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My nickname on tumblr is scrawlie. I’m female with a fairly lumpy hourglass body, Quadruple D breasts at 5”1, 160 pounds give or take, and I’ve had an entire life living with thick body hair.
I have darker hair that grows thicker and faster than most people. Because of that, I tend to really hate shaving. Each time I do, I get tiny needles in my legs for a week and loads of ingrown hair just so the damn things can sprout. I’m more comfortable with myself if I just let it grow like a forest. TMI, I just do light gardening on my lady bits, as the only times I shaved I’ve successfully summoned the fires of hell into my crotch. So help me If I ever shave my bikini line too high. And my actual hair? I keep it short just because of how thick and heavy it actually is. Most of the time It’s a mohawk that curls and sticks up by itself.
I also have had a problem with facial hair. When I was younger I slowly started to realize I was the only girl I’d ever seen who had stubble on their chin and lip as well as eyebrows the size of caterpillers. I heard girls gossiping about how gross it was that they’d seen a teacher with one dark hair, and the panic struck. My mother at first tried to get it waxed, and it worked but was painful. She saw it might be a genetic issue, so used her doctor powers to get me laser treatments. Let me tell you, it was a month of hell. Nothing like the zap of burning electricity and then the smell of burned hair and flesh in your nose (and did I mention it left me with a big red mustache over my lip for about an hour after?)
Oh. The laser treatment never ended up working.
But today, I’m happy. I preen myself, and the only problem I have is the weekly moments of panic when I touch my chin or lip and realize someone might nose the minuscule hair poking out. I let my hair grow, and only chop down the trees once in a while. Sometimes I’m girly, but most of the time I’m manly as hell and my friends treat me as such.
I love my body, even with it’s thick hair and it’s lumpy tummy. I love my squishy butt, and holy shit I adore my eyebrows and no one can stop me. Also, I’ve got a dark little happy trail that is my pride and joy.
No one should ever, EVER feel wrong. My hair is genetic. It’s not chosen, and because of that no one has the right to tease you. Not your parents, not your family, not even your friends. not some man on the street looking you up and down like a piece of meat and flinching once they see your legs under your shorts. Not some woman who can’t keep her snarky comment down her throat. No one.
My hair is beautiful and a love it! BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!
Over the past couple of years I have lost a lot of weight, after being overweight my entire life. Because of this, there’s a few things I need to get used to. For example, the other day, I went to get a new bra because my old one was 2 sizes too big. But, even when I was bigger, my breasts were still tiny in proportion to the rest of my body. It’s strange especially coming from a family where the women are all fairly big chested. I remember being teased in school and by friends growing up and I had internalized it all for years. Most of the time my small breasts and wide rib cage make me feel insecure and less feminine than my female counterparts. But yesterday, I felt beautiful and it was amazing. I remember just the day before I was struggling a little bit, but this lovely girl on tumblr sent me a nice message telling me I’m “pretty” and you know what? I think it helped. I think that just those few simple kind words were enough to allow myself one self hate free day. I guess you never know how much you can really affect someone else with just a few words. So, the next time you might be afraid to message anyone on here, just go for it. They may need it more than you’ll ever know. Anyway, each day is different and sometimes they are good and sometimes not so much. But, I am making an effort to have more good days than bad.If that means dancing around and singing along to my favorite songs in my underwear, then that’s what I will do.
