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.

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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.
http://somethington.tumblr.com
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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.

http://somethington.tumblr.com

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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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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.
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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.

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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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So i thought i would talk about age issues.
Why dont you act your age, how old are you, and Jay your 31 years old are comments i hear on a weekly basis. These comments usually come about because i have done or said something a 31 year old is not allowed to say. Apparently when you hit 30 years of age there is a way society expects you to act. And sadly i dont fall into that expectation. So what are these expectations? Well it tends to be your typical nuclear family, husband, wife, two kids, preferably one boy and one girl. You will also have a secure full time job and have a mortgage on your first house. Your wife looking after the kids and keeping the house tidy. This is the along the same lines as what the conservatives want you to be like (see marriage tax break). This ideals are very old fashioned ans havent really evolved even though society has evolved. So why dont i fit into the ideal? I&#8217;m 31 years old, im technically single according to the forms (i have a girlfriend), i have no kids, i work part time, full time University student and i live at home with my mum and step-dad. If you didnt know my age you would think im 19 years old.
Then we have the maturity level of what a 30 year old should be like. When i was 29 myself and four friends were having a pub lunch, my friend had a coffee with two small chocolate pieces to accompany it, he used the first one to stir his coffee, he then got the second one out and started to stir again, i used the opportunity to slap his hand which made him drop the chocolate piece into his coffee, we both found this hilarious, my other friend turned round, looked at me with that disapproving mother look and said &#8220;Jay your nearly 30&#8221;. The issue i had with this was my actions hadn&#8217;t upset anyone, it didnt cause an argument and it achieved a few chuckles, whats the harm in that? Ahhh because i was at the time nearly 30.We are told way to much about how we should act any age not just 30, when it comes down to it act how you want to act, and if it means you are not hurting anyone in the process then why should it matter if you are 30 acting 19? We are individuals do hat you want to do. I will continue to put dice in peoples tea, i will continue to hide one shoe, i will always swap peoples pictures over, because thats me, and thats why you love me.
Feel free to visit my tumblr page www.jayyylord.tumblr.com
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So i thought i would talk about age issues.

Why dont you act your age, how old are you, and Jay your 31 years old are comments i hear on a weekly basis. These comments usually come about because i have done or said something a 31 year old is not allowed to say. Apparently when you hit 30 years of age there is a way society expects you to act. And sadly i dont fall into that expectation. So what are these expectations? Well it tends to be your typical nuclear family, husband, wife, two kids, preferably one boy and one girl. You will also have a secure full time job and have a mortgage on your first house. Your wife looking after the kids and keeping the house tidy. This is the along the same lines as what the conservatives want you to be like (see marriage tax break). This ideals are very old fashioned ans havent really evolved even though society has evolved. So why dont i fit into the ideal? I’m 31 years old, im technically single according to the forms (i have a girlfriend), i have no kids, i work part time, full time University student and i live at home with my mum and step-dad. If you didnt know my age you would think im 19 years old.

Then we have the maturity level of what a 30 year old should be like. When i was 29 myself and four friends were having a pub lunch, my friend had a coffee with two small chocolate pieces to accompany it, he used the first one to stir his coffee, he then got the second one out and started to stir again, i used the opportunity to slap his hand which made him drop the chocolate piece into his coffee, we both found this hilarious, my other friend turned round, looked at me with that disapproving mother look and said “Jay your nearly 30”. The issue i had with this was my actions hadn’t upset anyone, it didnt cause an argument and it achieved a few chuckles, whats the harm in that? Ahhh because i was at the time nearly 30.We are told way to much about how we should act any age not just 30, when it comes down to it act how you want to act, and if it means you are not hurting anyone in the process then why should it matter if you are 30 acting 19? We are individuals do hat you want to do. I will continue to put dice in peoples tea, i will continue to hide one shoe, i will always swap peoples pictures over, because thats me, and thats why you love me.

