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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All last year, I struggled with my body image. I thought my stomach was too chubby, my arms too weak, my thighs to large, and my calves too weird looking. They were the one thing I was afraid to go outside for. I didn’t want anyone to see the bottom part of my legs. When I wore shorts it was inevitable, and when I wore pants I was more comfortable, but still thought everyone was looking at me. I occasionally noticed people glaring at me, and I thought it was because of the way I looked. I made myself sick. After a year, I am recovering with help from all around me (including this blog). I have also learned to love what I have. I can change at any time if I feel the need to, but right now, I am happy. I am still recovering from self hate and self harm (almost 7 months clean), but seeing all the people on this blog really inspired me to get better. I want to thank those who run this blog and those who submit and everyone who follows. Never be afraid.

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All last year, I struggled with my body image. I thought my stomach was too chubby, my arms too weak, my thighs to large, and my calves too weird looking. They were the one thing I was afraid to go outside for. I didn’t want anyone to see the bottom part of my legs. When I wore shorts it was inevitable, and when I wore pants I was more comfortable, but still thought everyone was looking at me. I occasionally noticed people glaring at me, and I thought it was because of the way I looked. I made myself sick. After a year, I am recovering with help from all around me (including this blog). I have also learned to love what I have. I can change at any time if I feel the need to, but right now, I am happy. I am still recovering from self hate and self harm (almost 7 months clean), but seeing all the people on this blog really inspired me to get better. I want to thank those who run this blog and those who submit and everyone who follows. Never be afraid.

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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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You’re relationship with yourself is exactly alike and simultaneously completely unique from any other relationship you have and will have in your life. There are good days, when you are so in love that you can hardly see the scars, and then there are bad days when you’re not sure what to believe about yourself.
The key, I believe, is to recognize what are healthy practices for you. Finding the things that will nurture and grow you, and also acknowledging that what is toxic cannot stay. 
You will always be with yourself. Cultivate this relationship into a happy partnership. Make this worth your while. 
Today is a good day with myself. 
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You’re relationship with yourself is exactly alike and simultaneously completely unique from any other relationship you have and will have in your life. There are good days, when you are so in love that you can hardly see the scars, and then there are bad days when you’re not sure what to believe about yourself.

The key, I believe, is to recognize what are healthy practices for you. Finding the things that will nurture and grow you, and also acknowledging that what is toxic cannot stay. 

You will always be with yourself. Cultivate this relationship into a happy partnership. Make this worth your while. 

Today is a good day with myself. 

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On the left photo, I was thinking I was happy as I was, but I truly hated my body, it was not my own best friend. On the middle one, it was better, I had just started to understand what my body was trying to say to me for so long “love yourself just as you are”.On the right one, I can stay that I’m happy in every sense of the term, I love my body with its flaws because nobody can be perfect. We have to love who we are, we have just one body for our all life, we have to accept the fact that we are beautiful inside and out. Trust me, you will be so much happier with this in your mind, be kind to yourself, to your body, it deserves the best.
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On the left photo, I was thinking I was happy as I was, but I truly hated my body, it was not my own best friend. 
On the middle one, it was better, I had just started to understand what my body was trying to say to me for so long “love yourself just as you are”.
On the right one, I can stay that I’m happy in every sense of the term, I love my body with its flaws because nobody can be perfect. We have to love who we are, we have just one body for our all life, we have to accept the fact that we are beautiful inside and out. Trust me, you will be so much happier with this in your mind, be kind to yourself, to your body, it deserves the best.

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Greedy 3rd submission! I just love all you gorgeous people and all the support we show each other! This self love journey isn’t a smooth one but I’m getting there and you will too :)
UK Size 14 and proud!
Follow and chat to me! I love making new friends :D
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Greedy 3rd submission! I just love all you gorgeous people and all the support we show each other! This self love journey isn’t a smooth one but I’m getting there and you will too :)

UK Size 14 and proud!

Follow and chat to me! I love making new friends :D

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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 & 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.

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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 & 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’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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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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At the gym today, I had an epiphany:
I am made up of many things society devalues.
I am woman. I am black. I am a black woman.
I am big. My body is not made up of tiny, delicate bones.
My hair, is not blonde/brown. It isn’t glossy, shiny, or full of volume and bounce. It is thick, and hard to brush. It is coarse, and black.
I am made up of many things society devalues.

…and I am learning how to love them, each day.


You are priceless. You are brave. You are loved. 
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At the gym today, I had an epiphany:

I am made up of many things society devalues.

I am woman. I am black. I am a black woman.

I am big. My body is not made up of tiny, delicate bones.

My hair, is not blonde/brown. It isn’t glossy, shiny, or full of volume and bounce. It is thick, and hard to brush. It is coarse, and black.

