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BODY POSITIVITY: PLEASE REBLOG!!! - (also trigger warning)
The past two weeks I participated in a body Image program for gay men. It was for the Psychology Dept. at my university and I really wanted to take part in it to broaden my horizons on this subject. The program was really amazing and for one of the”homework” exercises my group was asked to write a letter to an adolescent boy about pursuing the “ideal” body. I wrote mine so it could be gender neutral so I can include anyone going through this at a young age. My letter:
Life at this age can be very difficult when it should be fun, free and liberating. People your age can be quite harsh and society itself, through the media, can send mixed messages that can discourage you. Please realize that your body is a gift that you can call your own, so love it and cherish it the way you should. Once you learn to love your body you will soon be able to love yourself; and that is the greatest power that anybody could have. Don’t let anyone or anything tell you how you should look. If you ever want to change your image, do it for yourself and not for the outside world. The “perfect” bodies that you see in magazines are not at all perfect. Not only because they are manipulated and altered, but simply because the state of perfection is unachievable. To be perfect is to be devoid of all flaws. Since everybody has flaws, there is no such thing. It doesn’t exist. But you must learn to accept your flaws and love them because as much as people don’t say it: imperfection is true perfection. I wish someone could have given me encouraging words when I was a teenager because it was a truly hard time for a lot of people. But what I hope is that you take my words and heed them because it really does get better.
Love your body. And love yourself.
Please spread this video so my message can hopefully reach those who need it
[TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER AND BEHAVIOR]
Hello everyone! I am in the process of recovering from bulimia and body dysmorphic disorder. Before I graduated high school, I decided I really wanted to get help into fixing the way I see myself and my obsession with losing weight.
I moved for college where I met the most amazing group of friends I could have ever wished for and they have been so supportive on my track to recovery.
Granted, there are days where I will sit and cry about how I am not at a certain weight or why I am not a size 0. This journey has not been easy and has been filled with ups and downs.
When I do feel this way, I try to do things to make myself feel better. One of them is I set up my webcam and I treat myself to a photo session. I’m not sure why, but I feel so confident, if only for that second. I keep these pictures to remind myself that even if it was for a second, I felt confident and even attractive and sexy.
I am slowly starting to feel comfortable with my body and I can only hope that those reading this will soon too. I am leading a new Body Love Initiative group at my university in hopes to do the same around my campus.
Remember, the road to being comfortable with yourself isn’t easy but it is definitely worth it. <3 stop by if you ever want some support or just want to chat! My ask box is always open.
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!
March, 19, 2012 with Arturo David Hoyte
Anderson: On the red carpet for the Oscars last year you changed your look… kind of and it seemed to flip people out. People were writing about this, blogging about this. And Gabby at the Olympics recently, when she did really well I saw people commenting about her hair and stuff. I just thought it really odd that people notice this so much. Do you find it strange that people comment on how you appear so much?
Slight Trigger Warning: brief discussion of depression
So I took this after getting home from the beach, which is a big thing for me to do. As long as I could remember, I have been uncomfortable being in a swimsuit, no matter my size. I always felt that when I would go to the beach/pool/etc. everyone’s eyes would be trained on me and they would be judging how I look. It got to the point that I would actively avoid any social gatherings that required me to go in a bathing suit, and if I did go I would confine myself entirely to the water, where I felt safe from people’s scrutinizing gaze. A lot of of my anxiety over being seen in a swimsuit also came from my struggle with depression, a cripplingly low self esteem, and a fear of being inadequate- of not being good enough.
Well, I have gotten better. Opening up to my family about my depression and seeking help was my saving grace and as a result my overall state of being has been more positive, more open, and just… happier. I still have times where things get really rough, but now I know that I have a loving support system to fall back on. And the way I view my body has definitely changed for the better.
I no longer feel like I have to obsessively control how certain parts of my body look as a result of my insecurities. I no longer feel like I have to work hard to look a certain way because it’s what I think other people will like. I no longer care what other’s think of my body, because I realized that this is MY BODY and the only person’s opinion I should care about is MY OWN.
Sometimes I have days where I look in the mirror and don’t like what I see, but I work on improving my body image rather than continuing to bash my body. I am learning to love myself and it feels wonderful.
