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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TW: Self Harm
Once upon a time, I wasn’t happy with who I was. When I looked in the mirror, I wondered if anyone would ever be able to love me. If anyone took my picture, I would demand it to be deleted. I would pinch my belly, and yell at it for being bigger than those of others. I would slice lines into my thighs wishing that they would get the hint and shrink to a ‘respectable' size.
Years have passed and I am sad now looking back on how I thought of myself. I realize now that my body is not play-dough to be molded, but a warm cocoon for my soul to nestle inside. I wish I had realized it sooner, because in the end, the one I really needed that love from was myself. It’s been a long road, but I can finally say that I love myself and my body. So, here is a picture for all of you. Because I am here and I want to show the world how strong and beautiful I am.
Love yourself. Respect yourself. You are the only you in this entire world. And the world is better for having you in it.
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TW: Self Harm

Once upon a time, I wasn’t happy with who I was. When I looked in the mirror, I wondered if anyone would ever be able to love me. If anyone took my picture, I would demand it to be deleted. I would pinch my belly, and yell at it for being bigger than those of others. I would slice lines into my thighs wishing that they would get the hint and shrink to a ‘respectable' size.

Years have passed and I am sad now looking back on how I thought of myself. I realize now that my body is not play-dough to be molded, but a warm cocoon for my soul to nestle inside. I wish I had realized it sooner, because in the end, the one I really needed that love from was myself. It’s been a long road, but I can finally say that I love myself and my body. So, here is a picture for all of you. Because I am here and I want to show the world how strong and beautiful I am.

Love yourself. Respect yourself. You are the only you in this entire world. And the world is better for having you in it.

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So earlier this summer I wore a crop top for the first time EVER, and I think I have the tumblr community solely to thank for this. I follow a lot of body positive blogs (including this one!) and it’s so nice seeing women of all different shapes and sizes rocking all sorts of outfits and looking cute and fierce doing so! It has motivated me to look at my body in a more positive light. I even bought another crop top to wear before fall hits! Yeah, I am trying to lose a bit of weight, and I also have days where I look at my body and I’m like “ughhhh” (who doesn’t?). But I also am trying to like and enjoy my body for what it is right now, and admire it for what it can do. That’s probably one of my favorite things about working out; each day I get a little stronger, I can run a little farther, I can go a little longer, and I’m like “Yooooo, my body’s pretty amazing actually” :)
My blog: http://misscurvybooty.tumblr.com
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So earlier this summer I wore a crop top for the first time EVER, and I think I have the tumblr community solely to thank for this. I follow a lot of body positive blogs (including this one!) and it’s so nice seeing women of all different shapes and sizes rocking all sorts of outfits and looking cute and fierce doing so! It has motivated me to look at my body in a more positive light. I even bought another crop top to wear before fall hits! Yeah, I am trying to lose a bit of weight, and I also have days where I look at my body and I’m like “ughhhh” (who doesn’t?). But I also am trying to like and enjoy my body for what it is right now, and admire it for what it can do. That’s probably one of my favorite things about working out; each day I get a little stronger, I can run a little farther, I can go a little longer, and I’m like “Yooooo, my body’s pretty amazing actually” :)

My blog: http://misscurvybooty.tumblr.com

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My name is Olive. I am a plus-size alternative lesbian model from Vermont. All my life I have battled depression, O.C.D, and severe anxiety. Yet I had only been diagnosed three years ago. I now have a wonderful body positive self image, but I haven’t always. I used to self harm and have eating disorders. My advice for people wanting to go into recovery is: AGGRESSIVE SELF LOVE. It really helped me. 
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My name is Olive. I am a plus-size alternative lesbian model from Vermont. All my life I have battled depression, O.C.D, and severe anxiety. Yet I had only been diagnosed three years ago. I now have a wonderful body positive self image, but I haven’t always. I used to self harm and have eating disorders. My advice for people wanting to go into recovery is: AGGRESSIVE SELF LOVE. It really helped me. 

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I suffered with self esteem issues and anorexia for a very long time. I wish I had taken my life back sooner. Eating disorders suck. Recovery made me realize that the weight I gained was not fat but freedom, happiness, love and creativity, the things my disordered mind left behind. Recovery made me realize I was worth something. You are too.
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I suffered with self esteem issues and anorexia for a very long time. I wish I had taken my life back sooner. Eating disorders suck. Recovery made me realize that the weight I gained was not fat but freedom, happiness, love and creativity, the things my disordered mind left behind. Recovery made me realize I was worth something. You are too.

