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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I wish I could erase every thought in every woman’s, every little girls head that because they have large thighs and freckles or because they have acne, too much or too little hair, a loud laugh and a smile with a crack that their happiness broke through, that they’ve nothing to worry about; and I wish I could erase every sad smile we have to fake when girls we admire for their physicality say they’re fat.

The thing is, I’m 17, and the brain is a complicated thing. We, when harming who we are, are crippled; I mean, without the brain, you’re nothing. Literally nothing. A slab of meat (attractive meat, however) attached to a wonderful face.

I got conscious of my acne and thighs and lack of glimmer when I was nine; and have disappeared further and further since.  When my Father got Terminal Cancer, I thought logic had driven it away; however I just replaced it with school work…and here I am- starting to recover. I still have Depression, OCD , Anxiety beyond any human level and Panic Attacks related to all that’s going on in my life, but little thoughts and comparisons still remain to remind me of what I’m not, pulling me back to all I CAN’T do because I’m too chubby. I have thoughts of a boys face I like and how disgusted they would be as they cuddle me, the better options all around them.

You deserve better.

I’ve never once been called pretty. I’ve never once been kissed, had someone or was looked at (knowingly) the way we all wish ourselves to be. I find my nose a little strange, my thighs too large and my acne less than desirable- my eyes too blue and my pupils too large.  But that’s the key phrase there; less than desirable. By whom? People you’ve never met? We aren’t sitting next to them when they’re in love or during loss and who says we ever will be and when we are they certainly wish for kindness and love as opposed to a glass picture to watch and admire….to smash. You are every colour ever invented, every breath ever breathed and every atom that makes us up.  One day I’ll stop comparing myself- but I’ve gotten far. I have moments when I think of myself as pretty, and others when I fake it. I drown out my actual thoughts until I realize the stupidity behind my old ones.  I look in the mirror and don’t look at every individual spot on my face as I used to, to pinpoint my imperfections, but rather at my eyes where my soul should lay and is, in itself, beautiful.

Please know that you’re not perfect. Seven letters couldn’t encompass the beauty behind who you are- everything wonderful and gorgeous and scary and horrible and you and complicated.  You are the most beautiful person you could ever be. You are. You really are. Seriously.
Love, Casey <3 
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I wish I could erase every thought in every woman’s, every little girls head that because they have large thighs and freckles or because they have acne, too much or too little hair, a loud laugh and a smile with a crack that their happiness broke through, that they’ve nothing to worry about; and I wish I could erase every sad smile we have to fake when girls we admire for their physicality say they’re fat.

The thing is, I’m 17, and the brain is a complicated thing. We, when harming who we are, are crippled; I mean, without the brain, you’re nothing. Literally nothing. A slab of meat (attractive meat, however) attached to a wonderful face.

I got conscious of my acne and thighs and lack of glimmer when I was nine; and have disappeared further and further since.  When my Father got Terminal Cancer, I thought logic had driven it away; however I just replaced it with school work…and here I am- starting to recover. I still have Depression, OCD , Anxiety beyond any human level and Panic Attacks related to all that’s going on in my life, but little thoughts and comparisons still remain to remind me of what I’m not, pulling me back to all I CAN’T do because I’m too chubby. I have thoughts of a boys face I like and how disgusted they would be as they cuddle me, the better options all around them.

You deserve better.

I’ve never once been called pretty. I’ve never once been kissed, had someone or was looked at (knowingly) the way we all wish ourselves to be. I find my nose a little strange, my thighs too large and my acne less than desirable- my eyes too blue and my pupils too large.  But that’s the key phrase there; less than desirable. By whom? People you’ve never met? We aren’t sitting next to them when they’re in love or during loss and who says we ever will be and when we are they certainly wish for kindness and love as opposed to a glass picture to watch and admire….to smash. You are every colour ever invented, every breath ever breathed and every atom that makes us up.  One day I’ll stop comparing myself- but I’ve gotten far. I have moments when I think of myself as pretty, and others when I fake it. I drown out my actual thoughts until I realize the stupidity behind my old ones.  I look in the mirror and don’t look at every individual spot on my face as I used to, to pinpoint my imperfections, but rather at my eyes where my soul should lay and is, in itself, beautiful.