Today was not one of those days! I went to the beach, wearing the swimsuit I picked out - NOT because I thought I’d get compliments on it, NOT because I thought complete strangers would approve of it, but because I thought it looked cute on me! And I did not confine myself to the water, or on the sand with my cover up on. I ran and jumped and played and I never felt embarrassed or ashamed of my body. NO ONE ever should.
DON’T worry what others think of you, because at the end of the day it’s YOUR BODY that you have to live with and the only person who should have control over your body IS YOURSELF. c:
My name is Felicia, I am 26 years old and I am from California. All my life I’ve been different looking. Firstly it was because of my lazy eye. I often got made fun of for it. Then when I was 11 I started my period and gained a lot of weight. Add to that my thyroid gland decided it wanted to act up and I gained even more weight. Every since then I knew I was different, I started to get teased for my size as well. Even then, I didn’t really think I was that unattractive. Only when people pointed out that I was fat. I use to cry a lot and envy my sisters for being thin. I have 4 sisters, all of them beautiful and then. Why wasn’t I blessed with their beauty? Why did I have to be the fat one? Year round I would wear jackets or sweaters, so no one would see my figure. I started to discover myself in high school and decide who I wanted to be in high school. During a Black History month performance, this big woman performed Maya Angelou’s “Still I rise” It spoke to me more than any other poem I’ve heard before. “You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise.” That is my favorite line from the poem. Every since then, I’ve tried to walk with my head held up high. People can talk, I will let them talk, I may even fall, but I always get back up. It took me a few years, but I am finally learning to accept who I am. I am 5’2 293lbs. I have a lazy eye and my skin isn’t perfect, but you know what? Nobody is perfect! I need to start living up to my own standards. What matter is what I think. It is okay to be different! I am fierce, intelligent and I can sing like an angel! I am awesome. I love my body!
You can find me here, I love meeting new people http://falulu.tumblr.com/
I’m getting used to the fact that I will probably always be fat - and that’s perfectly fine with me. I’m accepting that I’m still gorgeous, and that my beauty is enhanced by the jiggling of my thighs and the rolls on my back. I’M A BODY LOVING WARRIOR.
TW: Molestation, Self Bashing, Depression, Suicidal
Hey there my name is Taja Brianne. I’m 24 years old and I weigh 202 (B: 46W:35H: 50). I’ve always been EXTREMELY insecure about the way I look (I’m a self basher and suffer from severe depression and anxiety) from my hair to my Feet, I’ve never liked the way I look. I thought I was so ugly (still do), And it didn’t help that Something very tragic happened to me and my family 2 years ago that really made me feel even more worthless and insecure (which I didn’t think could even happen) . Anyways Let me back up and start from the beginning so you can get the gist of what I’m talking about.
Okay so ever since I was a kid was always getting bullied and was treated very badly by damn near everyone around me. My father (who is an alcoholic and drug addict) verbally and physically abused me for a long time telling me that I was stupid and that I would never be shit and that I was a piece of shit.. My mother neglected me for a very long time because of her vices as well and it was very hard for me to deal with. . I started developing at age 7, so by the time I was in 3rd grade I had C cups. I was also taller than everyone else in my class for a minuet as well so I always was getting made fun of. I never thought I was pretty at all, in fact I thought I was the ugliest kid ever. When I was in the 6th grade I had a girl call me ugly in front of the whole class and I broke down and cried for almost an hour it was so bad that the teacher had to calm me down. I felt so worthless and insecure, in 10th grade my mom messed up my hair so bad I had to cut all of my hair off. I went to school the next day bald… I didn’t get made fun of too much for it (I actually look really good bald lol) but still when the people did talk about my hair it really got to me. Also my lack of friends didn’t help and the fact that I’m socially awkward, I am a loner (not by choice btw) so I don’t have any friends (even today) all of my friends just stopped talking to me like I wasn’t good enough for them or they all ended up leaving me (by moving) so that was a big blow to my self esteem. When I was in the 11th grade I ended up transferring schools and I ended up meeting the one person who would end up eventually destroying my life and self esteem in the process.