I am made up of many things society devalues.

…and I am learning how to love them, each day.

You are priceless. You are brave. You are loved. 

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I just wanted to put this up here because I’m slowly becoming at peace with myself. I see so many confident people post here and I thought “If y’all can do it, so can I!”
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I just wanted to put this up here because I’m slowly becoming at peace with myself. I see so many confident people post here and I thought “If y’all can do it, so can I!”

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Trigger warning: mentions ED; weightSecond submission, this time the photo is recent.This is me, cellulite and all. I’m a US size 16 and I am about 5’9”. The reason I mention this is because I’ve come to realize over the years that a size ‘x’ can look very, very different depending on your height, weight and where your body decides to store fat. It changes from person to person and no two people really emphasize the size category the same way.With that said, that means that your pants size (or shirt size) should not be indicative of who you are, whether or not you have worth and whether or not you find love or happiness. Lots of us get so hung up on that number.. or the number on the scale that we constantly damage ourselves from the time we are young all the way into old age.And I don’t know about a lot of you fine people, but I don’t want to spend my time being phobic of my scale, food, or a clothing store. I want to live life for me. I want to go outside and appreciate what I see without constantly judging it or comparing it to other things.So yes, I’m not American society’s ideal woman, but you know what? I don’t care. Ideals are ideals because they are rarely attainable and I don’t want to spend my life trying to be what I cannot. I’ve been down the ED road before and I have to say, it wasn’t pleasant. And in the end, I just looked really. really ill.And I have stretchmarks (from both weight loss/gain and pregnancy), my stomach may not be what you are bombarded with in magazines and in television. I have cellulite on my legs and butt and I have less than toned arms. But you know what? I don’t care anymore.Those are just things. Cellulite is just that. Cellulite. Stretchmarks are indicative of growth in my body. Visible proof that I carried another life in me as well. They are just a genetic trait I ended up with. Nothing more. I could choose to look at them as disfiguring, but when I do that, I only damage myself. So I choose not to do that. I choose to look at the cellulite on my legs and butt as my body’s way of telling me that’s where it wants to store fat in the winter (or whenever I go long periods of time with inactivity). I just more or less shrug now when I realize I’m not that ‘perfect’ hourglass shape most women my age want to be. Because you know what? That’s not my body. And I shouldn’t shame myself or be shamed because of it. My body can do so much and I only get the one.So I choose to work on my personality and be more positive for myself and my family. I would hate to have my son see how I viewed (and still struggle with viewing) my body. I want him to have healthy attitudes about and toward people and himself. Live for today, look toward the future.
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Trigger warning: mentions ED; weight

Second submission, this time the photo is recent.

This is me, cellulite and all. I’m a US size 16 and I am about 5’9”. The reason I mention this is because I’ve come to realize over the years that a size ‘x’ can look very, very different depending on your height, weight and where your body decides to store fat. It changes from person to person and no two people really emphasize the size category the same way.

With that said, that means that your pants size (or shirt size) should not be indicative of who you are, whether or not you have worth and whether or not you find love or happiness.

Lots of us get so hung up on that number.. or the number on the scale that we constantly damage ourselves from the time we are young all the way into old age.

And I don’t know about a lot of you fine people, but I don’t want to spend my time being phobic of my scale, food, or a clothing store. I want to live life for me. I want to go outside and appreciate what I see without constantly judging it or comparing it to other things.

So yes, I’m not American society’s ideal woman, but you know what? I don’t care. Ideals are ideals because they are rarely attainable and I don’t want to spend my life trying to be what I cannot. I’ve been down the ED road before and I have to say, it wasn’t pleasant. And in the end, I just looked really. really ill.

And I have stretchmarks (from both weight loss/gain and pregnancy), my stomach may not be what you are bombarded with in magazines and in television. I have cellulite on my legs and butt and I have less than toned arms. But you know what? I don’t care anymore.

Those are just things. Cellulite is just that. Cellulite. Stretchmarks are indicative of growth in my body. Visible proof that I carried another life in me as well. They are just a genetic trait I ended up with. Nothing more. I could choose to look at them as disfiguring, but when I do that, I only damage myself. So I choose not to do that. I choose to look at the cellulite on my legs and butt as my body’s way of telling me that’s where it wants to store fat in the winter (or whenever I go long periods of time with inactivity).

I just more or less shrug now when I realize I’m not that ‘perfect’ hourglass shape most women my age want to be. Because you know what? That’s not my body. And I shouldn’t shame myself or be shamed because of it. My body can do so much and I only get the one.

So I choose to work on my personality and be more positive for myself and my family. I would hate to have my son see how I viewed (and still struggle with viewing) my body. I want him to have healthy attitudes about and toward people and himself.

Live for today, look toward the future.

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