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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Even though many people have pointed out that I am a slim girl, I still feel insecure about my body but it wasn’t until I took this picture did I finally get some confidence about my body :) (age 19)
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Even though many people have pointed out that I am a slim girl, I still feel insecure about my body but it wasn’t until I took this picture did I finally get some confidence about my body :) (age 19)

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This may seem weird but its honest, I’ve always tried to gain weight but couldn’t. I hate being small and short and it makes people not take me seriously.
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http://pineapplesnvaseline.tumblr.com/

This may seem weird but its honest, I’ve always tried to gain weight but couldn’t. I hate being small and short and it makes people not take me seriously.

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For most of my life I’ve carried deep shame of my body, my sexuality, and my “”woman-ness”” or “lack of it”.
But today I say farewell to these feelings to make room for some new awesome ones<3
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For most of my life I’ve carried deep shame of my body, my sexuality, and my “”woman-ness”” or “lack of it”.

But today I say farewell to these feelings to make room for some new awesome ones<3

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Ive dealt with small breasts insults since 9th grade and they havent grown, ive been called everything from “boy” to “spider bites” i’d like to be seen and accepted as a girl! Even if they are just joking and having fun it hurts.
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Ive dealt with small breasts insults since 9th grade and they havent grown, ive been called everything from “boy” to “spider bites” i’d like to be seen and accepted as a girl! Even if they are just joking and having fun it hurts.

http://whenumissmebaby.tumblr.com/

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 am a size 22 photographer form the U.S. who is trying to start a movement among photographers to show everyone how beautiful they are! This movement means encouraging photographers to be 100% body positive and never discriminate based on shape, size, color ect… PLEASE check out this page and help me work towards advertisement! If you are unable to donate please message me I love input and would love some co admins with this project! 
http://www.gofundme.com/emilyreithphotography
Much Love, Ms. Em
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 am a size 22 photographer form the U.S. who is trying to start a movement among photographers to show everyone how beautiful they are! This movement means encouraging photographers to be 100% body positive and never discriminate based on shape, size, color ect… PLEASE check out this page and help me work towards advertisement! If you are unable to donate please message me I love input and would love some co admins with this project! 

http://www.gofundme.com/emilyreithphotography

Much Love, Ms. Em

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People ask me why I wear this necklace. I tell them (and this is all true): I wear this necklace for a number of reasons. I wear it as a physical reminder of what I believe. I wear it to reaffirm my body positive days when I have them and to make my days body positive when that feels impossible. I wear it because, frankly, I like the necklace.
What I don’t usually share is perhaps the most important and certainly the most special reason. That is, every once in a short while when I’m walking to work, standing on the subway, or in any number of situations during which I am surrounded by strangers, I catch someone’s eyes flick downwards towards the necklace and back up again. I get to watch the words register by means of a smile that flashes across his or her face.
It is only ever a brief smile - maybe half a second. But those half seconds make me believe that we are connected by more than just our insecurities. We are also connected by our immediate and overwhelmingly - however brief - positive reaction to the idea that we are all beautiful.
Every body (is) beautiful.
Join me by following abodylovingmission.tumblr.com
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People ask me why I wear this necklace. I tell them (and this is all true): I wear this necklace for a number of reasons. I wear it as a physical reminder of what I believe. I wear it to reaffirm my body positive days when I have them and to make my days body positive when that feels impossible. I wear it because, frankly, I like the necklace.

What I don’t usually share is perhaps the most important and certainly the most special reason. That is, every once in a short while when I’m walking to work, standing on the subway, or in any number of situations during which I am surrounded by strangers, I catch someone’s eyes flick downwards towards the necklace and back up again. I get to watch the words register by means of a smile that flashes across his or her face.

It is only ever a brief smile - maybe half a second. But those half seconds make me believe that we are connected by more than just our insecurities. We are also connected by our immediate and overwhelmingly - however brief - positive reaction to the idea that we are all beautiful.

Every body (is) beautiful.