P.S. All of you who submit to this blog are fucking beautiful and so inspiring and have made me unafraid to finally submit myself, so thank you! :)
P.P.S. I would love to talk with all of you lovely people! http://forgettingregret.tumblr.com/
TW: EATING DISORDER AND SELF HARM
Sorry for the awkward mirror shot. I didnt have anyone to take the picture
I have always been the ‘tall girl’. Now at 20 years old, I’m a whooping 6’1” — Taller than my dad and most of the men I know. Being tall and slightly overweight as a child and teenager really took a toll on me. Light teasing when I was younger really got to me. My family would joke and call me every name in the book— “Beanpole”, “Giant” and my personal favorite: “The Jolly Green Giant”. Boys never wanted to dance with me at school dances, and I was always too scared to sit on someone’s lap due to my fear of crushing them. I felt self conscious because I could never borrow clothes from my petite friends and I couldn’t shop at the cute trendy stores that they did because nothing fit me. I had to stand in the back for every school and group photo. I distinctly remember my high school drama teacher telling me that I was ‘too tall’ to play the female lead, because I would look too awkward. In middle school, the boy I liked said he ‘would go out with me if I weren’t so tall.” I was devastated. I would slouch all the time in order for people to think I was shorter than I was. In 8th grade I started cutting and in 9th, I developed bulimia. When I was 16 I entered into a psychiatric treatment facility and thanks to the help of anti depressants, an amazing family and a wonder therapist I have things more or less under control. Although I still find myself self conscious of my height, I have become more and more I stand out wherever I go. Today, I bought my first pair of heels (although you cant see them in the pic) In these shoes I’m probably around 6’5” and I feel so powerful and amazing.
I’m here if any of you guys want to talk
I used to be insecure with my body, especially during middle school. I’m 20 now and have only recently begun to love my body. I still have moments where I think that my tummy sticks out too much or my thighs are too big, but I try instead to think about the things I love about myself, like my smarts or sense of humor, or that my body does so much for me without thanks. It has also helped to realize that most people in the world don’t actually pay that much attentionto me, and my weird cowlick or pimple on my face undoubtedly went unnoticed this morning. I’ve realized that it’s much less stressful to accept who I am than it is worrying about all the things I could ever think to change.
I want to preface this with a snapshot of who I am, to put it in context: I am 23 years old, female, pansexual, and consider myself an amateur belly dancer. My current job is to help run people through circuits at a gym.
I want to address the negativity that everyone has towards love-handles. There is one girl who comes to the gym that I work at, who constantly puts herself down for her weight and her love-handles. She tells me that her fiance consistently asks her to lose weight, “especially those love-handles”. I tell her that she is absolutely beautiful as is, and that he should be praising her for the goddess she is. But she counters with the fact that in her culture (she is Indian), being stick thin is the ideal. She says that her fiance has done so much for their relationship, that the least she can do is lose weight for him.
With all cultural relativism disclaimers understood and put aside, I want to rant for a moment about this.
I love love-handles. Pun intended. I think that love handles, on any gender, add a wonderful curve to the body, and should be lavished with affection. I think any and all lines of the body serve as a means of adding interest to a person’s aesthetics. Love handles, in my opinion, are beautiful. The amount of shame that people towards them is so depressing to me.
Speaking as a pansexual, I believe that every single person is inherently beautiful. This is because each person is beautiful. Not each body. We are so much more than our bodies, and that is what makes us beautiful.
If I could, I would show each person exactly how beautiful I think their love handles are. When I hear situations like the one my friend is in, I feel this helpless desire to prove their beauty to them. Because she is wonderful, marvelous, a modern amazon with the kind of open personality that draws people to her. But her fiance keeps pestering her about these love-handles.
However, I don’t mean to make it sound like love-handles are the be all to end all for beauty. Each person is beautiful in their own way. Individual bodies speak a language unique to themselves. To find their beauty is to become fluent in their language.
Never allow someone to influence the way you see yourself. You are beautiful, you are amazing. You inspire poetry in strangers. You support the heavens. Love your love-handles.
You know, I never used to like my body. That’s how my eating disorder started. I would do anything possible to get to the ‘perfect weight’, and I never reached it. The reason why? It didn’t exist. I was always going to want to lose more, to get the number lower. I then developed a bingeing habit that caused me to gain all of that weight back. I hated my body even more than before my eating disorder started. I wouldn’t want to leave my room because I was so ashamed of myself. I would skip school and hoard food in my room so no one had to see me. I then put all of my effort into recovering because I wanted a normal life again. Because my desire to recover was so strong, I was able to recover. One of my favorite non-physical attributes is that I am able to do anything I put my mind to. Recovering was one of my greatest accomplishments. I now love my body and I love to wear clothes that make me feel great. Fashion is something that I didn’t used to care about because all I wanted to do was cover my body up. Now, I love coming up with new outfits to wear and I feel good in them. I feed not only my body, but also my soul. I do things I love, like gymnastics. I eat things I love, like ice cream. I think it’s important to feed both your stomach and your mind. Once I did that, I gained so much confidence in myself that led me to that amazing life I had always dreamed of. Loving yourself is a lot easier than hating yourself, plus it’s more fun. Stay strong and believe in yourself.
