Posts tagged stomach
Posts tagged stomach
I have always been insecure about my proportions. I have a small waist and large hips and butt which always made shopping really difficult. I used to hide under large baggy clothing but sometime in high school my confidence began to grow and I found stores that catered to my curves. Still, I never thought I would expose any part of my stomach but this summer my goal was to have the confidence to do it and while I was on vacation with my family I wore a high waisted bathing suit bottom with a bikini top. The whole time I had a smile on my face and I relaxed in the pool proudly basking in the sun. While I still have days where I want to hide my confidence has definitely gotten better and I am loving my progress! Find something that you love and with that thing will come people who make you feel good about your self! For me that thing is theatre. In theatre you can be someone else on stage and sometimes being someone else helps you learn to love yourself (making amazing friends along the way definitely helps too). Stop hating your body and start loving it! “No day but today!”
So my thighs touch and jiggle when I walk.
So my hips poke over my jeans.
So my boobs don’t stand at attention without a bra on.
So I’ve got stretchmarks on my knees, thighs, butt, hips, belly, boobs, and arms.
So I’ve got jowls.
So I wear a double digit clothing size.
So I’m 19.
So I’m 5’4.
So I’m 180 pounds.
So I don’t give a fuck.
This is my body and it’s beautiful the way it is. ♥
I’ve submitted before but pulled it before my submission was posted. I wasn’t quite ready to tell my story or come out from under my dark comfortable hiding spot. So yeah, that’s me. All 289lbs and 37 weeks of pregnancy. I’ve had a tough time all through my life trying to find a place to fit in, never really finding a spot to wedge myself. I’ve always been a large woman; I’ve been 410lbs at my largest and 160lbs at my smallest during my adult life. It’s not easy to say the least…being constantly reminded that I will never be accepted as healthy (even though my medical history says otherwise) because of my weight. I have even been belittled by my ob doctor for my weight with comments like “You need to learn how to eat and not just shove food in your mouth” and “You probably have more trouble than others when saying no to your appetite”. I have left my appointments with him in tears, and even waiting for him in the exam room I have burst into tears…ready to just run out and leave before I had to see him again. I’m having a baby, my very first…I’m supposed to be happy right? Despite his bed side manner, he is an excellent doctor with over forty thousand births and no failures. I keep telling myself, this isn’t about me…it’s about my son…that I will take a shot to my pride to ensure his safe arrival. BUT WHY!!!? Why does it have to be that way? Why do I have to put up with this asshole treating me like I am some kind of disease because I wear a size 24? I have wracked my brain to the point of headaches trying to understand why I have to put up with this. Then I found my answer last night. When I looked over at my husband, I could feel my beautiful little miracle moving around…everything was quiet and dark and serene. That is why I put up with it…because it’s just some jerks opinion and there is nothing I can do about it. I have nothing to prove to him. I have a husband that loves me in spite of everything I feel is wrong with me, I am going to be a mommy in less than 3 weeks, and above all I am me. I am strong and confident that I will be a good mother and wife. I don’t need to worry about how my body looks to everyone else, because the people that matter most to me, love me…they love all of me, even the parts I hate. So I will bare these stretch marks, these ‘cottage cheese’ thighs, the flabby soft belly, these arm flaps, the rolls on my sides and how my chin doubles and triples when I look down…I will bare them all with acceptance because, yes, my body is my physical essence…but it is not who I am. I am Jessica Faye Barela, a mother, a wife, an artist and a woman.
I refuse the standards that the media and it’s sheep have deemed absolute.
[o.e ignore the wine?] Hi. I’m Jax. This is the most honest picture I’ve ever taken of myself. I’m not usually the biggest fan of my tummy and I generally tend to hide it. But I’m slowly trying to accept it and love it for what it is. A big squishy beautiful mess that will probably be there for good because its just genetically like that with my family. ^_^ I love this picture because even though I can see what *I think* is wrong with me, I can also see what everyone else is talking about through all that. :D
Trigger Warning: Eating disorders
Hey guys! I’ve been following this blog for awhile on my main account, but I never got around to submitting until today. I felt super-cute in this outfit and realized it’s my choice to love my body! I’ve suffered from bulimia for a long time, since I was about 12 years old, and I had seen my body as repulsive for my whole life. I’m 17 now, and I finally love my body for what it is. I’m not skinny by any stretch of the imagination, but I know now that I never will be; I’m just not built that way, and that’s okay! My goal now is being as healthy as possible; if I happen to lose weight, that’s fine. If not, that’s fine too. I just want to recover and learn to love and care for my body as well as I can!
My name is Alexis. I am 19 years old. In the last year I have gained 70 lbs. Regardless of my many new stretch marks (something I have in common with millions of women world-wide and is NOTHING to be ashamed of), I still feel incredibly beautiful and I am now 220lb at 5’3. My dimensions are 42-39-44. I was beautiful at 150lbs, I am beautiful at 220lbs. My boyfriend of 3 years, who has seen me in all of my shapes and sizes believes my body is gorgeous and so do I. Don’t let anyone tell you that weight gain or loss takes any of your beauty away. Don’t let anyone make you feel negative about things that are apart of your skin (new or old).
This photo is a milestone for me.
This photo represents the end of my years spent battling with my body image and expectations, beating myself up over not looking like a supermodel, and being unhappy with myself.
I look at this photo and think, “damn, I look amazing!”
Not much has changed about my body in the last few years, but a lot has changed in my head. I spent a lot of time weeding out the toxic people from my life and surrounding myself with positive, supportive people. I spent even more time explaining to myself that I don’t have to push myself over the edge in attempts to achieve an unrealistic body.
