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I hated my body for six years and maintained an irrational fear of weight gain for four.  It’s time that I turn that around completely.  I have gained weight and continue to do so as I recover from my eating disorder, but just because society views weight gain as a bad thing doesn’t mean that it is.  Just because society retouches fat and skinny models doesn’t mean I’m not already perfect, at any size or stage of recovery.
I will love every aspect of my body for what it does for me and how it allows me to embrace the freedoms of life.  I will love the clothes that I wear no matter their sizes.  I won’t let society hold me back from claiming my space in this world as MINE.. and taking shameless selfies in my favorite shirt and underwear.  Lastly, I will be unapologetically real.  #AerieREAL
Love me; don’t retouch me. xx
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I hated my body for six years and maintained an irrational fear of weight gain for four.  It’s time that I turn that around completely.  I have gained weight and continue to do so as I recover from my eating disorder, but just because society views weight gain as a bad thing doesn’t mean that it is.  Just because society retouches fat and skinny models doesn’t mean I’m not already perfect, at any size or stage of recovery.

I will love every aspect of my body for what it does for me and how it allows me to embrace the freedoms of life.  I will love the clothes that I wear no matter their sizes.  I won’t let society hold me back from claiming my space in this world as MINE.. and taking shameless selfies in my favorite shirt and underwear.  Lastly, I will be unapologetically real.  #AerieREAL

Love me; don’t retouch me. xx

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TW ED
my eating disorder took over when i went off to college. since then, my weight has fluctuated by a substantial amount through bouts of restricting and binging. i’ve made myself sick. i’ve made people worried. and i’ve hated myself through six years of my life. 
it’s nuts to take a step back and realize: THIS SHIT IS STILL A PROBLEM. so i’m signed up for therapy. i’m practicing yoga to learn to love my body for it’s strength and beauty. and i’m learning to eat again.
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TW ED

my eating disorder took over when i went off to college. since then, my weight has fluctuated by a substantial amount through bouts of restricting and binging. i’ve made myself sick. i’ve made people worried. and i’ve hated myself through six years of my life. 

it’s nuts to take a step back and realize: THIS SHIT IS STILL A PROBLEM. so i’m signed up for therapy. i’m practicing yoga to learn to love my body for it’s strength and beauty. and i’m learning to eat again.

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Trigger Warning for measurements
24 yrs, 5 feet, 150 lbs, dress size 10
Two hours before this photo was taken, I was standing in the shower crying my eyes out wishing my mother were alive to tell me how beautiful I was. Instead my fiancé was nervously standing outside the shower stall reassuring me that I was not a disgusting blob of a human being who did not deserve his love. I felt such self-loathing because six months after purchasing my dress, it would not zip up all the way.
I could go on about how as I child I was taunted on a regular basis about my weight and how it has negatively affected my self-image, but the sad fact is I am still being taunted to this day. Only now it’s the endless bridal magazines that only feature women who are 50 pounds lighter and a foot taller than me. It’s the middle-aged women at my work that are constantly giving me weight loss tips without having asked for them. It’s my personal trainer reminding me that they can take my dress in two sizes when I have made it clear my ultimate goal is health, not weight loss. It’s my grandma who was adamant that I should not get a wedding dress one size up to be more comfortable because six months is a long time to lose 10 pounds. 
WELL GUESS WHAT SOCIETY! I HAVE CURVES AND THEY ARE DAMN SEXY. Why is it that on the happiest day of my life I should be a starving skeleton like version of myself? I want to be round and soft so I can embrace my family and friends with an abundance of my being. Why are women expected to look like coat racks and give their wedding dresses all the attention? I am wearing my wedding, my dress it is not wearing me. 
I just really want to know, who decided that becoming a bride means giving permission to be scrutinized by society? Being a bride, does not give you permission to talk about my weight. There is this revolutionary concept that all women are allowed to love the bodies they have and not be expected to want to change them to reflect your narrow definition of beauty. 
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24 yrs, 5 feet, 150 lbs, dress size 10

Two hours before this photo was taken, I was standing in the shower crying my eyes out wishing my mother were alive to tell me how beautiful I was. Instead my fiancé was nervously standing outside the shower stall reassuring me that I was not a disgusting blob of a human being who did not deserve his love. I felt such self-loathing because six months after purchasing my dress, it would not zip up all the way.