Join me by following abodylovingmission.tumblr.com

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So I don&#8217;t do modeling anymore because I got sick of the &#8220;inauthenticity&#8221; of that world and the other models themselves. I also don&#8217;t do it anymore because I was too stressed by my eating disorders (oh, the fact that I am a model is not the cause of my ED. I was assigned as female at birth but I identify more with a boy than a girl. I started to restrict my food because of my &#8220;female curves&#8221; I mean I though initially, that I would become a &#8220;straight line&#8221;. I&#8217;m kinda 10&#160;kg under my form-weight and I have such a disproportionate body. I can see my hip bones and there is no fat in my flanks area, but they are so fucking biggest than my bust. I just made my female structure more visible and it sucks, but it&#8217;s late. For a year I changed my food plan so many times and every time I start to see some changes in my body but they suddenly disappear. It can happen with my arms, flanks, and also with my protruding bones. EDs play with your life. EDs are stupid and get us stupid too, making us think stupid things and making us live people and things we loved. They all get on the background in favor of our eating disorder. It sucks, you agree? I have a good therapist, people continue to tell me that I&#8217;m skinny and perfect but &#8220;perfect&#8221; sounds TOO fat to me. I feel like recovery just isn&#8217;t possible. Am I unable to see how I really am? I don&#8217;t know what to do
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So I don’t do modeling anymore because I got sick of the “inauthenticity” of that world and the other models themselves. I also don’t do it anymore because I was too stressed by my eating disorders (oh, the fact that I am a model is not the cause of my ED. I was assigned as female at birth but I identify more with a boy than a girl. I started to restrict my food because of my “female curves” I mean I though initially, that I would become a “straight line”. I’m kinda 10 kg under my form-weight and I have such a disproportionate body. I can see my hip bones and there is no fat in my flanks area, but they are so fucking biggest than my bust. I just made my female structure more visible and it sucks, but it’s late. For a year I changed my food plan so many times and every time I start to see some changes in my body but they suddenly disappear. It can happen with my arms, flanks, and also with my protruding bones. EDs play with your life. EDs are stupid and get us stupid too, making us think stupid things and making us live people and things we loved. They all get on the background in favor of our eating disorder. It sucks, you agree? I have a good therapist, people continue to tell me that I’m skinny and perfect but “perfect” sounds TOO fat to me. I feel like recovery just isn’t possible. Am I unable to see how I really am? I don’t know what to do

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Triggers: eating disorder, self-bruising, hideously negative attitudes towards body

This is my fourth time submitting. Maybe fifth.I have not gotten over my body insecurities, if anything, it&#8217;s gotten worse, way worse. I feel embarrassed that after four times of chest-thumping and pledges to &#8216;fucking love myself&#8217;, I&#8217;ve not achieved it, and the other peoples&#8217; declarations have started to sound hollow. The more expletives I read, the more slogan they sound, the more I think: &#8220;Give it a week, sweetheart, you&#8217;re back to square one.&#8221;I&#8217;m sure I am not alone here. But it is so important to remember that a road to body acceptance can be very long. It may never end, death may get you first. There is nothing wrong with failing to achieve self-love over a short period or time. One surge in confidence is not going to fix a problem that has been going on for years.My eating is erratic at best and I keep stretching parts of my face to see what they&#8217;d look like if they were symmetrical.I persevere though. For me, it is most important to realise that I am still able to say to myself (and believe it): one day I will be fine. Not now, maybe not ever, but I still believe. As long as one believes it, they&#8217;re fighting for it. There is still hope. I don&#8217;t take fists to my chest and arms and thighs any more. I&#8217;ve, despite my present feelings, already achieved something. Or maybe I&#8217;m just growing old. Sometimes I feel like I should keep my mouth shut, because I&#8217;m a &#8216;conventionally attractive physically healthy slim white girl&#8221; in a very conservative North-Eastern European society whose majority gives absolute hell to people who are not &#8216;normative&#8217;, and all my complaints and insecurities are invalid, that I should &#8216;grow the fuck up. Then, at 21 (plenty young but not young enough) I often feel like I&#8217;m being immature. How do I combat something that I often even don&#8217;t perceive as a &#8216;real problem&#8217;? I have no idea how to approach my own problems in a sensible way, or whether they&#8217;re even real. I&#8217;m at a loss. I still hope though. Hope is good. I hope- no, I KNOW that I will be free of this one day. 
But if you&#8217;ve lost it, if all hope is gone, and you&#8217;ll feel like you&#8217;re forever on a path of war against your body and there is no way out, please don&#8217;t feel bad. You have not &#8216;failed&#8217;. This isn&#8217;t a bloody contest, a game. It&#8217;s just&#8230; I don&#8217;t know, being human. I hope it will get better for all. Good luck.All the best
me.&#8212;-About the photograph: this is my buddy, Cat. He has seen me naked a lot. Little shit has seen me trying to cover my bedroom mirror with paper, seen me pinching every part of body, seen me trampling around the apartment hurling verbal abuse at myself.  Very few people know the extent of what has been going on, but Cat has seen it all. Cat knows. It&#8217;s important to me that he is on a photograph that I chose to accompany this uncomfortably brain-baring submission.
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Triggers: eating disorder, self-bruising, hideously negative attitudes towards body

