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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Buzzing my hair has been something which I have known for awhile that I would like to experience once in my life, but up until now I didn’t have the courage to go through with it. Finally I decided that the opportunity to cross this experience off my bucket list should not be denied to me because of my gender. I’m proud of myself for not letting society impose it’s definition of femininity on me and for having the confidence to let go of my figurative comfort blanket (my hair). I expect to be the subject of a lot of scrutiny, but I’m happy with my decision. I am a gorgeous, empowered woman… with or without hair (: Come visit me at onthepathtoserenity.tumblr.com
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Buzzing my hair has been something which I have known for awhile that I would like to experience once in my life, but up until now I didn’t have the courage to go through with it. Finally I decided that the opportunity to cross this experience off my bucket list should not be denied to me because of my gender. I’m proud of myself for not letting society impose it’s definition of femininity on me and for having the confidence to let go of my figurative comfort blanket (my hair). I expect to be the subject of a lot of scrutiny, but I’m happy with my decision. I am a gorgeous, empowered woman… with or without hair (:

Come visit me at onthepathtoserenity.tumblr.com

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(Please don’t reblog to inappropriate websites). This is what I look like without any make up and my bangs pulled back. Some people may have foreheads and others even have fiveheads, but I’m convinced I have a sixhead. I’ve just lived with it by merely hiding my face under my bangs but I would do anything to change this flaw. I think I look like a boy with my hair pulled back. In high school, other kids laughed at me and made fun of my forehead and every time I tried to brave the world “bangs-less”, I would get weird looks. Well, for all you fivers and sixers, here is me. I still haven’t accepted having such a extremely high forehead but I though revealing myself publicly would be my first step. Thank you SHYB.  
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(Please don’t reblog to inappropriate websites). This is what I look like without any make up and my bangs pulled back. Some people may have foreheads and others even have fiveheads, but I’m convinced I have a sixhead. I’ve just lived with it by merely hiding my face under my bangs but I would do anything to change this flaw. I think I look like a boy with my hair pulled back. In high school, other kids laughed at me and made fun of my forehead and every time I tried to brave the world “bangs-less”, I would get weird looks. Well, for all you fivers and sixers, here is me. I still haven’t accepted having such a extremely high forehead but I though revealing myself publicly would be my first step. Thank you SHYB.  

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Hi, this is my tummy as of right this second. I used to desire abs and a dark tan. Recently, I’ve chosen to embrace my softness and pale skin as strengths and it seems that people are noticing. Never before have I felt such a warm comfort from friends and strangers concerning my image. It feels great to find such lovely confidence. I find my tummy beautiful now!
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Hi, this is my tummy as of right this second. I used to desire abs and a dark tan. Recently, I’ve chosen to embrace my softness and pale skin as strengths and it seems that people are noticing. Never before have I felt such a warm comfort from friends and strangers concerning my image. It feels great to find such lovely confidence. I find my tummy beautiful now!

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Trigger warning: self-esteem, self-depreciation
After some encouragement and reading countless stories on this blog, I have felt a little more and more motivated to write down my account, for anyone like me who needs a little push, or a little encouragement to tell themselves that they are beautiful. I am so thankful that I have taken my first baby steps toward loving myself after all these years, and this is my first pebble I’d like to toss, to get the ripple effect going, one which says this: I am beautiful, and proud to be me.
I will begin by saying this: I have been diagnosed with a few things out of my control, but not necessarily things that define me or my attitude. There are things I haven’t been diagnosed for, things I will come to accept or change about myself, once I come to terms with whether or not it’s a part of me that’s good for me.
I was diagnosed first with a blood disorder, then bipolar II, then I made the biggest step forward in my life that has changed my life for so many good reasons: I told the truth about myself. I am a transgender guy. I was born with a female body, with everything else about me screaming YOU ARE MALE.
For years I thought the major part of my depression stemmed from my poor body esteem. For years I tried to cope and find me.
My poor body image, however, came long before I came out. I had been a few pounds underweight for a good portion of my life, but I still hated the small stomach I had. I never wore flattering clothes, and always tried to hide my body.
I thought surgery would change this, as though eliminating the parts of me I was unhappy about would suddenly bring about a miraculous era of love for myself. Instead I was greeted with the side effects of medication and surgery: keloids and weight gain. The perfect chest I’d always dreamed of came with drawbacks, the scars will never heal and they caused 18 months of physical pain before I could finally afford help in terms of dermatology.
I have had binge eating problems (where I eat, and feel guilty about it later, or “I eat my emotions.”) and now I am finally facing those issues because they are finally visible. Now I have stretch marks everywhere. Knees, thighs, back, stomach, arms, chest, you name it. My body image and self-esteem are at the lowest point they have ever been, and having the doctors tell me I need to lose weight repeatedly has never helped, or motivated me. Because of my chronic depression, I feel even less motivation to get around to “feeling better about me.” There was a time in my life where I absolutely thought I couldn’t take it anymore, and a year later I wound up checking myself into a hospital to prevent myself from taking my own life.
You know what though? I’m proud that I did that. I would not become the amazing person I am today if I had given in. And I’m proud that I admitted I needed help. Everyone thinks that if you go to a hospital for “mental issues,” you are crazy. I actually remember, however, this five day experience as one of the happiest times of my life. I learned that there was nothing wrong with me, I am beautiful the way I am. My second problem was that I didn’t love or accept the people around me, and that I couldn’t see that I am strong, wise, inspirational, and brave.
I am still working on my self-esteem as I’ve said, but I want to truly love me, and part of me is loving and accepting this vessel I was given. You only get one, as they say. Part of loving me means loving who I am and what makes me the wonderful person I am.