We met two weeks after I transferred and ended up falling in love (hard). He was my whole world; I gave everything to him… my whole life. All my friends were his friends, he did everything for me. I became completely dependent on him for everything. I even moved out of my parent’s house to live with him when I was 17. I thought we were going to be together for the rest of our lives. We were together for 7 years (till 2011), I found out he cheated on me 3 days after our 7 year anniversary. It devastated me and made me feel so ugly, worthless, and not good enough. I felt like I deserved it because I was fat and ugly and useless. So we broke up but we were still talking and having sex occasionally. I was so in love with him. I loved him unconditionally (and I still do). He treated me like shit and said some horrible things to me after we broke up and I let him because I felt like I wasn’t worth a damn anyways and I knew what he was saying to me was true anyways (because that’s how I felt) so it was whatever. He made me feel like he was the only one who would ever want me and to this day I still believe that. In September 28th, 2011, 7 months after we broke up was the day that my life changed.
I was talking to my 15 year old sister (at the time) about my relationship with my ex and how we were going to get back together. She had a hostile look on her face so I asked her what she had against my ex and she wouldn’t answer me. I kept asking her to tell me why she didn’t like him and finally after 10 minuets she told me. I found out that he had been sexually molesting her for the past three years (since she was 12!) …..I was in shock. I couldn’t fathom this ever happening. I ran out the house screaming and crying, I couldn’t cope with what was happening. I called and confronted him but he denied it at first…I couldn’t take it. I immediately started self bashing saying “oh how could you be so fucking stupid” “you’re a horrible person”…That night I tried to commit suicide by OD (I’ve always been suicidal since I was a kid, this was my 5th attempt) I ended up being rushed in an ambulance to the hospital and then I was sent to a mental hospital and put on suicide watch. Those were the darkest days of my life. I felt so empty, guilty, pitiful and irresponsible. I couldn’t think really all I did was self bash the whole time “of course he would cheat on you, just look at you you’re a fucking ugly ass loser” “wow you’re so ugly he went running to your younger sister, you really are a fucking loser”. I would say those things to myself all the time after that. I was heart broken, I couldn’t believe that the one person I decided to put all my trust into after tearing down that big wall I had built to protect myself would hurt me like this and fucked up my life! So from that point on I have been struggling to love myself and build up my self esteem. Some days I can’t even move because I’m so mad at myself because I gave up everything for him, I left college for him, I never worked because he took care of me. I don’t have any friends at all because all the people I hung out with were his friends and I couldn’t talk to them at all after this because it was too painful. I just let my life wither away for a person who…I don’t even know anymore. Now I’m finding it difficult to function by myself. Most days I don’t leave the house except for my morning power walk. I used to be an artist, but I don’t draw anymore because I’m so depressed. I’m trying to love myself while picking up the broken pieces of my heart. Some days I’m really suicidal because I’m thinking about my future and it looks bleak, I’m trying to break the bad habit I have of relying on men to make me feel good about myself but it is difficult because it’s all I’ve ever known. I’ve lost 30 lbs and I still don’t think I am beautiful enough for anybody to ever want to be my friend or love me again. It’s a constant struggle and some days I don’t think I’m going to make it, but I pray and ask god for guidance and he has helped me through this difficult period in my life. I’m becoming a stronger and better person and hopefully I will get over this and finally learn to love myself as unconditionally as I love others. Me and my sister are going through this together since in affected both of our lives, she is my support (along with my mother).
This blog and others have also helped me become a little more confident with my self image. So thank you and remember we all go through hard times, but god loves us and thinks we are all BEAUTIFUL.
Since I was nine, I’ve had breasts. Big ones. I am currently a 34 DDD, and growing.
I catch a lot of shit for how big they are, how other girls would kill to have them, how beautiful they are, how lucky I am… but I don’t think the people that say those things understand the constant pain and humiliation I am in. I have back problems, neck pain, severe headaches, among other things. I don’t know if you can see the extent of the chafing and indents in the pictures (please ignore my shitty tattoo I got when I was 18), but they look a lot worse in person. It’s red and bruised under my boobs, on my shoulders, on my back, and my sides. The pictures that I put up are from wearing my bra for just a few hours. I have to save up money for a whole year to be able to buy a bra that usually costs about $50-75 dollars- something that I can’t afford as a student living off of financial aid.
People want to touch them, they ask if they’re real, random strangers- women and men- come up to me and comment on them.
“Wow girl, you really are boob-a-licious”
“How do you walk straight?”