This is my fourth time submitting. Maybe fifth.
I have not gotten over my body insecurities, if anything, it’s gotten worse, way worse. I feel embarrassed that after four times of chest-thumping and pledges to ‘fucking love myself’, I’ve not achieved it, and the other peoples’ declarations have started to sound hollow. 
The more expletives I read, the more slogan they sound, the more I think: “Give it a week, sweetheart, you’re back to square one.”

I’m sure I am not alone here. But it is so important to remember that a road to body acceptance can be very long. It may never end, death may get you first. There is nothing wrong with failing to achieve self-love over a short period or time. One surge in confidence is not going to fix a problem that has been going on for years.

My eating is erratic at best and I keep stretching parts of my face to see what they’d look like if they were symmetrical.
I persevere though. For me, it is most important to realise that I am still able to say to myself (and believe it): one day I will be fine. Not now, maybe not ever, but I still believe. As long as one believes it, they’re fighting for it. There is still hope. I don’t take fists to my chest and arms and thighs any more. I’ve, despite my present feelings, already achieved something. Or maybe I’m just growing old. Sometimes I feel like I should keep my mouth shut, because I’m a ‘conventionally attractive physically healthy slim white girl” in a very conservative North-Eastern European society whose majority gives absolute hell to people who are not ‘normative’, and all my complaints and insecurities are invalid, that I should ‘grow the fuck up. Then, at 21 (plenty young but not young enough) I often feel like I’m being immature. How do I combat something that I often even don’t perceive as a ‘real problem’? 
I have no idea how to approach my own problems in a sensible way, or whether they’re even real. I’m at a loss. I still hope though. Hope is good. I hope- no, I KNOW that I will be free of this one day. 

But if you’ve lost it, if all hope is gone, and you’ll feel like you’re forever on a path of war against your body and there is no way out, please don’t feel bad. You have not ‘failed’. This isn’t a bloody contest, a game. It’s just… I don’t know, being human. 

I hope it will get better for all. Good luck.

All the best

me.
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About the photograph: this is my buddy, Cat. He has seen me naked a lot. Little shit has seen me trying to cover my bedroom mirror with paper, seen me pinching every part of body, seen me trampling around the apartment hurling verbal abuse at myself.  Very few people know the extent of what has been going on, but Cat has seen it all. Cat knows. It’s important to me that he is on a photograph that I chose to accompany this uncomfortably brain-baring submission.