I could go on about how as I child I was taunted on a regular basis about my weight and how it has negatively affected my self-image, but the sad fact is I am still being taunted to this day. Only now it’s the endless bridal magazines that only feature women who are 50 pounds lighter and a foot taller than me. It’s the middle-aged women at my work that are constantly giving me weight loss tips without having asked for them. It’s my personal trainer reminding me that they can take my dress in two sizes when I have made it clear my ultimate goal is health, not weight loss. It’s my grandma who was adamant that I should not get a wedding dress one size up to be more comfortable because six months is a long time to lose 10 pounds. 

WELL GUESS WHAT SOCIETY! I HAVE CURVES AND THEY ARE DAMN SEXY. Why is it that on the happiest day of my life I should be a starving skeleton like version of myself? I want to be round and soft so I can embrace my family and friends with an abundance of my being. Why are women expected to look like coat racks and give their wedding dresses all the attention? I am wearing my wedding, my dress it is not wearing me. 

I just really want to know, who decided that becoming a bride means giving permission to be scrutinized by society? Being a bride, does not give you permission to talk about my weight. There is this revolutionary concept that all women are allowed to love the bodies they have and not be expected to want to change them to reflect your narrow definition of beauty. 

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Please don’t miss out on your life because you’re wasting your time thinking that you’re “too fat”, too skinny”, “too ugly”, ”too ________”
I’ve spent too much of my short 17 years despising my body and torturing it because i thought that id be happy once my body reached the ridiculous standards I placed on it.
Today is the day I start to love myself and REALLY love myself.
I am perfect and beautiful exactly the way I am and I am more than my body<33
(I dont have a tumblr so if you want to contact me for any reason, message me on fb [Syd Squid]- id love to talk to some of you c:)
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Please don’t miss out on your life because you’re wasting your time thinking that you’re “too fat”, too skinny”, “too ugly”, ”too ________”

I’ve spent too much of my short 17 years despising my body and torturing it because i thought that id be happy once my body reached the ridiculous standards I placed on it.

Today is the day I start to love myself and REALLY love myself.

I am perfect and beautiful exactly the way I am and I am more than my body<33

(I dont have a tumblr so if you want to contact me for any reason, message me on fb [Syd Squid]- id love to talk to some of you c:)

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I’ve always had trouble accepting my body, even when it fitted our cruel beauty standards. I swam professionally for 4 years when i was younger, and after i stopped swimming i imediately gained a lot of weight and stretch marks. It has led me to depression and self hatred, and many years of hiding inside the house because i felt like a waste of atoms. I felt like i was occupying more space than i was allowed to occupy, and that i should not be seen publicly because i would scare and disgust people who saw me. I felt like i didnt have the right to go out, laugh and have fun because i was too fat and ugly to deserve love and happiness. I felt like, in order to compensate for being an abomination, i should be unhappy and lonely. But ever since i became a feminist im making an active effort to get past those insecurities and enjoy life. If anything, throughout my journey ive learned that we cant let society’s fucked up beauty standards make us feel guilty about existing, because thats exactly the same thing as saying “i acknowledge that only skinny people should be allowed to live, breathe and love, and I, just as the other billions of people that dont match those standards, should spend my life hating myself”. And, if you dont think other fat people should have that horrible fate, than you can free yourself from it too. I love this blog and i just wanted to thank all of you lovely fat Babes for existing, for being strong and for fighting everyday to accept your beautiful, beautiful bodies! You make me wanna fight harder :)
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I’ve always had trouble accepting my body, even when it fitted our cruel beauty standards. I swam professionally for 4 years when i was younger, and after i stopped swimming i imediately gained a lot of weight and stretch marks. It has led me to depression and self hatred, and many years of hiding inside the house because i felt like a waste of atoms. I felt like i was occupying more space than i was allowed to occupy, and that i should not be seen publicly because i would scare and disgust people who saw me. I felt like i didnt have the right to go out, laugh and have fun because i was too fat and ugly to deserve love and happiness. I felt like, in order to compensate for being an abomination, i should be unhappy and lonely. But ever since i became a feminist im making an active effort to get past those insecurities and enjoy life. If anything, throughout my journey ive learned that we cant let society’s fucked up beauty standards make us feel guilty about existing, because thats exactly the same thing as saying “i acknowledge that only skinny people should be allowed to live, breathe and love, and I, just as the other billions of people that dont match those standards, should spend my life hating myself”. And, if you dont think other fat people should have that horrible fate, than you can free yourself from it too. I love this blog and i just wanted to thank all of you lovely fat Babes for existing, for being strong and for fighting everyday to accept your beautiful, beautiful bodies! You make me wanna fight harder :)