“Can you put those away?”
“Sorry if I keep looking down, those things are really distracting”
“Why would you want to get them reduced??? They’re awesome!!!”.
I get blamed for showing them off, being a tease, looking like a slut. Do you know how freaking hard it is to buy nice clothes that don’t show some cleavage with boobs this big? Yeah.
It’s something that I’ve hated about myself for years and years and years. I’m getting a lot better, and am really starting to love myself again.. I just want people to understand that this isn’t fun for me. That I didn’t ask for these, so don’t tell me to be “thankful that God blessed me”.
So, just.. think. Okay? Before you start telling a girl how hot she is because of her tits. Or before you say anything, really. Because maybe that’s not what she wants to be remembered for.
I’m the one in the blue pants. Ive always been underweight. I was born with a heart condition and the medicine I take for it decreases my appetite, and I have a naturally fast metabolism. I’ve been a size 0-2 (depending on the store/brand) I still get judged for being so thin. People constantly ask me if I ever eat, they tell me i need to gain weight as if I already didn’t know
In middle school during lunch one day, some one threw a half eaten cheese burger at my table. Then thew a piece of paper that said “learn to eat bitch.” I’ve never been the kind of person that can eat a lot of food in one sitting. I eat as much as I can through out the day. In fact, in middle school, I had to eat something every hour because of medicine and the side effects being dizziness. Long story short, I’ve always been very thin and judged and ridiculed for it.
My best friend is next to me. In elementary and middle school she was always chubby. She was called fat and teased relentlessly. In high school the weight started coming off, she ate healthy and exercised and was on her churches basket ball team. By 10th grade she lost a lot of weight, she was a size 3. With stress in school and other elements she gained weight again. Her wight has always fluctuated but she was always content with her body and people would call her coincided. though she isn’t, shes just confident.
I wish people would just stop body shaming others, I wish everyone was comfortable in their own skin. There is no such thing as ‘the perfect body’
Perfection is a lie.
My name is Jessica, and I can officially and happily say that I am fully recovered from suffering of anorexia for a little bit over two years.
For around 730 days of my life, I hated every bit of me. I hated my skin color, my body, my face, my voice, my hair…. And for what reason? Because a bunch of good for nothings made me feel like I wasn’t worthy to live because I was fat, Black, had a deep voice for a girl, and my hair was natural.
But, for in another 730 days, I realized that I AM worthy of living because of all those things. I pushed away all my self-loathing thoughts away and replaced them with loving praises of myself from my own point of view and others. It took me nearly that amount of time to be comfortable enough to look in the mirror without crying. I jumped on the wagon of self acceptance, love, and happiness of recovery from my anorexia, and even though the road was bump and I fell off a few times, I got right back on and kept going.
I reached the light a month ago, when I had a sudden realization that I am a beautiful human being, no matter what my body size is or the color of my skin. Sticks and stones may break my bones but disgusting, jealous fucks who try to bring me down won’t hurt me ever again.
We’re all beautiful, and we don’t need One Direction to let us know that! Cherish what you have as a person and that you are the only you in the ENTIRE universe! Flaunt your inner self and if people don’t like it, fuck ‘em! You only need you, yourself, and YOU.
I’ve heard stories of ugly ducklings turning into beautiful swans. I’ve heard stories of girls who looked like their mothers blossoming into carbon copies of hereditary. I’ve heard people tell me “You’re pretty…for a fat girl.” I’ve heard people tell me, “You’re pretty…for a dark-skinned girl.” And then, I’ve heard people say nothing at all. I’ve been told to lose weight. I’ve been told to exercise. I’ve been told to shave my legs and my underarms and to get my hair permed and to always sit up straight and to use proper posture. To sit lady-like. To act lady-like. To feed into this standard of beautiful that I don’t even quite understand.
Audre Lorde came to me in a dream. She left me with a quote I would always remember. Subsequent to when I was about to seriously break down in my own skin and body, she left me with this: If I didn’t define myself for myself, I would be crunched into other people’s fantasies for me and eaten alive.
I began defining myself this year. Finding the right words is often hard, and competing with society’s insight as to what beauty is supposed to look like is even harder.
But I’m getting there, and I feel like that’s all that matters.
keep calm, and wear less clothes.