Posts tagged thighs
Posts tagged thighs
Being plus size can be a real issue sometimes, I am a size 12-16 depending on the store and although I’m the smaller of plus size ranges I still feel the hardships that many go through and understand the pain. Finding sizes in “straight” sized clothing stores such as American Eagle, Forever 21, Old Navy Etc is a very difficult task, although many now have plus size items, they don’t have them in store and looking online can be a difficult task for the shopper. (Not to mention, the sizes are different at every store! For example at Armani Exchange their jeans at a size 12 don’t even go past my knees, and H&M seems to run at least 2 sizes smaller in their bottoms almost always!)That is why when I found this list of various stores that cater to plus sized women I wanted to share! The bolded numbers are the sizes they carry to. I’m hoping this is a really compact and easy way to find items you love and can look FAB in without the pressure of going on a crazy hunt in the process! Looking fabulous is something that we can do at all sizes and at all price points, don’t ever give in to the thought that you are less than because society shoves that idea down our throats. You are damn fabulous! BELIEVE IT!
- Addition Elle14-26
- Anna Scholzuk 10-28
- Ashley Stewart12-32
- Big Bang Boutique1x-6x
- Chubby Cartwheels14-32
- City Chic14-24
- Domino Dollhouse1x-4x
- Evansuk 14-32
- Fashion To Figure12-26
- Forever 2112-18
- Hips and Curves16-28
- J Jill14-28
- Jessica London12-32
- Kiyonna10-32To finish this post I wanted to showcase 3 bloggers that I love and adore who are all plus sized and fabulous. They are such amazing role models and their blogs or youtube channels will always give you tips and trick to rock your size!
Ok ok ok last photo of the night lol my inner shooter girl lol! #plussizefashion #plussizewomen #curvywomen #thickwomen #thighs #croptop #honormycurves #afterdark #boots
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. ♥
Trigger warning: self injury and gender dysphoria
This is my thigh today. I’ve struggled with dysphoria and depression for most of my life, which led to some self harm issues in my teens. I hated how curvy I was, and I would cut and scratch my thighs and hips as a way of punishing my body for being wrong. As I’ve come to accept and gotten to know my gender identity and generally moved into a better place in general, it’s becoming easier to move away from that. Even so, some days are harder than others. One of the ways I’ve learned to cope with the desire to cut on bad days is to draw or write on myself with an ink pen. Marking myself is a way of reclaiming my body. The sensation of the pen on my skin grounds me, and reminds me to be gentle with myself. I hope everyone is taking good care of themselves tonight.
My name is Angela Rose, I am an 18 year old college freshmen and I am learning to love who I am and accept it. I have been told that I am too big for my body frame for years. I am five feet tall and I can’t say I know how much I weigh because I refrain from stepping on a scale. A number doesn’t define me, and it shouldn’t define anyone else. I remember always being told that I should cut down on what I’m eating or that I should eat healthier in an attempt to lose weight. No. I don’t need to lose weight to be beautiful. I will have a third or hell, even a fourth piece of pizza and I will not hold myself accountable to eat only salads out on dates. I will order what I want and I will like it. I love my ass and I love my boobs, I love my thick legs and the way my cheeks ball up when I smile. I don’t have a flat stomach and I probably never will, but I am perfect how I am. I struggled a lot with body image when I was younger but now that I have found these safe havens I am learning to accept me. If I can’t accept myself, then who the hell will? I am a beautiful woman, everyone is beautiful; and sure, it may not be magazine cover perfect or model worthy, but it is beauty regardless. I hope that all girls and guys who are insecure can wake up, look in the mirror and love who they are regardless of the tag on their jeans and the number on the scale. And if these words help even one person than that is an accomplishment on it’s own. If anyone here ever, ever, ever needs someone to vent to, please contact me whenever; angelaroseee.tumblr.com/ask
Nearly a month ago, I posted about how my confidence has increased* and that I am wearing and doing what I want a lot more than I used out. Appreciating what my body’s got going on.
In that, I mentioned how I was building up to wear shorts without tights at some point. I had always had an issue with showing too much skin because of so many imperfections with it. Scars of various kinds, stretch marks, bruises and cuts on my knees, amongst other things.
… Yet I did it today! With a big push from my boyfriend, I went out with my legs bare. It was weird (even though no one was around), but I felt good about it. And I hope that I will soon be able to do it even in a crowded place. Today, I wouldn’t even have believed I would have done it, so I’m hoping I can build up to doing so wherever I am.
All the inspiring people on this blog have helped me so much, so THANK YOU! x. I love reading the stories on here, and about the positivity it creates.
I recently saw a post by Kendra, regarding her eczema and acne, of which I have a very similar issues and experiences with. I hope that I will too follow in her steps soon. I think it’s great that she and many others here have been able to overcome their anxieties in such a way and thus become liberated by their problems.
Sending love to everyone once again! Keep shining, x.