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Katrina, 18, large lady and loving it. I’ve always been insecure about my size, but sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, and I love what I see, those are the moments that get me by.There was no effort taken to improve my appearance in this picture, that’s why I love it so. It was late. It’s real,it’s me.
hi
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Katrina, 18, large lady and loving it. I’ve always been insecure about my size, but sometimes I catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror, and I love what I see, those are the moments that get me by.There was no effort taken to improve my appearance in this picture, that’s why I love it so. It was late. It’s real,it’s me.

hi

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"Don’t compromise yourself- you’re all that you’ve got."
Your body is not a steady size, it is not one shape.
It is not a list of accuracies, and inaccuracies.
It is not a set design; it does not stay in one mould.
Your body is a map, your body is a book; your body tells a tale.
Every inch speaks of a milestone, an event, an age. Every detail has meaning, every scar has a story, each mark holds a memory.
Understand your form, know it’s behaviour, appreciate it’s existence; thank it’s survival. But do not confuse it with the soul it bares. 
For you are more than a body can carry. You are precious, ambitious, and glorious.
No body can contain you, nobody can contain you.
The chains of the world will weigh you down, but your body shall never fail. The vast size of ignorance is unfathomable, but you are magnificent. 
Every hour of every day, the world pushes against you. This life tries to hold you down, exclaim that you are not good enough; squeeze you in to silent submission, shout that you must be small- quiet, un-noticable, nothing. Sit down- they’ll say, Silence, they’ll say.
But darling, expand.
Grow in to the full bodied person you were meant to be.
Strive to be happy, not to shrink.
Do not stay silent, be loud- be proud, do not hide yourself away.
For your stretch marks are signs that you have lived, your scars are acknowledgements of your struggles; body hair is a sign of life, and wrinkles contain wisdom beyond your wildest dreams.
Darling, do not be silenced.
Go strongly, lovingly, and be at one with yourself.
Accept yourself, for you are magnificent, and you are all that you&#8217;ve got.
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"Don’t compromise yourself- you’re all that you’ve got."

Your body is not a steady size, it is not one shape.

It is not a list of accuracies, and inaccuracies.

It is not a set design; it does not stay in one mould.

Your body is a map, your body is a book; your body tells a tale.

Every inch speaks of a milestone, an event, an age. Every detail has meaning, every scar has a story, each mark holds a memory.

Understand your form, know it’s behaviour, appreciate it’s existence; thank it’s survival. But do not confuse it with the soul it bares. 

For you are more than a body can carry. You are precious, ambitious, and glorious.

No body can contain you, nobody can contain you.

The chains of the world will weigh you down, but your body shall never fail. The vast size of ignorance is unfathomable, but you are magnificent. 

Every hour of every day, the world pushes against you. This life tries to hold you down, exclaim that you are not good enough; squeeze you in to silent submission, shout that you must be small- quiet, un-noticable, nothing. Sit down- they’ll say, Silence, they’ll say.

But darling, expand.

Grow in to the full bodied person you were meant to be.

Strive to be happy, not to shrink.

Do not stay silent, be loud- be proud, do not hide yourself away.

For your stretch marks are signs that you have lived, your scars are acknowledgements of your struggles; body hair is a sign of life, and wrinkles contain wisdom beyond your wildest dreams.

Darling, do not be silenced.

Go strongly, lovingly, and be at one with yourself.

Accept yourself, for you are magnificent, and you are all that you’ve got.