Please know that you’re not perfect. Seven letters couldn’t encompass the beauty behind who you are- everything wonderful and gorgeous and scary and horrible and you and complicated.  You are the most beautiful person you could ever be. You are. You really are. Seriously.

Love, Casey <3 

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TW: Bullying, mental/emotional abuse.
Hello! My name’s Brittany. I’m 24, from northeastern Pennsylvania, and this blog changed my life.
To start, I grew up in a very toxic household full of emotional and mental abuse that I got from both of my parents and my considerably thinner half-sister. Sometimes my sister would take her lipstick and write things like “fat whore” and “cow” on my bedroom mirror, then my parents would defend her by saying things like, “well, she wouldn’t do those things if you were skinny!”
I found out about Tumblr about two years ago, which lead me to find this amazing blog and to me educating myself on body positivity, fat positivity, and self-love. I don’t know where I would be now if I never found this place and the brilliant people on it. All of your stories, experiences, and positivity helped me stop wishing I were someone else… because I never want to be anyone else.
Because of this blog, and the support from some amazing friends, I’ve had the courage to stand up to my family, even if they still don’t accept my confidence and self-love. Not only that, but I’m over-the-moon happy with myself and my size 24 body— the rolls, the stretchmarks, the battle scars, and everything else that makes my body uniquely me!
Thank you, SHYB! 
Oh, and I’m always looking for new friends, too! If you’d like to chat, feel free to inbox me and we’ll go for RIta’s Italian Ice together!
x
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TW: Bullying, mental/emotional abuse.

Hello! My name’s Brittany. I’m 24, from northeastern Pennsylvania, and this blog changed my life.

To start, I grew up in a very toxic household full of emotional and mental abuse that I got from both of my parents and my considerably thinner half-sister. Sometimes my sister would take her lipstick and write things like “fat whore” and “cow” on my bedroom mirror, then my parents would defend her by saying things like, “well, she wouldn’t do those things if you were skinny!”

I found out about Tumblr about two years ago, which lead me to find this amazing blog and to me educating myself on body positivity, fat positivity, and self-love. I don’t know where I would be now if I never found this place and the brilliant people on it. All of your stories, experiences, and positivity helped me stop wishing I were someone else… because I never want to be anyone else.

Because of this blog, and the support from some amazing friends, I’ve had the courage to stand up to my family, even if they still don’t accept my confidence and self-love. Not only that, but I’m over-the-moon happy with myself and my size 24 body— the rolls, the stretchmarks, the battle scars, and everything else that makes my body uniquely me!

Thank you, SHYB! 

Oh, and I’m always looking for new friends, too! If you’d like to chat, feel free to inbox me and we’ll go for RIta’s Italian Ice together!

x

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I’m so sick of the word “flattering.” Dress for your shape? More like dress for yourSELF. &lt;3

Shannon. Size 28, business casual.

