honestly couldn’t believe that some form of a man would want to even have sex with me. I still can’t even grasp that concept yet. Which again my super ultra catholic conservative parents don’t understand or approve of. Le sigh.
I’ve tried dieting and such and let me tell you, it really is super hard. I am still doing my best to eat better and incorporate more healthy foods and cutting out the shit food. As for exercise, I’m not a running person. Just gonna leave it as that. I love sport like volleyball and soccer but I’m gonna work back up to that and start by walking around my neighborhood and such.
My mom said she weighed more than she did now before she was with my dad. I’m proud of her doing that but it’s not just as easy for me. After being beaten down by all the comments it just makes me want to retaliate and not stay healthy, which is clearly not the right choice.
She tells me that I should love myself. And she’s right. I’m truly working on getting there. I’m working on loving my pointy nose, my arm fat, my chubby tummy, the lines that my stomach get from sitting down, my boobs, and my butt. I’m trying my hardest to be positive, and even though I have skinny friends, I know I can be beautiful even at my current size.
Oh and still amazed that guys would even wanna get jiggy with me.
The smaller picture is just a part of who I am, the bigger picture is what I strive for every day.
Well, here’s me. I feel like this collage accurately depicts myself and all of the body that I want to talk about.
I’ve had insecurities about a lot of things with and parts of my body. I have also had emotional issues and a struggle with depression that in turn affected my physical state. And I have changed a lot over the years due to that.
But this is about me coming to love myself, right? Absolutely.
I am extremely small in stature, only 4’10”. I haven’t grown since I was eleven or twelve years old and I am almost eighteen. I’ve been picked on all my life for that, whether it be in the total joking way or in a kind of rude way.
I also have dealt with skin problems on my face and various parts of my body.
Growing up, I disliked my nose and my teeth, especially when everyone started getting their braces off in elementary and middle school.
My mother used to tell me I ate too much and would make comments as if my weight gain in seventh or eighth grade was a bad thing, and it really hurt my feelings. I remember exact remarks she made at various times.
I became uncomfortable with the way I looked and my body.
But with age came wisdom, and I found that maybe my body wasn’t so bad after all. I made myself love me. I suppose that finding my own sense of style and how I felt I looked best in my clothes and makeup helped. It helped me accentuate the features that I actually did like at the time, which were really just my eyes, my hair, and my natural waist.
Soon after finding comfort in how I presented myself and being able to draw on the good I saw in my body, I discovered my love for imperfect teeth, and I began to love my own. And somehow, one thing led to another and I found myself comfortable with whatever weight loss or weight gain that happens, and now even when I don’t wear makeup, I can feel comfortable. I mean, I have flaws, but who doesn’t? It’s accepting those flaws that was the biggest part of this whole discovery of self-love.
And I do sometimes fall back and have rough days. I have a hard time loving myself some days. But I’ve been having less and less of those days since I’ve decided to accept my body.
I deserve to be loved by myself, and so do you. Don’t ever be discouraged by what anyone tells you about your body. Don’t ever give up your search for and discovery of self-love because of your rough days. Love yourself because you deserve it. And love yourself because you are beautiful.
(Sorry if I made some mistakes but English is not my first language)
Trigger Warning for mentions of weight loss and negative body image
Hi, I’m Fernanda and I’m 15 years old. As you can see, this is a clear picture of my face.
I’ve always been very insecure. A Few months ago I used to hate myself. I hated what I saw in the mirror: a fat and horrible girl. Though I was never obese or even fat, I was just overweight. I used to hear my parents talking about me at night, they said I was becoming a “pig”, they said they were disappointed in me, and I was tired of disappointing them.
A few time later I went to a nutritionist, and in just three months she helped me in more ways she could ever imagine. I lost 23 pounds and I was extremely happy, my parents were proud of me, my friends and family told me I look great and skinny and I started loving myself for first time.
That didn’t last so long as I expected. There have always been another big complex in me.
As you can see, I have a big nose (with a piercing) and small eyes (one of them is bigger than the other one, and yeah, I know it’s normal). The skin in my cheeks is not as healthy as I’d want it to be, I don’t like my wavy hair at all, and my face is really, REALLY round. Even if I was skinny, I had a fat-girl face. The only thing I liked about it, were my green eyes.
I recently gained weight, but I still look thin, fortunately. My face makes me look fatter than I am, because I have big cheeks. Sometimes my friends make jokes about me, telling me I’m ugly and things like that, and even if I know they are joking and they don’t really think that, it hurts.
I saw my friends and I used to compare them to me. They were beautiful, and I was not. I looked into the mirror for long time, trying to see something pretty in my face, and I couldn’t. And it really, REALLY hurt. I didn’t like people to see my face and I tried to hide it and I hated the pictures about myself that my friends took me.
