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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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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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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NSFW 18+: I love this body: A Letter of Promises.
Body, 
I love you. 
I danced in you and with you for the last 15 years. I’m sorry I’ve kept you from that movement for the past two. I really wanted to keep going, but I was so sure that the girls on the dance team would make fun of you, and I wanted to spare you that. Yet I can feel your feet twitch and legs shutter when there’s a song we know. And I promise: We will dance again. 
I’ve hiked, and rafted, and ran, and climbed with you, I have showed you adventure and adrenaline and you have showed me what it is to be fearless and strong. And I promise: I will take you to new places if you promise to get me there. 
We’ve cried- a lot. But every time, I remembered to spread the tears over your broken skin because salt heals. And I promise: I never cry because of you- you are my beauty and I will never be ashamed or sad because of you. 
I love the way you move when we are alone, half naked and unafraid to move how it feels good to move, to finally stretch out that one back muscle that is always so tense. And when I catch a glimpse in the mirror my first thought is always pride. You are magnificent. And I promise: I will always give you this time, alone with just me, half naked and unafraid. 
Body, I know I have never shared you with anyone, and that maybe you feel unwanted. You remain untouched by any one else, and I’m sorry that I alone can’t make you orgasm, but I have tried and tried and I just can’t make you do what you won’t do. I know right now it frustrates me, and I am sorry. And I promise: When we are both ready, we will experience it, it just might not be for a while.
 Most of all, I love you. It is a history of love, a current love, and a promise: I will always love you above all else. 
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NSFW 18+: I love this body: A Letter of Promises.

Body, 

I love you. 

I danced in you and with you for the last 15 years. I’m sorry I’ve kept you from that movement for the past two. I really wanted to keep going, but I was so sure that the girls on the dance team would make fun of you, and I wanted to spare you that. Yet I can feel your feet twitch and legs shutter when there’s a song we know. And I promise: We will dance again. 

I’ve hiked, and rafted, and ran, and climbed with you, I have showed you adventure and adrenaline and you have showed me what it is to be fearless and strong. And I promise: I will take you to new places if you promise to get me there. 

We’ve cried- a lot. But every time, I remembered to spread the tears over your broken skin because salt heals. And I promise: I never cry because of you- you are my beauty and I will never be ashamed or sad because of you. 

I love the way you move when we are alone, half naked and unafraid to move how it feels good to move, to finally stretch out that one back muscle that is always so tense. And when I catch a glimpse in the mirror my first thought is always pride. You are magnificent. And I promise: I will always give you this time, alone with just me, half naked and unafraid. 

Body, I know I have never shared you with anyone, and that maybe you feel unwanted. You remain untouched by any one else, and I’m sorry that I alone can’t make you orgasm, but I have tried and tried and I just can’t make you do what you won’t do. I know right now it frustrates me, and I am sorry. And I promise: When we are both ready, we will experience it, it just might not be for a while.

 Most of all, I love you. It is a history of love, a current love, and a promise: I will always love you above all else. 

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I’ve been a dancer since a young age, but it wasn’t until I hit puberty that I was told I need to stay thin.
I was around ten and my teacher repeatedly told me that I shouldn’t weigh more than 108 pounds.
It’s been put in my head since a young age that I need to be thin to be successful.
I thought having a negative self body image was okay since I was a dancer.
When I got to middle school it was harder because I wasn’t as petite as my classmate’s, and I was a lot taller.
I still have to look at my body everyday in the mirror and accept that I’m not going to look like the rest of the petite dancers.
I still have a bad body image, but I’m slowly making my way towards accepting myself the way I am.
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I’ve been a dancer since a young age, but it wasn’t until I hit puberty that I was told I need to stay thin.

I was around ten and my teacher repeatedly told me that I shouldn’t weigh more than 108 pounds.

It’s been put in my head since a young age that I need to be thin to be successful.

I thought having a negative self body image was okay since I was a dancer.

When I got to middle school it was harder because I wasn’t as petite as my classmate’s, and I was a lot taller.

I still have to look at my body everyday in the mirror and accept that I’m not going to look like the rest of the petite dancers.

I still have a bad body image, but I’m slowly making my way towards accepting myself the way I am.

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I hope one day I can love myself enough to start eating again, like some of the lovely and brave people on here. I’m a 6 foot, 130lb male, who’s been diagnosed with anorexia athletica as well as chew and spit syndrome. Everyday I struggle with feeling as though I am too fat (as well as my occasionally bad acne cysts). I know deep down that I’m not fat, however, I feel as though people will value me more if I remain emaciated. I hope that one day I can have the security to pick up a fork and stop this self-destructive cycle once and for all. 
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I hope one day I can love myself enough to start eating again, like some of the lovely and brave people on here. I’m a 6 foot, 130lb male, who’s been diagnosed with anorexia athletica as well as chew and spit syndrome. Everyday I struggle with feeling as though I am too fat (as well as my occasionally bad acne cysts). I know deep down that I’m not fat, however, I feel as though people will value me more if I remain emaciated. I hope that one day I can have the security to pick up a fork and stop this self-destructive cycle once and for all. 

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