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Trigger Warning - talk about an accident, scale numbers & stretch marks.
Two years ago, I fit into both the bra and panties perfectly. In fact, this was my FAVORITE bra.  And today, my boobs are falling out of the bra and my underwear covers half of my ass. Around 120lbs, I thought I was perfect. I loved my body, I loved my friends, and I honestly loved life. After high school graduation, the guy I had been involved with for 5 years, through long distance, ended things with me. Though we fought on and off the entire 5 years, even to the point where we dated people in between, I always had thought he’d be the one. He was the one I would eventually fly to Florida from Michigan to be with, or wherever else he ended up. Around the same time, my sister and her new born moved back home, where I was still living. I took on the role of babysitting full-time, to the point where people think I am his mother. It was exhausting, and due to lack of time between babysitting, family events, and college, I lost all my friends. I lost every single one of them, including the girl I had been best friends with since 8th grade, and thought I would grow old with. I literally thought we would be friends forever. As I walked through this last year of my life, I noticed a huge change - not just in my body, though I am now weighing in at 170lb. I was friends with people I hated in high school, I put more emphasis on school but never followed through. I even continued talking to guys, but became less picky and more racy; sending nudes & talking to multiple guys. I lost values and my life spiraled down into hate, dishonesty, and honestly, just pure craziness. I would have days where I’d be friends with everyone, including old friends, then I’d have days where I wouldn’t even hear my phone go off. I lost sight of who I was, and even confessed to a friend that I would I was having an identity crisis. The pressure on me of measuring up to my older sisters, raising my nephew, getting good grades, etc was drowning me. And the pain of losing not just all of my friends, but the two most valued people in my life nearly killed me. A month ago, one of my good friends from high school – who I had lost contact with – was killed by a drunk driver, along with a friend of his. Getting that text that said “it was Dakota in the accident” ripped my heart apart. I cried for days, and am even crying writing this. Dakota called me mom in high school because I was so protective of him. I loved him as if he were my child, having met him his freshman year & being a year older. He always had a smile on his face and always found a way to make people laugh. I could go on for days about the happiness I found in him, but back to my main point – Dakota LOVED God.  When he died, I was angry. I attended his viewing & his funeral, his candlelight vigil and I’ll be attending a softball game and 5k race in his honor later this month. But through all of the support, I was angry. I blamed God and screamed and cried and lost sight of everything else bad in my life. This last month of my life has been about Dakota. However, he and God had a plan. They have been working God into my life through this experience. I started attending church again. Last week, I bought my first adult bible. I pray almost daily now. I have found God and my heart is finally healing – when I have been missing something for 2 years now and kept thinking it was my ex & ex friend. All along, it was God. I am feeling healed and it’s all because I have God in my life again.
I am submitting this photo because I was recently made aware of my stretch marks, as if it’s anyone else’s business. Though you can hardly see in this photo, they are red & dark purple lines on the inside of my legs and on my waist. I was at church, wearing a dress, and my dad pointed to the ones on my legs and said “Be careful you don’t get too big because these might not go away.” I am submitting this photo because I love myself now because God loved me first, not because a friend or boy loved me. I am submitting this to show you that I have had a hell of a life this last year or so, but I still know that loving myself is the only option I have. If you can’t love yourself – who will?  I am submitting this to remind everyone who hates anything about their body that there are bigger things in life to worry about. It took losing a good friend of mine to remind myself who I am and how I should act. Please don’t wait that long to love yourself.
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Trigger Warning - talk about an accident, scale numbers & stretch marks.

Two years ago, I fit into both the bra and panties perfectly. In fact, this was my FAVORITE bra.  And today, my boobs are falling out of the bra and my underwear covers half of my ass. Around 120lbs, I thought I was perfect. I loved my body, I loved my friends, and I honestly loved life. After high school graduation, the guy I had been involved with for 5 years, through long distance, ended things with me. Though we fought on and off the entire 5 years, even to the point where we dated people in between, I always had thought he’d be the one. He was the one I would eventually fly to Florida from Michigan to be with, or wherever else he ended up. Around the same time, my sister and her new born moved back home, where I was still living. I took on the role of babysitting full-time, to the point where people think I am his mother. It was exhausting, and due to lack of time between babysitting, family events, and college, I lost all my friends. I lost every single one of them, including the girl I had been best friends with since 8th grade, and thought I would grow old with. I literally thought we would be friends forever. As I walked through this last year of my life, I noticed a huge change - not just in my body, though I am now weighing in at 170lb. I was friends with people I hated in high school, I put more emphasis on school but never followed through. I even continued talking to guys, but became less picky and more racy; sending nudes & talking to multiple guys. I lost values and my life spiraled down into hate, dishonesty, and honestly, just pure craziness. I would have days where I’d be friends with everyone, including old friends, then I’d have days where I wouldn’t even hear my phone go off. I lost sight of who I was, and even confessed to a friend that I would I was having an identity crisis. The pressure on me of measuring up to my older sisters, raising my nephew, getting good grades, etc was drowning me. And the pain of losing not just all of my friends, but the two most valued people in my life nearly killed me. A month ago, one of my good friends from high school – who I had lost contact with – was killed by a drunk driver, along with a friend of his. Getting that text that said “it was Dakota in the accident” ripped my heart apart. I cried for days, and am even crying writing this. Dakota called me mom in high school because I was so protective of him. I loved him as if he were my child, having met him his freshman year & being a year older. He always had a smile on his face and always found a way to make people laugh. I could go on for days about the happiness I found in him, but back to my main point – Dakota LOVED God.  When he died, I was angry. I attended his viewing & his funeral, his candlelight vigil and I’ll be attending a softball game and 5k race in his honor later this month. But through all of the support, I was angry. I blamed God and screamed and cried and lost sight of everything else bad in my life. This last month of my life has been about Dakota. However, he and God had a plan. They have been working God into my life through this experience. I started attending church again. Last week, I bought my first adult bible. I pray almost daily now. I have found God and my heart is finally healing – when I have been missing something for 2 years now and kept thinking it was my ex & ex friend. All along, it was God. I am feeling healed and it’s all because I have God in my life again.