This was taken about a month ago. I have just been put on new anti-depressants, which seem to be doing the job, as I am doing so so much better in myself, but they have had the effect of making my appetite huge. I have gained weight over this time, and it has taken a lot of mental space for me to come to terms with this, as I have always had to work at being comfortable with myself. One evening I was struggling to find a single positive in what I saw in the mirror, so my girlfriend wrote every word she could think of to describe me, and took a photo to show me. When I posted it, it reached over a thousand notes, with people telling me I am strong.
I don’t always feel strong.
It is going to take a long time for me not to cry when I see myself in the mirror, but I am worth that time. I am worth the energy it will take to be okay with myself again, because the reason my body is changing is because I am getting happier.
And that is the most important thing.
I am not just my body. I am smart and funny and thoughtful and kind. I am not defined by a number on the scales.
I am a photographer, in my third year, in London.
I wanted my final major project to be a project about body esteem. We have such a slim view of what bodies are supposed to look like, and it’s all a lie. My project is about acceptance, seeing the beauty without retouching, without posing, without make-up, you, are naturally beautiful. Every single goddamn one of you.
This is me, sitting for my own project, because what sort of person would I be preaching a message I couldn’t believe? I may not be 100% happy with my body, but I love it regardless.
If there are any London based people who would be interested in modelling for me next year, please send me an ask!
TW: Mention of eating disorder and self harm
"Curvy girls are hot."
If I had a penny for every single time I’ve heard someone say this to me, I’d be richer than if I had hit power ball. I understand that this simple phrase is meant to give me a bit of confidence, but it’s lost meaning after the hundredth or so time I’ve heard it.
I took advantage of my large thighs. When I cut, it’s on the inside of my thighs so that the scars look like stretch marks. And it works. I’ve also inflicted harm on my hips, “love handles” as I’ve been told I have countless times. Again, the scarring resembles stretch marks almost perfectly.
However, I’m beginning to regret this. My boyfriend tells me that I’m perfect, as do others. I tend to brush this off. I just want to be comfortable, not perfect. Since the beginning of August, I’ve managed to lost 20 lbs. and I’ve seen no difference. I know it’s because of m body type, because I do have hips meant to carry children (as my mother says) and if I had a bigger cup size, I’d be the perfect hour glass. My scars are ever going to disappear, meaning my self consciousness about my weight will remain.
I stopped eating for a while, which is why I lost all the weight this year. If I did eat, I’d purge within an hour of eating. Then the binge drinking started up, as well as the chain smoking.
I’m starting my recovery. I’ve been eating more, at least more than I had been. I’m still a smoker but I don’t drink nearly as much. I haven’t cut in three weeks, despite the constant urges. I’ve been awful to my body. I may be far from perfect, and I don’t want to be perfect. But I’m on my way to being comfortable. I think. I’m still struggling. But I realize how poorly I’ve been treating myself, and that’s enough for me to try to change.
I will love my body.
I went through a huge growth spurt in 8th grade and to my dismay found stretch marks growing along my thighs. I went through much of my life trying to hide them, guys would tell me to my face that stretch marks were gross because they would never have thought that I would have them.
Every summer all my friends would go swimming in their cute bikinis and I would wear basketball shorts to hide my insecurity and I would go on body image blogs to try to make myself feel better but all the stretch mark posts seemed to be from girls who were bigger than I was. I felt that not “thin” girls had them, I would slyly check my friends bodies when we would change or just ask them but all of them didnt have any.
Then last summer I said “fuck it” I wanted to wear cute shorts (like the ones imaged above) and I did. It made me more confident that I didnt have to hide something and you know what? In the end stretch marks dont matter to guys. The summer I wore those shorts I got a boyfriend and we are still dating. I realized that we all have things we dont like about ourselves but that shouldnt hold us back, when I didnt hide my insecurity anymore I was able to have more confidence, I still get shy when I can tell someone is looking at them but I get past it. My body is my body and there are a ton of girls than have stretch marks just like me, there is no reason to be ashamed of something that makes up who you are.