After long time, I started to accept myself as I am and think about me as someone beautiful. I know I’m not a beauty queen and my face is really strange, but that doesn’t make me ugly. Now I like my round face, some people even say it makes me sweet. I’m beautiful, everybody is beautiful.
The secret is stop comparing yourself to others and love who you are and the things that make you different from others.
Trigger warning: Depression, self harm, eating disorders, sexual assault.
I’m Cas, I am 25 years old and this is my first time submitting on here. For most of my life I have had issues with my physical appearance and would take it out on my body through either self harm, anorexia, or bulimia. Every day seemed like a struggle with depression and it was hard to even look at myself. For a little over half a year now I have been going to group counseling for some sexual trauma that occurred many years ago and it has done amazing things for my self worth. I am happy more and more often, I am not longer afraid to take my shirt off in public, and I just feel so much more confidence in myself. I think this blog is a wonderful thing and I hope that the submissions inspire everyone out there to love themselves. You are never alone.
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: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.
Hellooo. My name is Sam, and I am fifteen years old. A few years ago, my old best friend and I were talking about bangs/fringe. I had them and she didn’t. (I still have them.) Somewhere along the conversation, she said that I had a big forehead. That comment has stuck with me for two years or so. I think the last time I went to school without my hair in my face was when I was in sixth grade. I am now going to be a sophomore in high school. Also, I think it was about a month or so ago that my dad told me I have a big nose. I already have a very low self esteem, but at first I laughed and denied it, but now when I look in the mirror, I think of his comment. You know the phrase “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me”? Yeah. That is a complete lie. I’m trying to love myself. I’ve been trying for quite a while. Hopefully I’ll get there someday.
hi everyone, this is my third submission on SHYB and since my first post, i’ve come a long way. Although i may feel a little better about how my body looks, i’m still extremely insecure. Because of my low self esteem, it’s hard for me to do things because i feel as if i’m always doing something wrong. That includes things with guys, if you know what i mean. People always call me prude and make fun of me because i can’t even kiss anyone without feeling self consious. I can’t help it and it makes me feel as if something’s wrong with me. It hurts when people say these things because they don’t know what i’ve been through and they dont know that they’ve contributed to the things i’ve done to myself. Hopefully i can feel better about myself and raise my self esteem because this is a huge problem i have to deal with and maybe if i’m more confident, then i wont always point out the negatives about myself
I figured I would post on this blog, because I saw one of the blogs I follow post and I was inspired. All throughout highschool, and middleschool really, I was told I was too skinny, I looked like a horse, I was too tall, I looked like a monkey, or I was told the complete opposite, that I was extremely attractive, and that I was “hot” or “sexy”, and with one came bullying, such as calling me a horse, and with the other came being used, for sexual favors because of my body. I was at the point where I was disgusted with my body because I would look in the mirror and all I would think was that my body disgusts me, my hair, my nose, my fingers, my legs, everything, about my body disgusted me because it was in constant battle with society, I was either perfect or the worst.
I learned to let that go, and not care about what people said about me or my body, because I realized that at the end of the day, it is me, myself, and I, my body, not anyone elses, my own. I realized I need to make myself happy, and not let what people say govern how I look or think about myself.
I am slowly, but surely getting to love my body and myself more and more as the years go by.
This is me in 2008. The day that I was released from the hospital after anorexia treatments and a suicide attempt. I began writing for this blog… and couldn’t stop! It became kind of a chronicling of all of the things I have overcome to accept and love myself. If you’d like to read it, the post is here:
I didn’t want to flood this page with something that big.
You are all beautiful! keep posting and keep loving yourselves! If you need anything at all… just message me. ^.^
Warning: Trigger (bullying)
Hi, my names Laurie and I have been struggling with self esteem for most of my teenage years. I used to be confident, dressed how I want, didn’t care what anyone thought, but then I began being bullied. People at school said horrible things that I won’t publish here, but things no one should ever say, and I ended up suffering from depression because of it (and other reasons). I was always put down and made to feel not good enough, it wasn’t until I moved schools and found REAL friends and REAL people who don’t feel the need to put others down that I realised that I am okay how I am and people do like me. I have always disliked my face - my smile, my nose, my chubby cheeks, and people picked on these things, but now I’m starting the battle to like who I am and how I look, and I encourage others to join me.
I want people to know that even if people try to put you down or bully you, you are perfect how you are, you were made as you are for a reason, and no one should take that away from you. Don’t let anyone make you feel as though you are not good enough.
My blog is x-ariel.tumblr.com and if anyone needs any advice or a friend or anything please feel free to message me <3