Our mission: to love ourselves, every last inch! To support others, help build positive self esteem! This is The Body Peace Revolution!

This is a place of encouragement, a place to talk about body image, a place for feeling beautiful. No matter what you look like, what color, what gender, what size or however many "flaws", healthy, not healthy, working on it, 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: Bullying, mental/emotional abuse.
Hello! My name’s Brittany. I’m 24, from northeastern Pennsylvania, and this blog changed my life.
To start, I grew up in a very toxic household full of emotional and mental abuse that I got from both of my parents and my considerably thinner half-sister. Sometimes my sister would take her lipstick and write things like “fat whore” and “cow” on my bedroom mirror, then my parents would defend her by saying things like, “well, she wouldn’t do those things if you were skinny!”
I found out about Tumblr about two years ago, which lead me to find this amazing blog and to me educating myself on body positivity, fat positivity, and self-love. I don’t know where I would be now if I never found this place and the brilliant people on it. All of your stories, experiences, and positivity helped me stop wishing I were someone else… because I never want to be anyone else.
Because of this blog, and the support from some amazing friends, I’ve had the courage to stand up to my family, even if they still don’t accept my confidence and self-love. Not only that, but I’m over-the-moon happy with myself and my size 24 body— the rolls, the stretchmarks, the battle scars, and everything else that makes my body uniquely me!
Thank you, SHYB! 
Oh, and I’m always looking for new friends, too! If you’d like to chat, feel free to inbox me and we’ll go for RIta’s Italian Ice together!
x
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TW: Bullying, mental/emotional abuse.

Hello! My name’s Brittany. I’m 24, from northeastern Pennsylvania, and this blog changed my life.

To start, I grew up in a very toxic household full of emotional and mental abuse that I got from both of my parents and my considerably thinner half-sister. Sometimes my sister would take her lipstick and write things like “fat whore” and “cow” on my bedroom mirror, then my parents would defend her by saying things like, “well, she wouldn’t do those things if you were skinny!”

I found out about Tumblr about two years ago, which lead me to find this amazing blog and to me educating myself on body positivity, fat positivity, and self-love. I don’t know where I would be now if I never found this place and the brilliant people on it. All of your stories, experiences, and positivity helped me stop wishing I were someone else… because I never want to be anyone else.

Because of this blog, and the support from some amazing friends, I’ve had the courage to stand up to my family, even if they still don’t accept my confidence and self-love. Not only that, but I’m over-the-moon happy with myself and my size 24 body— the rolls, the stretchmarks, the battle scars, and everything else that makes my body uniquely me!

Thank you, SHYB! 

Oh, and I’m always looking for new friends, too! If you’d like to chat, feel free to inbox me and we’ll go for RIta’s Italian Ice together!

x

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I’m so sick of the word “flattering.” Dress for your shape? More like dress for yourSELF. <3

Shannon. Size 28, business casual.

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I’m so sick of the word “flattering.” Dress for your shape? More like dress for yourSELF. <3
Shannon. Size 28, business casual.
Visit my blog here!
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(I posted here a couple of years ago, when I was in the depths of my eating disorder and beginning to slowly crawl my way out of that hell, today I am posting as someone who considers themself healed and well. It is wonderful. Never lose faith.)
For years I have spent so much energy and time hating my body. Through therapy, self-compassion and an eating disorder support group I have finally healed.
A few weeks ago I jumped on my turbo trainer (my bicycle hooked up to a stationary trainer). I hit the 30 minute or so mark and looked down at my legs as I stood up. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I literally became overwhelmed with this insane feeling that I couldn’t describe. I just kept looking at them, marvelling them, taking them in. Then it dawned on me. I was looking at my legs with genuine pride and happiness, I was looking at my legs and admiring them. I was looking at my legs and it suddenly hit me, I was looking at them with love. I love my legs. Right there in that moment, looking down at my thighs pumping away on those pedals I realised how much I adore my legs.
They are nowhere near as toned or fit as they were when I was regularly cycling, but that doesn’t matter. They are not as thin as they were two years ago, but that doesn’t matter. Right now. How they are. Right in this moment. I love them. And after taking some sweaty selfies in the mirror I can honestly say, that whilst there might be a bit of extra fluff around my midriff, whilst in these tight shorts I have love handles and perhaps my arms could do with a little toning. Despite all of that, I still love my body. Right now. As it is. No exceptions.
That night I concluded that it was moments like that which make recovery so damn worth it. Not to look down at my legs, see imperfections and want to bully them into a different shape. But to look down at my legs and literally tell them, out loud, that I love them.
Today, a few weeks later I decided to jump on the scales for the first time in about 6 months. Partly because I was feeling out of touch with my body, disconnected. Looking in the mirror it feels like a bit of an illusion at times. Some days I think I am ok, some days I look and feel like I am taking up SO much space. But most days I let those feelings go, tell my body I love it and go about my day because let’s be honest, it really doesn’t matter what it looks like.
I was nervous before stepping on the scales, I can’t believe I used to put myself through that every.damn.single.morning. I was convinced over the winter/Christmas/exam period I had put on a considerable amount of weight.
The last 6 months I have eaten what I want, when I want. I have by no means followed a meal plan or a specific diet. I spent 2-3 months almost completely sedentary because of university work. I’ve done exercise when I wanted to and not forced myself to do it for aesthetic reasons. It’s purely been for mood, energy and general feelings of wellness. Plus a break from uni work. I’ve eaten pizza, takeaways, roast dinners, cakes, salads, wholesome meals and I have gained a whopping ~3lbs.
I’ve noticed by body composition has changed. Yes I used to range between two sizes and now I am always in the top of those two. Yes I am a little bit fluffy, the muscles my body built through cycling have been hidden. But you know what? That is ok! When I look back over the last few months, not caring about my weight, listening to my body and eating and exercising as much or as little as I want has allowed me to pass my degree, develop emotionally and go through a whole lot of stuff in therapy. And ironically, the moment I stopped trying to maintain or control my weight and started living and listening to my body, it started doing it itself. Yes I have gained a couple of lbs but seriously? In my book that is maintaining. I could jump on the scales again tomorrow and it could increase or decrease by 2lbs. That’s fluctuation.
It’s times like these that I am SO glad I trust my body and know that I don’t need to manipulate or control it in order to live a wholesome life and develop in so many ways. I am SO glad that I am not fixated or obsessed on changing my body in huge ways.
I can accept my body as it is, maybe one day I’ll want to change it, and yes I am excited for how my body might feel after lots of cycling but that will be a side effect of doing something I love.
I don’t want to change a single thing about my beautifully imperfect body - you know how big and how awesome that is? To not wake up thinking about how my body is going to look one day? But actually appreciating how it looks today? How it functions today? What it does for me and what it helps me do? 
It’s bloody wonderful.
Tam - learning&#8212;to-live&#8212;again.tumblr.com
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(I posted here a couple of years ago, when I was in the depths of my eating disorder and beginning to slowly crawl my way out of that hell, today I am posting as someone who considers themself healed and well. It is wonderful. Never lose faith.)