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
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!
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!
Hi! My name is Jaimie and I am 17 :) I know that picture isn’t the best but there is more of me on my blog here.
Ever since I can remember I have been overweight. But, I know that’s not really a time frame so I’m going to say I started gaining weight in 3rd grade. I didn’t really even notice and to tell you the truth I didn’t really see anything wrong with body image. When I was little my mom weighed 300 pounds and when I was around 6 she got a bypass to loose the weight. When I went clothes shopping and had to pick out the biggest size shirt it just went over my head, I mean they are just clothes and everyone wears clothes. But, to tell you the truth, I still wish I had my little kid mind that just didn’t care.
I kept gaining weight throughout the years and again never thought of it. I went on to middle school and made a lot of friends, we hung out everyday and life was good. I remember the first day I thought I was fat, I thought I didn’t look right. This day was the first day of high school.
I looked at all the other girls, they got to wear the girly things they wanted without worrying about it not coming in their size, and I wanted to be like that. At first I thought I was over reacting and just let it slide off my back, but then I went to the doctors for a check up. I was a 14 year old girl that weighed 216 pounds.
The doctors really didn’t say anything about my weight, and if they did I really don’t remember. All I remember thinking at the time was that I needed to loose weight and noting else. That was the day I told myself that I wanted to change myself for me. Now that I look back I give my self a pat on the back for not changing my body because of a guy or anything like that I just didn’t want to be the person I was. I wanted to go shopping knowing that I didn’t have to go to the plus sizes. I wanted to hang out with my friends and not have my weight hold me back. I wanted to feel comfort in my own skin.
Everyone always asks me how I lost the weight and I can’t really explain it. I guess it was my mindset that really got me going. I started drinking a lot of water, 8 glasses a day, 1 cold glass after every meal. I also noticed that from drinking water I ate less. And that’s all I did. Some people think this way was unhealthy, but I will tell you that if I wanted a slice of cake I had my slice of cake! It was just a smaller slice, and if you can loose weight and eat cake it can’t be unhealthy…. well yeah I guess it is, but you get my point.
Over the next year I watched the pounds shed off. My clothes got baggy, I went down a jean size or two and people were noticing. I was really happy, and people were happy for me! Now that I look back on it I still wish I was this happy.
I know I wrote a story and I know this is a stop hating your body blog but I don’t hate it I’m just unhappy. I want to say my weight leveled off at the start of my 11th grade year, and it is what I am at now. I went from being 216 lbs. to 140 lbs., size 18 to 7/9 in about a year and a half. I should be happy about this, and I am but now I’m picking out things I don’t like about myself. Some days I feel really close to that not hating my body goal but then I look in the mirror and it changes. I’m still trying to make my body better, flatten my stomach, get rid of my jiggly arms and thighs. I also hate on my face, I think I have a big nose.
But, after pointing out all of my flaws I stop and think. I still see myself as 216 pound me. I also have never seen myself through other peoples eyes. When I think these things I know I’m almost at not hating my body but then I look in the mirror and am back where I started.
I know one day I will get there, and if you find no comfort in your skin you will get there too. My goal is to be an actress one day, but that’s not all I want to be. I want to be a role model for all those girls that don’t look like miley cyrus or salena gomez (sorry if I spelled the wrong its late at night) I want to tell girls that they are beautiful no matter what they look like! I want to be a person that shows everyone that hates on those girls that they shouldn’t. I really want to change the way media has twisted body image! And I know I can’t really do that if I can’t fully accept my body. But one day I will accept me for me, when that day comes I will start on my actress/motivator dream and the world better watch out!
Trigger Warning: Addiction, Depression, Self-Harm, Suicide.
First time submitting.
Since I was 8, I’ve been battling suicidal depression. That means, I will use anything to hurt myself. I’ve been going through struggles for 6 years. It all started with a case of anorexia. I didn’t eat for weeks, and lost a lot of weight. I was a healthy weight of 95, but by the time I got help, I was 75. I was only 8 when this happened. I was better for 2 years. Then when I was 10, I started self-harming. Anything that would cause pain, I would use it. Nobody noticed that I was slowly hurting myself and leaving scars. That lasted for a year before I started drugs and alcohol. By the time I was 11, I was addicted to all sorts of drugs and alcohol. It was horrible and nobody noticed that I was slowly killing myself. This lasted 2 years. Then I met a boy who helped me clean up. By the time my 13th birthday came along, I was clean and happy. But we broke up and I fell back into everything, only worse. I was anorexic, addicted to drugs/alcohol, and self-harming. For a year I was killing myself slowly with everything I could think of. I now live with scars on my wrists, thighs, stomach, and hips. I was VERY insecure about how I looked. But now, I can wear a bikini and short shorts and be proud of how I look. I can leave without wearing bracelets. I can look at myself in a mirror now and say, “You ARE beautiful. You ARE worth something.” I’m learning to love my body and how I look.