I want you to know above all, there are people like you out there. There are people whose surgeries didn’t give them the body of a god/goddess. There are people out there just like you who struggle just like you. I am one of these people. And I don’t care who you are or what your situation is.

YOU. ARE. BEAUTIFUL, and I love you. Never let anyone make you feel/tell you otherwise.

I am willing to listen if you ever need to talk, and also willing to make friends here.

My blog is: fullmetalchampion
fullmetalchampion.tumblr.com

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Trigger warning: self-esteem, self-depreciation

After some encouragement and reading countless stories on this blog, I have felt a little more and more motivated to write down my account, for anyone like me who needs a little push, or a little encouragement to tell themselves that they are beautiful. I am so thankful that I have taken my first baby steps toward loving myself after all these years, and this is my first pebble I’d like to toss, to get the ripple effect going, one which says this: I am beautiful, and proud to be me.

I will begin by saying this: I have been diagnosed with a few things out of my control, but not necessarily things that define me or my attitude. There are things I haven’t been diagnosed for, things I will come to accept or change about myself, once I come to terms with whether or not it’s a part of me that’s good for me.

I was diagnosed first with a blood disorder, then bipolar II, then I made the biggest step forward in my life that has changed my life for so many good reasons: I told the truth about myself. I am a transgender guy. I was born with a female body, with everything else about me screaming YOU ARE MALE.

For years I thought the major part of my depression stemmed from my poor body esteem. For years I tried to cope and find me.

My poor body image, however, came long before I came out. I had been a few pounds underweight for a good portion of my life, but I still hated the small stomach I had. I never wore flattering clothes, and always tried to hide my body.

I thought surgery would change this, as though eliminating the parts of me I was unhappy about would suddenly bring about a miraculous era of love for myself. Instead I was greeted with the side effects of medication and surgery: keloids and weight gain. The perfect chest I’d always dreamed of came with drawbacks, the scars will never heal and they caused 18 months of physical pain before I could finally afford help in terms of dermatology.

I have had binge eating problems (where I eat, and feel guilty about it later, or “I eat my emotions.”) and now I am finally facing those issues because they are finally visible. Now I have stretch marks everywhere. Knees, thighs, back, stomach, arms, chest, you name it. My body image and self-esteem are at the lowest point they have ever been, and having the doctors tell me I need to lose weight repeatedly has never helped, or motivated me. Because of my chronic depression, I feel even less motivation to get around to “feeling better about me.” There was a time in my life where I absolutely thought I couldn’t take it anymore, and a year later I wound up checking myself into a hospital to prevent myself from taking my own life.

You know what though? I’m proud that I did that. I would not become the amazing person I am today if I had given in. And I’m proud that I admitted I needed help. Everyone thinks that if you go to a hospital for “mental issues,” you are crazy. I actually remember, however, this five day experience as one of the happiest times of my life. I learned that there was nothing wrong with me, I am beautiful the way I am. My second problem was that I didn’t love or accept the people around me, and that I couldn’t see that I am strong, wise, inspirational, and brave.

I am still working on my self-esteem as I’ve said, but I want to truly love me, and part of me is loving and accepting this vessel I was given. You only get one, as they say. Part of loving me means loving who I am and what makes me the wonderful person I am.

I want you to know above all, there are people like you out there. There are people whose surgeries didn’t give them the body of a god/goddess. There are people out there just like you who struggle just like you. I am one of these people. And I don’t care who you are or what your situation is.

YOU. ARE. BEAUTIFUL, and I love you. Never let anyone make you feel/tell you otherwise.

I am willing to listen if you ever need to talk, and also willing to make friends here.

