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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Trigger Warning: eating disorders
So ive wanted to do this for a long time, but I was scared. Scared of what people would think, say, feel. But I have a story to tell and I think its time I told it.
So my names Savannah, when I was 17 years old I developed Anorexia with Bulimic Tendencies, Through extensive counseling and a 58 day stay at a treatment center called Remuda Ranch I was able to curb my urges and get back to a healthy lifestyle. The bio in my blog is currently 10 months Eating Disorder free. But thats not true. Because while you mat not be partaking in behaviors, once this disease controlls you your never tuly free of it. BUT THATS NOT THE POINT!! The point is pushing past the voices, feelings, hurt, and negative thoughts. I will never be 100% free of Anorexia because through the hard times Ive been able to become someone new. Someone free! I also suffer from SH but its getting better and I dont partake in it anymore! My scars dont define me, they show me what I dont want to become again! Thanks for reading:)
- Savannah xx
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http://daylight-shiningthrough.tumblr.com
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Trigger Warning: eating disorders

So ive wanted to do this for a long time, but I was scared. Scared of what people would think, say, feel. But I have a story to tell and I think its time I told it.

So my names Savannah, when I was 17 years old I developed Anorexia with Bulimic Tendencies, Through extensive counseling and a 58 day stay at a treatment center called Remuda Ranch I was able to curb my urges and get back to a healthy lifestyle. The bio in my blog is currently 10 months Eating Disorder free. But thats not true. Because while you mat not be partaking in behaviors, once this disease controlls you your never tuly free of it. BUT THATS NOT THE POINT!! The point is pushing past the voices, feelings, hurt, and negative thoughts. I will never be 100% free of Anorexia because through the hard times Ive been able to become someone new. Someone free! I also suffer from SH but its getting better and I dont partake in it anymore! My scars dont define me, they show me what I dont want to become again! Thanks for reading:)

- Savannah xx

follow me if youd like support in your journey back to a healthy life

http://daylight-shiningthrough.tumblr.com

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I’ve grown to love my body as a piece art and regardless of what people say to shame my body I see know shame in my natural appearance. Follow me at InternetR0yalty.tumblr.com for more body positivity . No matter your shape, size , color , disability ect… know that you are gorgeous, strong and incredible♡♡
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I’ve grown to love my body as a piece art and regardless of what people say to shame my body I see know shame in my natural appearance. Follow me at InternetR0yalty.tumblr.com for more body positivity . No matter your shape, size , color , disability ect… know that you are gorgeous, strong and incredible♡♡

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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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TW body hate
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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TW body hate

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.
http://whenumissmebaby.tumblr.com/
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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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