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I grew up with people making excuses for my weight. My nan would call it ‘puppy fat’ and my mum would inform me that ‘it wouldn’t be fair’ if I was funny, smart, AND skinny. I wasn’t any better. I made excuses for myself too, and would tell myself every year that next year would be different. It wasn’t. I didn’t make any changes and I never learned to love who I was because I was waiting to transform from the chubby caterpillar into a beautiful, sleek, sophisticated looking butterfly. I never dreamed that all I was waiting for was acceptance from myself.
I’ve had bad self-esteem for years and it’s only since University that it’s gotten better. I’ve learned that people don’t really care about size, and I found it sad that they could accept me while I couldn’t. My housemates taught me that I’m not too big to be excluded, and I’ve learned to stop being apologetic about my weight. I worked out what size clothes I should be wearing and I’ve stopped crying over the numbers on the tags. I don’t wish I was anything but me. I’m not ugly because I’m fat. I’m beautiful with or without the extra digits on the scale. I’ve let happy, out-going, accepting people into my life and it’s made everything better. I know that it’s the steps I’ve taken to know myself, to accept myself, that I can have healthy relationships with others.
I’m happy because I’m finally coming to peace with who I am, and I’m happy because this blog exists.
If you ever need a friend, or just an ear, you can find me at: ibexie.tumblr.com
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I grew up with people making excuses for my weight. My nan would call it ‘puppy fat’ and my mum would inform me that ‘it wouldn’t be fair’ if I was funny, smart, AND skinny. I wasn’t any better. I made excuses for myself too, and would tell myself every year that next year would be different. It wasn’t. I didn’t make any changes and I never learned to love who I was because I was waiting to transform from the chubby caterpillar into a beautiful, sleek, sophisticated looking butterfly. I never dreamed that all I was waiting for was acceptance from myself.

I’ve had bad self-esteem for years and it’s only since University that it’s gotten better. I’ve learned that people don’t really care about size, and I found it sad that they could accept me while I couldn’t. My housemates taught me that I’m not too big to be excluded, and I’ve learned to stop being apologetic about my weight. I worked out what size clothes I should be wearing and I’ve stopped crying over the numbers on the tags. I don’t wish I was anything but me. I’m not ugly because I’m fat. I’m beautiful with or without the extra digits on the scale. I’ve let happy, out-going, accepting people into my life and it’s made everything better. I know that it’s the steps I’ve taken to know myself, to accept myself, that I can have healthy relationships with others.

I’m happy because I’m finally coming to peace with who I am, and I’m happy because this blog exists.

If you ever need a friend, or just an ear, you can find me at: ibexie.tumblr.com

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Heyhi people. My name is Kayla and I just turned fifteen years old. I’m 5’10 and I weigh about 225. Yes, that’s overweight. Many generations of women in my family have struggled with their weight (my grandmother was 350+ until she started juicing several years ago, my mother has been a steady 400 my entire life, and I fear I’m following in their footsteps.) I love my family to death, I really do. But I’m worried about us. Not just them, but myself as well. They’ve taught me my entire life that food is good and you should enjoy eating. That food is meant to be used as a comfort. I’ve always been picked last in sports (besides basketball, but that’s because of my height), I can’t run in Phys Ed without having an emotional breakdown. I have severe social anxiety and I was diagnosed with depression at  the age of eleven. I’ve done a lot of things to hurt myself because I cannot stand my body. I’m covered in stretch marks, my hips are huge and my tummy is definitely there. It doesn’t help that I’m clumsy as hell and covered in scars.
Since the fifth grade I’ve gone to a uniform school, and I didn’t understand why I looked so different from the rest of the girls in their uniforms. Boys never wanted to flirt with me the way they did the other girls. In sixth grade there was a group of girls who decided to bully me because I had huge (36C is pretty big for a sixth grader) boobs and I didn’t tie up the back of my uniform with a hairtye like every other girl. It really got to me. I wanted to change, but I didn’t know how, so I went home an ate. I managed to grow four inches that year, which helped a little bit with the ‘fat’ image, but I still knew my weight and it constantly bothered me. Those bullies stayed with me and tortured me almost every day for three years.
I’m going to be a 10th grader this year at a new school (no uniforms) and I’ve discovered that boys can actually appreciate girls with bigger bodies. I had a boy that I had had a crush on since the sixth grade tell me last year at a dance, “Wow Kayla, you look absolutely stunning tonight…” because I was wearing a pretty dress that hugged me in all the right places. Something in that moment clicked for me, and since I’ve been learning to love myself. I’m not 100% there. Loving myself will always be a challenge for me, but I enjoy a challenge :)
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Heyhi people. My name is Kayla and I just turned fifteen years old. I’m 5’10 and I weigh about 225. Yes, that’s overweight. Many generations of women in my family have struggled with their weight (my grandmother was 350+ until she started juicing several years ago, my mother has been a steady 400 my entire life, and I fear I’m following in their footsteps.) I love my family to death, I really do. But I’m worried about us. Not just them, but myself as well. They’ve taught me my entire life that food is good and you should enjoy eating. That food is meant to be used as a comfort. 
I’ve always been picked last in sports (besides basketball, but that’s because of my height), I can’t run in Phys Ed without having an emotional breakdown. I have severe social anxiety and I was diagnosed with depression at  the age of eleven. I’ve done a lot of things to hurt myself because I cannot stand my body. I’m covered in stretch marks, my hips are huge and my tummy is definitely there. It doesn’t help that I’m clumsy as hell and covered in scars.