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I’m so sick of the word “flattering.” Dress for your shape? More like dress for yourSELF. <3
Shannon. Size 28, business casual.
Visit my blog here!
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(I posted here a couple of years ago, when I was in the depths of my eating disorder and beginning to slowly crawl my way out of that hell, today I am posting as someone who considers themself healed and well. It is wonderful. Never lose faith.)
For years I have spent so much energy and time hating my body. Through therapy, self-compassion and an eating disorder support group I have finally healed.
A few weeks ago I jumped on my turbo trainer (my bicycle hooked up to a stationary trainer). I hit the 30 minute or so mark and looked down at my legs as I stood up. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I literally became overwhelmed with this insane feeling that I couldn’t describe. I just kept looking at them, marvelling them, taking them in. Then it dawned on me. I was looking at my legs with genuine pride and happiness, I was looking at my legs and admiring them. I was looking at my legs and it suddenly hit me, I was looking at them with love. I love my legs. Right there in that moment, looking down at my thighs pumping away on those pedals I realised how much I adore my legs.
They are nowhere near as toned or fit as they were when I was regularly cycling, but that doesn’t matter. They are not as thin as they were two years ago, but that doesn’t matter. Right now. How they are. Right in this moment. I love them. And after taking some sweaty selfies in the mirror I can honestly say, that whilst there might be a bit of extra fluff around my midriff, whilst in these tight shorts I have love handles and perhaps my arms could do with a little toning. Despite all of that, I still love my body. Right now. As it is. No exceptions.
That night I concluded that it was moments like that which make recovery so damn worth it. Not to look down at my legs, see imperfections and want to bully them into a different shape. But to look down at my legs and literally tell them, out loud, that I love them.
Today, a few weeks later I decided to jump on the scales for the first time in about 6 months. Partly because I was feeling out of touch with my body, disconnected. Looking in the mirror it feels like a bit of an illusion at times. Some days I think I am ok, some days I look and feel like I am taking up SO much space. But most days I let those feelings go, tell my body I love it and go about my day because let’s be honest, it really doesn’t matter what it looks like.
I was nervous before stepping on the scales, I can’t believe I used to put myself through that every.damn.single.morning. I was convinced over the winter/Christmas/exam period I had put on a considerable amount of weight.
The last 6 months I have eaten what I want, when I want. I have by no means followed a meal plan or a specific diet. I spent 2-3 months almost completely sedentary because of university work. I’ve done exercise when I wanted to and not forced myself to do it for aesthetic reasons. It’s purely been for mood, energy and general feelings of wellness. Plus a break from uni work. I’ve eaten pizza, takeaways, roast dinners, cakes, salads, wholesome meals and I have gained a whopping ~3lbs.
I’ve noticed by body composition has changed. Yes I used to range between two sizes and now I am always in the top of those two. Yes I am a little bit fluffy, the muscles my body built through cycling have been hidden. But you know what? That is ok! When I look back over the last few months, not caring about my weight, listening to my body and eating and exercising as much or as little as I want has allowed me to pass my degree, develop emotionally and go through a whole lot of stuff in therapy. And ironically, the moment I stopped trying to maintain or control my weight and started living and listening to my body, it started doing it itself. Yes I have gained a couple of lbs but seriously? In my book that is maintaining. I could jump on the scales again tomorrow and it could increase or decrease by 2lbs. That’s fluctuation.
It’s times like these that I am SO glad I trust my body and know that I don’t need to manipulate or control it in order to live a wholesome life and develop in so many ways. I am SO glad that I am not fixated or obsessed on changing my body in huge ways.
I can accept my body as it is, maybe one day I’ll want to change it, and yes I am excited for how my body might feel after lots of cycling but that will be a side effect of doing something I love.
I don’t want to change a single thing about my beautifully imperfect body - you know how big and how awesome that is? To not wake up thinking about how my body is going to look one day? But actually appreciating how it looks today? How it functions today? What it does for me and what it helps me do? 
It’s bloody wonderful.
Tam - learning&#8212;to-live&#8212;again.tumblr.com
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(I posted here a couple of years ago, when I was in the depths of my eating disorder and beginning to slowly crawl my way out of that hell, today I am posting as someone who considers themself healed and well. It is wonderful. Never lose faith.)

For years I have spent so much energy and time hating my body. Through therapy, self-compassion and an eating disorder support group I have finally healed.

A few weeks ago I jumped on my turbo trainer (my bicycle hooked up to a stationary trainer). I hit the 30 minute or so mark and looked down at my legs as I stood up. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I literally became overwhelmed with this insane feeling that I couldn’t describe. I just kept looking at them, marvelling them, taking them in. Then it dawned on me. I was looking at my legs with genuine pride and happiness, I was looking at my legs and admiring them. I was looking at my legs and it suddenly hit me, I was looking at them with love. I love my legs. Right there in that moment, looking down at my thighs pumping away on those pedals I realised how much I adore my legs.

They are nowhere near as toned or fit as they were when I was regularly cycling, but that doesn’t matter. They are not as thin as they were two years ago, but that doesn’t matter. Right now. How they are. Right in this moment. I love them. And after taking some sweaty selfies in the mirror I can honestly say, that whilst there might be a bit of extra fluff around my midriff, whilst in these tight shorts I have love handles and perhaps my arms could do with a little toning. Despite all of that, I still love my body. Right now. As it is. No exceptions.