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I&#8217;ve submitted here a couple of times before, but after seeing the pic from today that I&#8217;m submitting, I decided to do so again.
Years ago, I went to massage school, and we learned how to analyze various postures, so every time I look at a picture of my back, or of my exposed midriff, my eye automatically goes to the signs of scoliosis. In the above pic, it&#8217;s the lifted left shoulder, and the small mound on my left hip, where skin bunches because of my crooked back.
Now, my curve is minor, but I still need regular chiropractic treatment to prevent the migraines that the secondary curve in my neck cause, further breathing difficulties and absolutely horrid stabbing pains in my upper back.
To be honest, I&#8217;m not fond of wearing anything that reveals my back because of how it twists my body, and bras that fit well are also very hard to find, again because of that structural twist. But, y&#8217;know? If I like it enough, I&#8217;ll swallow my insecurity and rock that outfit with the best of &#8216;em. If people want to comment negatively, I&#8217;ll just put them to sleep with medical facts about bone structure and its effects on the rest of the body&#8217;s systems.
I realize the majority of people can&#8217;t see what I do, but that self consciousness is very much influenced by how much the world we live in stresses perfection and normalcy. Over the years, I&#8217;ve come to realize everyone&#8217;s state of &#8216;normalcy&#8217; is different and there&#8217;s no such thing as &#8216;perfect&#8217;.
You don&#8217;t need to absolutely love everything about your body, but it&#8217;s a good idea to at least be comfortable in it. Furthermore, we are far, far more than the bodies we live in. Express your creativity and seek out the joy already in your life in the healthiest ways possible.
We each may look different. We each may have different issues, but we all share the common need to accept ourselves and make the best of what we have.
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I’ve submitted here a couple of times before, but after seeing the pic from today that I’m submitting, I decided to do so again.

Years ago, I went to massage school, and we learned how to analyze various postures, so every time I look at a picture of my back, or of my exposed midriff, my eye automatically goes to the signs of scoliosis. In the above pic, it’s the lifted left shoulder, and the small mound on my left hip, where skin bunches because of my crooked back.

Now, my curve is minor, but I still need regular chiropractic treatment to prevent the migraines that the secondary curve in my neck cause, further breathing difficulties and absolutely horrid stabbing pains in my upper back.

To be honest, I’m not fond of wearing anything that reveals my back because of how it twists my body, and bras that fit well are also very hard to find, again because of that structural twist. But, y’know? If I like it enough, I’ll swallow my insecurity and rock that outfit with the best of ‘em. If people want to comment negatively, I’ll just put them to sleep with medical facts about bone structure and its effects on the rest of the body’s systems.

I realize the majority of people can’t see what I do, but that self consciousness is very much influenced by how much the world we live in stresses perfection and normalcy. Over the years, I’ve come to realize everyone’s state of ‘normalcy’ is different and there’s no such thing as ‘perfect’.

You don’t need to absolutely love everything about your body, but it’s a good idea to at least be comfortable in it. Furthermore, we are far, far more than the bodies we live in. Express your creativity and seek out the joy already in your life in the healthiest ways possible.

We each may look different. We each may have different issues, but we all share the common need to accept ourselves and make the best of what we have.

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Today I had a special interview at school concerning my readiness for freshman year in high school. I had to get dressed up for the event. I can say today is one of those rare days that I actually felt pretty. I walked around feeling elegant, and loving the swish of my dress against my legs. 
I can&#8217;t say I&#8217;m fully in love with my body yet. I still have some bad days where I look in the mirror or at a photo of me and shudder in disgust. I just hope one day I&#8217;ll be happy with my body so I can get on with my life and do things that I like
I know I&#8217;m not happy right now as a person, and that has nothing to do with my body but, if I can overcome this and love my body, then that will get me one step closer to finally becoming happy :) 

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Today I had a special interview at school concerning my readiness for freshman year in high school. I had to get dressed up for the event. I can say today is one of those rare days that I actually felt pretty. I walked around feeling elegant, and loving the swish of my dress against my legs. 

I can’t say I’m fully in love with my body yet. I still have some bad days where I look in the mirror or at a photo of me and shudder in disgust. I just hope one day I’ll be happy with my body so I can get on with my life and do things that I like

I know I’m not happy right now as a person, and that has nothing to do with my body but, if I can overcome this and love my body, then that will get me one step closer to finally becoming happy :) 

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