I feel so much stronger now, physically and mentally.
I’m happy, healthy, and proud of my body.
Today I went to a doctor (not my normal doctor) because I have a cold.
This is actually the 3rd time that I’ve been to the doctor in a week because I haven’t been menstruating at all for 6 months, and my normal doctor is running tests to figure out why.
Last week when I went to my regular doctor to discuss my results he went over everything that he had tested, and commented on how healthy I am.
He pointed out that all my levels on every test that he had run were normal except for the one thing that we already knew wasn’t normal, and even that wasn’t that bad.
Not once did he bring up my weight.
Not once did he discredit my health because I am “overweight.”
Then, while at the doctor I saw today (who is a woman who recently lost a good 110 pounds) the subject of my missing period came up. She immediately credited it to my being overweight, and dismissed it as such.
I was enraged.
I could have exploded.
What could be a cyst, cancer, sterility, my uterus dropping, or a million other maybe-severe health problems is automatically discredited because I am overweight.
I immediately became defensive saying, “Well, when I was 128 pounds, before I was on birth control, I didn’t have periods either. So, I doubt that it’s my weight causing this.”
She stuck to her opinion, and again dismissed anything I would say.
Needless to say, I will not return to her.
I am disappointed that a that this beautiful woman has such a mindset, and feels the need to force it onto her patients and to not look further into their health needs because of it.
So here’s my “screw you!”
I am fat and happy and sexy and proud.
And I refuse to have my health discredited because I weight 215 pounds.
I know my body, and I love it.
hello there !
in the past 4-5 months, i have been having some serious body image issues and i am slowly but surely working my way out of it. i have made weight loss the only thing i think about and it is unhealthy. i have lost about 15 pounds in a healthy way and have been able to keep it off.
the main thing i need to keep reminding myself to stay positive and do things for myself and not for anyone else.
i have an amazing boyfriend who reminds me every day that i am beautiful and that i don’t need to lose a pound, but if that is what i want to do he will support me through it. that is just what i needed. support. as opposed to someone just forcing it on me when i wasn’t ready for it.
i may have my moments but when it comes down to it, i am worth it. i am beautiful too, inside and out..just as i am. and it is time for me to love myself and my body.
i hope everyone out there who feels the same realizes they are beautiful. and i know that i need to keep reminding myself the same. :)
Hi, I’m Sasha. I’ve posted here before but it’s been about a year or so. I love my body the way it is, I mean there are things that I want to change about it, yes, and I’ve been working on them, but I seriously love my body.
I’ve started college since my last post and I have to say I love it tons better than high school because no one cares what you look like. No one cares how much you weigh, how much your clothes are, or what cliche you belong in. Everyone just comes together for a higher education. I know how tough it is to go through bullying, I was bullied all through out elementry and middle school and some of high school. I’ve decided that now that I’m in college not to care what other people say about me and to love myself exactly the way I am. You’re still beautiful big, small, dark, light, however your body is.
Feel free to talk to me if you ever need someone to talk to! <3 Sashalynae.tumblr.com
TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM
So this is the first time I’ve had the courage to submit. This is my tummy and I’m learning to love it. I started to become insecure about two years ago which led to self harm. I am currently in recovery and haven’t cut in months. I am truly starting to love my body and be thankful for it. So, to all of you out there struggling, you are not alone. You are beautiful. It WILL get better. I promise.
xoxo, Lillie (fairylightsandtea)
A poem called ‘Got Body’ which celebrates shapes, specifications and sizes in all diversity. ‘Got Body’ is my poetic stand against imposed beauty/body image and appreciation of our natural beauty!
I’m Rhianna. This is the 3rd time I’ve posted to SHYB and each time, I’m getting better.
This is my scar
At age 12 I was diagnosed with Adolescent Idiopathic Scoliosis. By age 14 I had a 63 degree curve in the base of my spine. I went through a 9 hour operation, nearly 4 weeks in hospital, throwing up bile every half an hour of the day and during the night, being fed through a tube, loosing a stone and a half and getting down to just over 5 stone and not being able to funciton normally for a couple of years.
I’m now 19, it’s been 5 years since my operation and I’m doing great! I used to hate my scar and how is affected the skin on my stomach, how I couldn’t wear anything with cut out sides or low backs, how different it made me.
But now, I consider it a battle scar. I consider it a reminder of how strong I can be and how if I went through all that, I can go through anything.
Everyone, you’re all beautiful. Every shape and size. Every lump, bump, mark and scar. Scars are fantastic, they make you unique, they prove how strong you are as a person. Show them off, show the world how strong you can be.
If any of you have any questions or want any adivce on scoliosis, my ask box is always open!
That is my tummy. Those are my thighs.
I am super insecure about these parts of my body, but today for the first time in years, I wore a bikini in front of people. It was nerve-wracking and I felt self-conscious, but I know that it was a step in the right direction - the direction of self-acceptance and a positive body image.
Thanks to this blog, I am slowly gaining confidence and getting rid of my negative feelings toward my body.
My body is beautiful, I am beautiful, and more importantly, I am happy.
Hi everyone! My name is Quinn, and I support total self confidence! This is a self-protrait I drew recently as part of my art collection. After years of comparing myself to my smaller friends, feeling bad about my body, and wishing to be taller or skinnier, I’ve decided it’s time to love myself. My blog is http://starscamefallingonourheads.tumblr.com , please stop by to check out some of my other art regarding confidence and body image! Thanks!