That night I concluded that it was moments like that which make recovery so damn worth it. Not to look down at my legs, see imperfections and want to bully them into a different shape. But to look down at my legs and literally tell them, out loud, that I love them.

Today, a few weeks later I decided to jump on the scales for the first time in about 6 months. Partly because I was feeling out of touch with my body, disconnected. Looking in the mirror it feels like a bit of an illusion at times. Some days I think I am ok, some days I look and feel like I am taking up SO much space. But most days I let those feelings go, tell my body I love it and go about my day because let’s be honest, it really doesn’t matter what it looks like.

I was nervous before stepping on the scales, I can’t believe I used to put myself through that every.damn.single.morning. I was convinced over the winter/Christmas/exam period I had put on a considerable amount of weight.

The last 6 months I have eaten what I want, when I want. I have by no means followed a meal plan or a specific diet. I spent 2-3 months almost completely sedentary because of university work. I’ve done exercise when I wanted to and not forced myself to do it for aesthetic reasons. It’s purely been for mood, energy and general feelings of wellness. Plus a break from uni work. I’ve eaten pizza, takeaways, roast dinners, cakes, salads, wholesome meals and I have gained a whopping ~3lbs.

I’ve noticed by body composition has changed. Yes I used to range between two sizes and now I am always in the top of those two. Yes I am a little bit fluffy, the muscles my body built through cycling have been hidden. But you know what? That is ok! When I look back over the last few months, not caring about my weight, listening to my body and eating and exercising as much or as little as I want has allowed me to pass my degree, develop emotionally and go through a whole lot of stuff in therapy. And ironically, the moment I stopped trying to maintain or control my weight and started living and listening to my body, it started doing it itself. Yes I have gained a couple of lbs but seriously? In my book that is maintaining. I could jump on the scales again tomorrow and it could increase or decrease by 2lbs. That’s fluctuation.

It’s times like these that I am SO glad I trust my body and know that I don’t need to manipulate or control it in order to live a wholesome life and develop in so many ways. I am SO glad that I am not fixated or obsessed on changing my body in huge ways.

I can accept my body as it is, maybe one day I’ll want to change it, and yes I am excited for how my body might feel after lots of cycling but that will be a side effect of doing something I love.

I don’t want to change a single thing about my beautifully imperfect body - you know how big and how awesome that is? To not wake up thinking about how my body is going to look one day? But actually appreciating how it looks today? How it functions today? What it does for me and what it helps me do?

It’s bloody wonderful.

Tam - learning—to-live—again.tumblr.com

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Potentially nsfw:
This, is an image that even weeks ago, I wouldn’t have dreamt of sending to a partner, let alone submitting to a blog online. I used to dislike the fact that gravity worked entirely against me and that I had rolls on my back so much that I’d not get changed around absolutely anyone and I’d make sure I thought nobody could see anything that resembled rolls or lumps and now, I’ve accepted entirely what my body looks like and I love it.
I hope other women of my size fall in love with their bodies as much as I have. And if anybody wants to see more of how in love with my body I really am, check.out my blog: jigglynudes.tumblr.com OR jigglybeth.tumblr.com and drop me a line if you want to talk :)
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Potentially nsfw:

This, is an image that even weeks ago, I wouldn’t have dreamt of sending to a partner, let alone submitting to a blog online. I used to dislike the fact that gravity worked entirely against me and that I had rolls on my back so much that I’d not get changed around absolutely anyone and I’d make sure I thought nobody could see anything that resembled rolls or lumps and now, I’ve accepted entirely what my body looks like and I love it.

