Posts tagged self image
Posts tagged self image
TW: self harm, eating disorder
This is very brave for me to post, but I’m going to, because when I looked at this picture, I didn’t hate what I saw. I didn’t see a bulging stomach, fat thighs, and ugly scars. I saw a waist that dipped in, a small chest, and scars that are finally fading and healing. And I was okay with how I looked here. I may not be the thinnest girl and I may not have flawless skin, but I am me, and I am trying to accept that.
I have suffered from Bulimia for three years now, and have spent every second of those three years hating my body and the way I look. I have taken razors to my skin over and over because of that disgust I felt towards myself. But I am in recovery now. I am trying to see myself as beautiful the way I am. I wear what I want in an attempt to feel confident. I go to the beach in bikinis and am not ashamed of my scars. I still have terrible self-image, but I try to fight it in small ways every day. I am trying to love myself again.
Years of facing my eating disorder and the slew of self-hate, insecurity, fatigue, and pain that comes with it, I’m once again in a dressing room trying on swimsuits for the summer.
And I’m not in love with what I see yet, and I won’t lie about that.
And I’m not extremely confident, and it shows.
But I am accepting of myself as a human being and I’m so proud of what my body can do that I’m positive that I can focus on those things and lean on the support of loved ones to get me through swimsuit season, once again.
Time for me to start where I was always supposed to: inside. And when I can get more comfortable there, I’m sure I can rock a bikini like all you beautiful people on here that inspire me everyday. Thanks to you all.
I am pregnant and these are my cool rainbow-shaped stretch marks that I just noticed today. So cool. Love your body! Bodies do amazing things!
My name is Alisa, and I am someone who has struggled with my body for a very long time. I come from a physically and mentally abusive household, and I was always taught to hate my body (as well as myself) rather than love it. Today, I stand 5’ 9” at 173 pounds. It has been a long battle, but over the past two years I’ve been learning how to love my body exactly the way it is. After distancing myself from my family, I have been able to surround myself with people who support me. You only have one body, and you should love it too. No matter what type or shape or size, your body is beautiful because it is yours. You all deserve to be happy, and what you look like should not dictate that. I love each and every one of you, and my ask box is always open if you need a little support or just someone to talk to. You’re all beautiful just the way you are.
This boy, well he is the love of my life. my hero… i’ve been through Severe depression, anxiety, self harm and have attempted suicide and this boy he has saved me. saved me from myself. I’m almost 3 months clean from self harm, thats the longest i’ve been in 5 years. It has only crossed my mind once. I smile now, smile for real. I’m happy and it’s because of him because he has made me feel beautiful, made me comfortable with myself, my hero. BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!
I have been taunted by my peers as long as I can remember about my body,face, hair, etc.. and after a hard battle i have come to see that they’re wrong. I’ve come to terms with my body and im happy to be where i am now
Everyone deserves the chance to feel good about themselves. And thanks to this revolution I found a while ago I have never looked back. I went from questioning everything about myself to the confident person I am today. It wasn’t easy, but I finally learned to love myself. I am beautiful on the inside and the outside. And you deserve to feel that way about yourself. You deserve to have body peace. We all do.
Hello everyone! My name is Sara. I am 22 years old and I wear a size 11 US pants. What is the definition of “large”. And why is this word so horrible. In the last few weeks I have had many men call me large. But, the funny thing is. When I think of the word Large, I think of it as “Large and in charge”.
My only few words of advice to anyone who has ever been called large is, You need to be large and in charge. No matter if it hurts, its going to feel better once you look at yourself in a positive way. No one out there is allowed to make you feel less then what you are worth, and what you are worth is more then you think you are. Everyone is beautiful, no matter if its on the outside or the inside. We are only human, and we are doing the best we can to survive. Because we are only put here for a short time, and we only get one body. Enjoy your bodacious curves or your swimsuit body. No matter your size small or large. They are just words. But, how you listen to them matters.
You are all beautiful. And You yourself have the power to feel that way. Only you can do that. So what are you waiting for, send your self flowers, send your self a pizza! Just don’t wait any longer and do it already.
sarasmash.tumblr.com letts kick some booty together. <3
I’m finally starting to love my body.
I haven’t lifted much in the past year and I’ve dropped about five pounds since then, but my muscles look leaner and more defined. I weigh about 10 pounds more than a typical girl of similar size but I have very noticeable muscles on my shoulders and legs which I am quite proud of.
And no, I don’t have a squat butt but I’m okay with that. I do not need a squat butt functioning as a windsail while I’m on my bike. And if I had nice aesthetic abs and a tiny waist I wouldn’t have the body fat to fuel long workouts and I probably wouldn’t be able to enjoy ice cream and chocolate as much as I do! Maybe I lack the bulging, impressive quads to squat 250 pounds, but someone who can squat 250 pounds (which is an awesome accomplishment) probably doesn’t want to swim, bike, and run for a consecutive 6-7 hours like I want to.
When I amp up my training to 10+ hours a week this summer to prepare for a half Ironman this fall, I understand that it is way more cardio than anyone ever needs, but I do it because I want to accomplish a goal, not a goal body. I started working out and paying attention to what I eat at the start of 2012 to be “healthier”, but it ended up turning into food obsessions and crying when I felt out of control of what I was eating. I still struggle with food sometimes, but now I’ve learned that it’s okay not to want to be “thin” or “fit” or “healthy” anymore.