I guess my point in submitting this is so that other girls can see that people of all body types and ages have stretch marks and that it is okay. Go out and go swimming or dancing and shake that ass regardless of its stretch marks and I will be right there dancing alongside you.
This is I think my second post on here. I have struggled a lot over the years with anxiety issues and bad body image, I have just always been a self conscious person. I have found it very hard to fit in at school and at university and I didn’t treat myself very nicely. I have gone through phases where I have stopped eating for weeks on end to the point that I am going to pass out and have harmed myself pretty badly.
It got to the point in my life where I had to make a decision; either carry on in this misery with the knowledge that it will eventually consume me and I will have no way out, or finally stand up for myself and be proud of what I have accomplished, I managed to get through university despite being in a bad place and leave with a good degree and get a job. For the first time in my life I am going to start putting myself first because I deserve it. I want people to know that what other people think about you is not the only thing and they shouldn’t run your lives.
Today is the first day I am going to start living for myself and start being proud of who I am, because that is important. Today I will start trying to love myself.
If anyone ever wants to talk or just need someone You can always talk to me: madnesscarrymehome.tumblr.com
I’m so proud of what I have accomplished over the past 11 months. I’ve had major ups and downs, I’m still battling my depression and PMDD, but I’m a hundred times more confident and happy than I ever thought I could be.
I never would have dreamed I could love my body the way I do now. Hopefully I’ll be getting a tattoo to symbolize the love I have for myself and what I’ve been through, not just from the past 11 months, but through my entire life.
The quote that my tattoo will be based off of, and also something that completely changed my life:
I’ve been “fat" my whole life.
Yes, I enjoy food.
I sometimes eat too many cookies.
I will never have a thigh gap.
And I am just fine with this.
Something I’m not fine with, is the hatred of fat bodies,
Especially when it’s your own.
My mother has never loved her body.
I doubt she ever will.
My grandmother damaged my mom and my aunt badly.
They are both very particular about food.
My grandmother believes health coincides with weight.
She eats treats all day but doesn’t gain weight, So she must be healthy.
My mom barely eats at all, just protein and meal replacement shakes.
My grandmother doesn’t even realize why her daughters are so insecure.
With some luck, love, and as much confidence as I can muster,
I can break this cycle.
I do not want my daughter feeling ashamed of her body.
Afraid to eat in front of anyone.
Afraid to eat at all.
I’ve been there, It’s not worth it.
There is so much more to life than the number on the scale,
Or what you see in the mirror.
You owe nothing to no one but yourself.
Not your mom, not your dad, not your grandma.
Eat cake. Be happy.
hey im tere im 15, im from mexico, I always had self-esteem problems, i struggled with self-harm almost for 2 years because i have never been “thin” and every day is dificult, but everyday I try to love myself a little bit more, cause i dont need to be thin to be beautiful i just have to me be. All my life i have been in differents diets so they teach me how to eat, but they had never teach me how to love myself.
So dont worry about how youre in the outside, because someday someone will love you for whats is inside, but you have to start with loving yourself fiste! LOVE YOU GUYS
hi, my name’s Alyssa.
See that little hole in my stomach? not many people know why I have that little hole.
Well, when I was in seventh grade, i was bullied, both to my face and on the internet. Due to this bullying, I became anorexic, bulimic, depressed, and I started self-harming.
Where does that little hole come into the picture? Due to my anorexia/bulimia, I was hospitalized at my lowest weight of 73 pounds. I was dying. that little hole was the only thing that kept me alive. I was force-fed through that hole for five years.
Today, I am eighteen, and a sophomore in college. I am recovered. I am no longer a prisoner to my eating disorder. Today I am at my highest weight. I am 112 pounds of beauty and strength.
If you’re struggling with an eating disorder, body image issues, depression, suicidal thoughts, any type of mental illness, cutting, whatever, know my ask is always open.
Stay strong my little beauties.
and remember: you are BEAUTIFUL.