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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I took this today before I had to go to work. I think my hair looked awesome and my makeup was great. I normally have an insecurity about my teeth, but I’m learning to love every part of my body :)
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I took this today before I had to go to work. I think my hair looked awesome and my makeup was great. I normally have an insecurity about my teeth, but I’m learning to love every part of my body :)

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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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I hated my body for six years and maintained an irrational fear of weight gain for four.  It’s time that I turn that around completely.  I have gained weight and continue to do so as I recover from my eating disorder, but just because society views weight gain as a bad thing doesn’t mean that it is.  Just because society retouches fat and skinny models doesn’t mean I’m not already perfect, at any size or stage of recovery.
I will love every aspect of my body for what it does for me and how it allows me to embrace the freedoms of life.  I will love the clothes that I wear no matter their sizes.  I won’t let society hold me back from claiming my space in this world as MINE.. and taking shameless selfies in my favorite shirt and underwear.  Lastly, I will be unapologetically real.  #AerieREAL
Love me; don’t retouch me. xx
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I hated my body for six years and maintained an irrational fear of weight gain for four.  It’s time that I turn that around completely.  I have gained weight and continue to do so as I recover from my eating disorder, but just because society views weight gain as a bad thing doesn’t mean that it is.  Just because society retouches fat and skinny models doesn’t mean I’m not already perfect, at any size or stage of recovery.

I will love every aspect of my body for what it does for me and how it allows me to embrace the freedoms of life.  I will love the clothes that I wear no matter their sizes.  I won’t let society hold me back from claiming my space in this world as MINE.. and taking shameless selfies in my favorite shirt and underwear.  Lastly, I will be unapologetically real.  #AerieREAL

Love me; don’t retouch me. xx

banannaomi.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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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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I’m in recovery and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. 
Today, though, for whatever reason, it doesn’t feel as overwhelming as usual. I feel happy and loved and in love. This is the body within which I experience those feelings. And that makes it worth celebrating as loudly and happily as possible.    
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I’m in recovery and it’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. 

Today, though, for whatever reason, it doesn’t feel as overwhelming as usual. I feel happy and loved and in love. This is the body within which I experience those feelings. And that makes it worth celebrating as loudly and happily as possible.    

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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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I’ve always had trouble accepting my body, even when it fitted our cruel beauty standards. I swam professionally for 4 years when i was younger, and after i stopped swimming i imediately gained a lot of weight and stretch marks. It has led me to depression and self hatred, and many years of hiding inside the house because i felt like a waste of atoms. I felt like i was occupying more space than i was allowed to occupy, and that i should not be seen publicly because i would scare and disgust people who saw me. I felt like i didnt have the right to go out, laugh and have fun because i was too fat and ugly to deserve love and happiness. I felt like, in order to compensate for being an abomination, i should be unhappy and lonely. But ever since i became a feminist im making an active effort to get past those insecurities and enjoy life. If anything, throughout my journey ive learned that we cant let society’s fucked up beauty standards make us feel guilty about existing, because thats exactly the same thing as saying “i acknowledge that only skinny people should be allowed to live, breathe and love, and I, just as the other billions of people that dont match those standards, should spend my life hating myself”. And, if you dont think other fat people should have that horrible fate, than you can free yourself from it too. I love this blog and i just wanted to thank all of you lovely fat Babes for existing, for being strong and for fighting everyday to accept your beautiful, beautiful bodies! You make me wanna fight harder :)
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I’ve always had trouble accepting my body, even when it fitted our cruel beauty standards. I swam professionally for 4 years when i was younger, and after i stopped swimming i imediately gained a lot of weight and stretch marks. It has led me to depression and self hatred, and many years of hiding inside the house because i felt like a waste of atoms. I felt like i was occupying more space than i was allowed to occupy, and that i should not be seen publicly because i would scare and disgust people who saw me. I felt like i didnt have the right to go out, laugh and have fun because i was too fat and ugly to deserve love and happiness. I felt like, in order to compensate for being an abomination, i should be unhappy and lonely. But ever since i became a feminist im making an active effort to get past those insecurities and enjoy life. If anything, throughout my journey ive learned that we cant let society’s fucked up beauty standards make us feel guilty about existing, because thats exactly the same thing as saying “i acknowledge that only skinny people should be allowed to live, breathe and love, and I, just as the other billions of people that dont match those standards, should spend my life hating myself”. And, if you dont think other fat people should have that horrible fate, than you can free yourself from it too. I love this blog and i just wanted to thank all of you lovely fat Babes for existing, for being strong and for fighting everyday to accept your beautiful, beautiful bodies! You make me wanna fight harder :)

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Katrina, 18, large lady and loving it. I’ve always been insecure about my size, but sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, and I love what I see, those are the moments that get me by.There was no effort taken to improve my appearance in this picture, that’s why I love it so. It was late. It’s real,it’s me.
hi
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Katrina, 18, large lady and loving it. I’ve always been insecure about my size, but sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, and I love what I see, those are the moments that get me by.There was no effort taken to improve my appearance in this picture, that’s why I love it so. It was late. It’s real,it’s me.

hi

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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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