I’m proud of what my body can do and I’m thrilled knowing I’ve found a sport that makes me endlessly happy and gives me seemingly insane goals to work toward! And I’m even prouder of myself because I really don’t care what it makes me look like!
sometimes it’s hard to love my hips, that are larger than the hips of most of the girls my age. its hard to love my butt, when my friends have thigh gaps and small butts. Its hard to love the lump of my belly, which bumps out in everything I wear. Sometimes it’s hard to love my love handles, which stick out every-time i wear a bathing suit. my face, i would say, is the hardest thing to love about me. i have bushy eyebrows, tiny eyes with huge bags underneath it. I have a gigantic nose that looks even wider when i smile. i have a little bit of a visible mustache, and huge lips that look like I overdid a lipsuction surgery. it’s hard to love the size of my head, which is about the size of a mini basketball (that’s pretty big for a head)
sometimes its even hard to love me for me. i’m just an awkward and extremely clumsy, introverted teenager who is head over heels over a boy and feels insecure about herself, at times.
sometimes its hard to see that I’m beautiful.
i completely agreed when i saw someone say that loving yourself is the hardest thing you will ever have to do. i’m trying to get to that goal, and I’m trying to see the beauty in me, but it is so hard, and sometimes i feel like I haven’t made any progress
I’m taking one step at a time, and everyday i’m seeing myself as more and more beautiful
so to wrap up this post, ill just say the things I love about myself right now:
i love my hair, it’s wavy and flowy and i just love how it looks!
I love how my eyes twinkle. they have a special twinkle in them that i can’t see in anyone else’s. i also love how my eyes have long eyelashes and are almond shaped
i love my chubby cheeks, and how they have a tint of red that makes me look like I’m blushing all the time
i love how i have no acne problems
i love how curvy and tall i look in this picture
i love my thighs. they are smooth and nice looking
i love my long legs. they look very elegant.
and most of all, i love my personality. i am understanding and a listener, who goes all psycho in front of her friends but is a quiet, polite girl in front of other people. and no matter how many times i get put down, i always get back up stronger
ill post a picture of my face when i completely get to my goal and feel absolutely beautiful. but for right now, ill just keep on working towards that goal
remember, you may find yourself to be the ugliest person in the world, but there is always going to be someone out there that find you gorgeous. i know, i’m one of them!
have a nice day lovelies!
This is me (and my friend lurking in the background) on a recent educational trip to Mpumalanga, South Africa. I really did not like any of the photos taken of me on this trip as my body kept being displayed in a way that really made me feel uncomfortable and disgusted with myself.
A friend told me, however, that I look like one of the Renaissance women, all porcelain skin and flowing hair and curves.. to me (as a fine artist) the epitome of beauty.
Now everytime I look at a photo of myself I remember what she said - that I AM beautiful, that my body IS beautiful and that even though I am still struggling every day with accepting myself… it’s ok to feel pretty sometimes just like it’s ok to feel rotten sometimes.
So come say hey :) I love making new friends
PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT TO THE BODY POSITIVE COMMUNITY:
the body positive community is really important to me & I’m really tired of feeling judged and excluded by hateful ableists
[TW: Mention of eating disorder]
For as long as I remember, I have always sought absolute perfection. In school, the only acceptable grade to obtain was an “A.” At work, I always strived to be the top seller at my store. In my friend circle, I sought to be the friendly, bubbly girl that everyone could come to in their time of need. From an outsider’s point of view, I would be viewed as a healthy young adult. Unfortunately, this assumption could not be further from the truth. I possessed an internal struggle with the appearance of my body. In my eyes, my stomach was not flat enough, my arms were chubby, and my skin was a pasty shade of weight. As a result, I drastically altered my eating habits. I began eating close to nothing and vigorously working out at the gym. Unfortunately, this did not make me feel better about my self image. I was hungry, tired, and emaciated. My friends told me they noticed a drop in my energy levels and had not been by bubbly self for a while. This feedback from my friends made me come to realize that I was BEAUTIFUL just the way I was. I was not born to have barbie-like proportions, I was born to be myself. Now, I eat freely without worrying about the calorie count. I go out with my friends and eat pizza. Late at night, I snack on my favorite Ben & Jerry’s ice cream flavors. I never weigh myself or count these calories. Eating freely and accepting my body has been an enlightening experience. My constant hunger was replaced by happiness. I now LOVE my body and would not do anything to alter it’s appearance. Every morning I look in the mirror and smile, as I know that I am no longer straining my body and live a healthy lifestyle.
You can follow me at crazy-talking.tumblr.com if you want advice or any tips for accepting your BEAUTIFUL body :)
So when I’m sad I make weird faces and try to make myself laugh. Here I am sans any makeup or hair products.
Here I go again! Post three. Except lately, everything sucks. So I’m feelin’ rather down on myself and this is me trying to remember that not everything that goes wrong is my fault, and sometimes people do some really awful things and hurt you in the toughest ways.
But you can’t have a rainbow without a storm and just because it’s bad right now, doesn’t mean it won’t get better.
Want to follow along with me on my journey to loving me for me? Check me out.
My story isn’t an easy one, but it’s not the worst. I had a bad relationship at a young age and sometimes I think back to the things I was told. Sometimes I think I’m ugly, my hair is gross, my skin disgusting and my body just repulsive. It’s hard to be told these things and then erase them, but I’m trying. I have good days, and then days like today, I have bad ones as well. I’m just starting to realize that everyone is beautiful - even the small women I called skeletons for so long.
Not everyone is the same, and that is the beauty of life: we’re all different. Words can’t describe how much I’ve struggled, nor how far I’ve come. I’ve gained weight since the relationship but maybe that’s the “fuck you” coming out of me. I have a lot of great role models in my life and they have really taught me to be one to others so that is what I’m trying, to be body positive! I hope the message this page sends spreads worldwide and we can all be proud of who we are, rather than worry about who we are not.