Feel free to visit my tumblr page www.jayyylord.tumblr.com

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I can finally say I am comfortable with my body. I finally stopped listening to what people said about me. I truly love my body, every stretch mark, every piece of me. 
I haven’t always loved my body. But after giving birth two times (ages 6 &amp; 3 1/2) I have come to realized my body is something to be treasured and loved. That I didn’t have to be uncomfortable in my body. That I can be happy and stop caring what someone who shouldn’t judging others in the first place saying. 
And seeing all the post on here have giving me the courage. Thank you and you are all beautiful. Don’t ever let anyone take that away from you.
So here is me.. All of me.. And with my new haircut people tried shying me from cause of my weight. I say I am happy and don’t care what anyone thinks of my hair, weight, ect. 
Remember we are all beautiful &lt;3
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I can finally say I am comfortable with my body. I finally stopped listening to what people said about me. I truly love my body, every stretch mark, every piece of me. 

I haven’t always loved my body. But after giving birth two times (ages 6 & 3 1/2) I have come to realized my body is something to be treasured and loved. That I didn’t have to be uncomfortable in my body. That I can be happy and stop caring what someone who shouldn’t judging others in the first place saying. 

And seeing all the post on here have giving me the courage. Thank you and you are all beautiful. Don’t ever let anyone take that away from you.

So here is me.. All of me.. And with my new haircut people tried shying me from cause of my weight. I say I am happy and don’t care what anyone thinks of my hair, weight, ect. 

Remember we are all beautiful <3

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TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER / NEGATIVE BODY IMAGE / SELF HARM
It’s been maybe 3-4 months since I started recovering from my anorexia. I never had a problem with my body, in fact, I loved my body. I started taking birth control and saw that I gained a little weight on it (I weighed 110 at this point, I was only 4’10). I felt a little down so I decided to eat healthier. Unfortunately, eating a salad once a day didnt change much. Shortly I realized that I could drop those pounds quickly unless I drastically changed my calorie intake. For months upon months I would eat 0-500 calories a day plus exercise. I started seeing results but still was not satisfied. I soon lost my period, got bruised everywhere, and my hair started to fall out. Badly. I passed out all of the time and all of this led to me to isolation and depression. I was mean, I never went out anywhere, and I was crazy if I was around food. I began to purge at that point, and I would take about 10 laxatives every day. I destroyed my intestines and now using the bathroom is a struggle. I dropped down to 89 lbs and decided I wanted to try to stop. Of course, I relapsed about a week in and purged, but I was determined. I raised my calorie intake up to a recovering number (what a nightmare that was), and exercised only for a short time a day. I am now back up to a healthy weight and still gaining. My hair has stopped falling out and my period came back. Sure, I’m obviously a lot larger than I was a few months ago, but I feel a million times better. This is a recent photo of me enjoying my curves :)
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TRIGGER WARNING: EATING DISORDER / NEGATIVE BODY IMAGE / SELF HARM

It’s been maybe 3-4 months since I started recovering from my anorexia. I never had a problem with my body, in fact, I loved my body. I started taking birth control and saw that I gained a little weight on it (I weighed 110 at this point, I was only 4’10). I felt a little down so I decided to eat healthier. Unfortunately, eating a salad once a day didnt change much. Shortly I realized that I could drop those pounds quickly unless I drastically changed my calorie intake. For months upon months I would eat 0-500 calories a day plus exercise. I started seeing results but still was not satisfied. I soon lost my period, got bruised everywhere, and my hair started to fall out. Badly. I passed out all of the time and all of this led to me to isolation and depression. I was mean, I never went out anywhere, and I was crazy if I was around food. I began to purge at that point, and I would take about 10 laxatives every day. I destroyed my intestines and now using the bathroom is a struggle. I dropped down to 89 lbs and decided I wanted to try to stop. Of course, I relapsed about a week in and purged, but I was determined. I raised my calorie intake up to a recovering number (what a nightmare that was), and exercised only for a short time a day. I am now back up to a healthy weight and still gaining. My hair has stopped falling out and my period came back. Sure, I’m obviously a lot larger than I was a few months ago, but I feel a million times better. This is a recent photo of me enjoying my curves :)

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