I hope other women of my size fall in love with their bodies as much as I have. And if anybody wants to see more of how in love with my body I really am, check.out my blog: jigglynudes.tumblr.com OR jigglybeth.tumblr.com and drop me a line if you want to talk :)

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So er I used to be underweight and extremely self conscious, but recently I&#8217;ve hit my goal and I&#8217;m gaining weight which is a really nice change for me. I never used to be able to go to the beach or out with friends in summer because I disliked my arms, but now I am really really confident. It&#8217;s a great thing to be able to say &#8220;I would rather my body than anyone else&#8217;s&#8221; so yeah, that&#8217;s me and my life pretty much right now :) 
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So er I used to be underweight and extremely self conscious, but recently I’ve hit my goal and I’m gaining weight which is a really nice change for me. I never used to be able to go to the beach or out with friends in summer because I disliked my arms, but now I am really really confident. It’s a great thing to be able to say “I would rather my body than anyone else’s” so yeah, that’s me and my life pretty much right now :) 

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Two years ago, I would not have been able to post this. Two years ago, I would have deleted this picture and then attempt to take a picture in a different, more flattering angle. Today, I post this picture, and a promise. I promise that I will stop standing in front of the mirror every day just to poke, pinch and scold myself for looking unacceptable. I promise to start treating my body like the beautiful temple it is, instead of constantly being ashamed of it. I promise to love myself. 
I love you guys. If anyone tells you that you are not beautiful, tell them to go bite rocks. Stay brutal.
http://dr-thunderpants.tumblr.com/

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Two years ago, I would not have been able to post this. Two years ago, I would have deleted this picture and then attempt to take a picture in a different, more flattering angle. Today, I post this picture, and a promise. I promise that I will stop standing in front of the mirror every day just to poke, pinch and scold myself for looking unacceptable. I promise to start treating my body like the beautiful temple it is, instead of constantly being ashamed of it. I promise to love myself. 

I love you guys. If anyone tells you that you are not beautiful, tell them to go bite rocks. Stay brutal.

http://dr-thunderpants.tumblr.com/

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My second submission because I thought of more to say&#8230;
I absolutely hate certain things about me. I hate my ears, because they stick out way too much and I think it&#8217;s unattractive. I cover them with my hair almost constantly. I have this one bottom tooth that isn&#8217;t in line with my other teeth, and it really bothers me. My bust is small. I break out really badly sometimes. My hair is frizzy and dry. I think my eyes are too small for my face. I have a fat roll when I sit down. My thighs rub together when I walk. I think my nose is weird.
But you know what? It&#8217;s who I am. My ears help me hear, and I&#8217;m thankful for that. My teeth allow me to eat, and I&#8217;m thankful for that. My bust doesn&#8217;t have to be big for me to be attractive. Acne can be covered, it&#8217;s a natural part of life, and it&#8217;ll go away eventually. My hair can be really pretty when I take proper care of it. My eyes are a lovely color (I think, anyway) and I can see perfectly. I&#8217;m pretty sure everyone has a bit of a roll when they sit. So what if I don&#8217;t have a thigh gap? And noses are just kind of weird in general ;P
Although there are aspects of myself that I wish were different, I&#8217;m starting to accept my body for what it is. I need to take the best care of it that I can, because it&#8217;s the only one I&#8217;ll ever have.
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My second submission because I thought of more to say…

I absolutely hate certain things about me. I hate my ears, because they stick out way too much and I think it’s unattractive. I cover them with my hair almost constantly. I have this one bottom tooth that isn’t in line with my other teeth, and it really bothers me. My bust is small. I break out really badly sometimes. My hair is frizzy and dry. I think my eyes are too small for my face. I have a fat roll when I sit down. My thighs rub together when I walk. I think my nose is weird.

But you know what? It’s who I am. My ears help me hear, and I’m thankful for that. My teeth allow me to eat, and I’m thankful for that. My bust doesn’t have to be big for me to be attractive. Acne can be covered, it’s a natural part of life, and it’ll go away eventually. My hair can be really pretty when I take proper care of it. My eyes are a lovely color (I think, anyway) and I can see perfectly. I’m pretty sure everyone has a bit of a roll when they sit. So what if I don’t have a thigh gap? And noses are just kind of weird in general ;P

Although there are aspects of myself that I wish were different, I’m starting to accept my body for what it is. I need to take the best care of it that I can, because it’s the only one I’ll ever have.

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