My blog is: fullmetalchampion

fullmetalchampion.tumblr.com

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Hello lovely people! I always love submitting here because of everyone’s positive and generous comments :) 
I’ve been having trouble loving myself recently as I’ve ended up gaining a lot of weight in a short amount of time. The journey to self love is hard but giving myself a little wink in the mirror each day and telling myself positives rather than negatives has definitely helped me!
Come say hi! acciopositivity.tumblr.com
xoxoxoxoxo
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Hello lovely people! I always love submitting here because of everyone’s positive and generous comments :) 

I’ve been having trouble loving myself recently as I’ve ended up gaining a lot of weight in a short amount of time. The journey to self love is hard but giving myself a little wink in the mirror each day and telling myself positives rather than negatives has definitely helped me!

Come say hi! acciopositivity.tumblr.com

xoxoxoxoxo

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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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Hiii :)
Thigh highs aren’t strictly just for skinny gals, chubby ones can wear them too! I love these ones from sockdream.com.
Want to make my day? Follow my tumblr
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Hiii :)

Thigh highs aren’t strictly just for skinny gals, chubby ones can wear them too! I love these ones from sockdream.com.

Want to make my day? Follow my tumblr

s0wnbones.tumblr.com

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Okay so when I’m high I think I’m so pretty. That’s why I love Mary Jane she makes me so comfortable in my skin. So when I’m high I usually take really confident pictures of myself like the ones above, but I’ve never actually gone through with posting them. So right now I’m posting them so people see how happy I am in my skin. I learned to love every piece of me. It’s okay to be happy with who you are. They say the one who is confident in her skin is sexy but that one who doesn’t know she’s sexy is Beautiful. Well I say fuck that! We need to be confident, this is the skin we were born in too and the skin we’re growing old in so let’s enjoy being who we are! If any of you ever need to talk or simply someone to listen, i’m here crazycrush.tumblr.com
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Okay so when I’m high I think I’m so pretty. That’s why I love Mary Jane she makes me so comfortable in my skin. So when I’m high I usually take really confident pictures of myself like the ones above, but I’ve never actually gone through with posting them. So right now I’m posting them so people see how happy I am in my skin. I learned to love every piece of me. It’s okay to be happy with who you are. They say the one who is confident in her skin is sexy but that one who doesn’t know she’s sexy is Beautiful. Well I say fuck that! We need to be confident, this is the skin we were born in too and the skin we’re growing old in so let’s enjoy being who we are! If any of you ever need to talk or simply someone to listen, i’m here crazycrush.tumblr.com

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Alex 16,  FTM. I’m working hard on loving the body i was given even if it isn’t the one i know I know I was supposed to have. Hit me up with any questions. I’m always looking for new people to talk too.
Peterpans-flying-home
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Alex 16,  FTM. I’m working hard on loving the body i was given even if it isn’t the one i know I know I was supposed to have. Hit me up with any questions. I’m always looking for new people to talk too.

Peterpans-flying-home

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I’ve been on tumblr a long time, and while I always embraced body positivity, I don’t think I ever realized how down on myself I actually was.
My best friend took this photo of me a year ago while on our trip to Europe. 
When I saw it, I was really insecure about it.  I felt that I looked large and tired and overall bloated.  I put it aside for such a long time, I forgot it existed, and I avoided photographs for a long time.  While I always encouraged friends to embrace their bodies and practice positive thinking, I wasn’t really doing the same for myself.  I preached that I was comfortable in my own skin, yet I still refused to be photographed (which is a hard thing to do, surrounded by art major, I might add).
In the past year, I’ve done a lot of work with myself emotionally, and I see things differently now.
-I have fat, but I am so much more than that.
-Yes my face is squishy.  But it’s the only one I have and I will have to live with it my entire life, so I might as well love it. :)
-I look happy here, and that’s what’s most important.  A healthy mind and a healthy body. <3
I came across this photo again today, and I LOVE IT SO MUCH.  I love my body and my face and I’m not so insecure anymore.  I’m happy with myself, physically and emotionally :)
I will make sure to submit more often- I love all you awesome folks!
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I’ve been on tumblr a long time, and while I always embraced body positivity, I don’t think I ever realized how down on myself I actually was.

My best friend took this photo of me a year ago while on our trip to Europe. 

When I saw it, I was really insecure about it.  I felt that I looked large and tired and overall bloated.  I put it aside for such a long time, I forgot it existed, and I avoided photographs for a long time.  While I always encouraged friends to embrace their bodies and practice positive thinking, I wasn’t really doing the same for myself.  I preached that I was comfortable in my own skin, yet I still refused to be photographed (which is a hard thing to do, surrounded by art major, I might add).

In the past year, I’ve done a lot of work with myself emotionally, and I see things differently now.

-I have fat, but I am so much more than that.

-Yes my face is squishy.  But it’s the only one I have and I will have to live with it my entire life, so I might as well love it. :)

-I look happy here, and that’s what’s most important.  A healthy mind and a healthy body. <3

I came across this photo again today, and I LOVE IT SO MUCH.  I love my body and my face and I’m not so insecure anymore.  I’m happy with myself, physically and emotionally :)

I will make sure to submit more often- I love all you awesome folks!

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