I am submitting this photo because I was recently made aware of my stretch marks, as if it’s anyone else’s business. Though you can hardly see in this photo, they are red & dark purple lines on the inside of my legs and on my waist. I was at church, wearing a dress, and my dad pointed to the ones on my legs and said “Be careful you don’t get too big because these might not go away.” I am submitting this photo because I love myself now because God loved me first, not because a friend or boy loved me. I am submitting this to show you that I have had a hell of a life this last year or so, but I still know that loving myself is the only option I have. If you can’t love yourself – who will?  I am submitting this to remind everyone who hates anything about their body that there are bigger things in life to worry about. It took losing a good friend of mine to remind myself who I am and how I should act. Please don’t wait that long to love yourself.

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girlgrowingsmall:

Some bodies are built for “thigh gaps.” Most aren’t. And it has nothing to do with weight. All about bone structure, baby. Love yourself as you are.

NO THIGH GAP, NO PROBLEM!

girlgrowingsmall:

Some bodies are built for “thigh gaps.” Most aren’t. And it has nothing to do with weight. All about bone structure, baby. Love yourself as you are.

NO THIGH GAP, NO PROBLEM!

mixed-power:

Got myself a new pair of jeans that finally fit me comfortably. $25 from a Korean-brand store called Eight Seconds. Actually makes me feel good rather than chubby.

I have been through some fairly intense changes in the past year, to say the least. I joined the military, was away from my husband and family for 6 months, made some terrible decisions, and some great ones. Although this year has been challenging to say the least, I am so grateful for the struggles. For the first time in my life I finally started making the changes I needed to make in my life. I started seeing a counselor. I am learning to trust myself and my ability to meet my own needs. I am learning how to love myself. To trust my body and what it needs. I am taking care of myself physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I am learning how to recognize negative self-talk and to question the stories I tell myself.
Magical. Miraculous. Amazing. That is the only way I can begin to describe the changes I have felt in my self-worth, body-image, and confidence. For the first time in my life, I believe myself when I look at my body in the mirror and say that I am beautiful. I feel powerful. Strong. Capable. I am learning to be gentle with myself, and to love myself exactly as I am, right now. My self-love is no longer conditional. I don’t need to look a certain way, be a certain size, accomplish specific goals in order to be loved by myself or anyone else.
Consequently, in learning to love myself unconditionally, I have opened myself up to be loved by others in ways I deserve. I am more capable of loving others without conditions or unrealistic expectations.
And be proud of your body. Be grateful for all of the amazing things your body can do. Listen to your body. It is the only body you get. It is your vessel in this world. The legs you despise carry you every day. They run and jump and allow you to play. The arms you think are too big or small embrace the people you love. Hold your child. Stop trying to carve away the pieces of your body you feel aren’t good enough.
You are loveable. You are not broken. You are not used or dirty. You are worthy of forgiveness, especially from yourself. You are never alone. I love you. You are beautiful. Right now. Stop waiting to love yourself. You are enough exactly as you are.
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I have been through some fairly intense changes in the past year, to say the least. I joined the military, was away from my husband and family for 6 months, made some terrible decisions, and some great ones. Although this year has been challenging to say the least, I am so grateful for the struggles. For the first time in my life I finally started making the changes I needed to make in my life. I started seeing a counselor. I am learning to trust myself and my ability to meet my own needs. I am learning how to love myself. To trust my body and what it needs. I am taking care of myself physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. I am learning how to recognize negative self-talk and to question the stories I tell myself.

Magical. Miraculous. Amazing. That is the only way I can begin to describe the changes I have felt in my self-worth, body-image, and confidence. For the first time in my life, I believe myself when I look at my body in the mirror and say that I am beautiful. I feel powerful. Strong. Capable. I am learning to be gentle with myself, and to love myself exactly as I am, right now. My self-love is no longer conditional. I don’t need to look a certain way, be a certain size, accomplish specific goals in order to be loved by myself or anyone else.

Consequently, in learning to love myself unconditionally, I have opened myself up to be loved by others in ways I deserve. I am more capable of loving others without conditions or unrealistic expectations.

And be proud of your body. Be grateful for all of the amazing things your body can do. Listen to your body. It is the only body you get. It is your vessel in this world. The legs you despise carry you every day. They run and jump and allow you to play. The arms you think are too big or small embrace the people you love. Hold your child. Stop trying to carve away the pieces of your body you feel aren’t good enough.

You are loveable. You are not broken. You are not used or dirty. You are worthy of forgiveness, especially from yourself. You are never alone. I love you. You are beautiful. Right now. Stop waiting to love yourself. You are enough exactly as you are.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!