Since the fifth grade I’ve gone to a uniform school, and I didn’t understand why I looked so different from the rest of the girls in their uniforms. Boys never wanted to flirt with me the way they did the other girls. In sixth grade there was a group of girls who decided to bully me because I had huge (36C is pretty big for a sixth grader) boobs and I didn’t tie up the back of my uniform with a hairtye like every other girl. It really got to me. I wanted to change, but I didn’t know how, so I went home an ate. I managed to grow four inches that year, which helped a little bit with the ‘fat’ image, but I still knew my weight and it constantly bothered me. Those bullies stayed with me and tortured me almost every day for three years.

I’m going to be a 10th grader this year at a new school (no uniforms) and I’ve discovered that boys can actually appreciate girls with bigger bodies. I had a boy that I had had a crush on since the sixth grade tell me last year at a dance, “Wow Kayla, you look absolutely stunning tonight…” because I was wearing a pretty dress that hugged me in all the right places. Something in that moment clicked for me, and since I’ve been learning to love myself. I’m not 100% there. Loving myself will always be a challenge for me, but I enjoy a challenge :)

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I’ve never been very kind to my tummy. In fact for most of my life I’ve thoroughly hated it. I wasted years wishing it looked differently. I denied it nourishment hoping it would get smaller and flatter. I insulted and ignored it. Hoping one day it would live up to my unattainable expectations. I recently had been very sick because of my gallbladder, which I had to have out a little over a week ago (you can see the scars from my surgery on my stomach.) The whole ordeal has honestly made me appreciate what my stomach actually does for my body, and what would happen without it working properly. I had to go to the emergency room because at the worst of it I couldn’t eat or even drink anything without terrible pain. I want to give a public apology to my stomach. Its been a trooper and has put up with everything I’ve put it through. Its still working hard despite everything, and I’m going to appreciate it from now on. Not for something superficial like what it looks like, but for what it does. Its the way my body sustains itself, it gives me the energy to pursue my dreams, and fuels the vessel that carries out everything I do or will do in my life. I will give it the love and respect it deserves from now on.

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I’ve never been very kind to my tummy. In fact for most of my life I’ve thoroughly hated it. I wasted years wishing it looked differently. I denied it nourishment hoping it would get smaller and flatter. I insulted and ignored it. Hoping one day it would live up to my unattainable expectations. I recently had been very sick because of my gallbladder, which I had to have out a little over a week ago (you can see the scars from my surgery on my stomach.) The whole ordeal has honestly made me appreciate what my stomach actually does for my body, and what would happen without it working properly. I had to go to the emergency room because at the worst of it I couldn’t eat or even drink anything without terrible pain. I want to give a public apology to my stomach. Its been a trooper and has put up with everything I’ve put it through. Its still working hard despite everything, and I’m going to appreciate it from now on. Not for something superficial like what it looks like, but for what it does. Its the way my body sustains itself, it gives me the energy to pursue my dreams, and fuels the vessel that carries out everything I do or will do in my life. I will give it the love and respect it deserves from now on.

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