For years I have spent so much energy and time hating my body. Through therapy, self-compassion and an eating disorder support group I have finally healed.

A few weeks ago I jumped on my turbo trainer (my bicycle hooked up to a stationary trainer). I hit the 30 minute or so mark and looked down at my legs as I stood up. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I literally became overwhelmed with this insane feeling that I couldn’t describe. I just kept looking at them, marvelling them, taking them in. Then it dawned on me. I was looking at my legs with genuine pride and happiness, I was looking at my legs and admiring them. I was looking at my legs and it suddenly hit me, I was looking at them with love. I love my legs. Right there in that moment, looking down at my thighs pumping away on those pedals I realised how much I adore my legs.

They are nowhere near as toned or fit as they were when I was regularly cycling, but that doesn’t matter. They are not as thin as they were two years ago, but that doesn’t matter. Right now. How they are. Right in this moment. I love them. And after taking some sweaty selfies in the mirror I can honestly say, that whilst there might be a bit of extra fluff around my midriff, whilst in these tight shorts I have love handles and perhaps my arms could do with a little toning. Despite all of that, I still love my body. Right now. As it is. No exceptions.

That night I concluded that it was moments like that which make recovery so damn worth it. Not to look down at my legs, see imperfections and want to bully them into a different shape. But to look down at my legs and literally tell them, out loud, that I love them.

Today, a few weeks later I decided to jump on the scales for the first time in about 6 months. Partly because I was feeling out of touch with my body, disconnected. Looking in the mirror it feels like a bit of an illusion at times. Some days I think I am ok, some days I look and feel like I am taking up SO much space. But most days I let those feelings go, tell my body I love it and go about my day because let’s be honest, it really doesn’t matter what it looks like.

I was nervous before stepping on the scales, I can’t believe I used to put myself through that every.damn.single.morning. I was convinced over the winter/Christmas/exam period I had put on a considerable amount of weight.

The last 6 months I have eaten what I want, when I want. I have by no means followed a meal plan or a specific diet. I spent 2-3 months almost completely sedentary because of university work. I’ve done exercise when I wanted to and not forced myself to do it for aesthetic reasons. It’s purely been for mood, energy and general feelings of wellness. Plus a break from uni work. I’ve eaten pizza, takeaways, roast dinners, cakes, salads, wholesome meals and I have gained a whopping ~3lbs.

I’ve noticed by body composition has changed. Yes I used to range between two sizes and now I am always in the top of those two. Yes I am a little bit fluffy, the muscles my body built through cycling have been hidden. But you know what? That is ok! When I look back over the last few months, not caring about my weight, listening to my body and eating and exercising as much or as little as I want has allowed me to pass my degree, develop emotionally and go through a whole lot of stuff in therapy. And ironically, the moment I stopped trying to maintain or control my weight and started living and listening to my body, it started doing it itself. Yes I have gained a couple of lbs but seriously? In my book that is maintaining. I could jump on the scales again tomorrow and it could increase or decrease by 2lbs. That’s fluctuation.

It’s times like these that I am SO glad I trust my body and know that I don’t need to manipulate or control it in order to live a wholesome life and develop in so many ways. I am SO glad that I am not fixated or obsessed on changing my body in huge ways.

I can accept my body as it is, maybe one day I’ll want to change it, and yes I am excited for how my body might feel after lots of cycling but that will be a side effect of doing something I love.

I don’t want to change a single thing about my beautifully imperfect body - you know how big and how awesome that is? To not wake up thinking about how my body is going to look one day? But actually appreciating how it looks today? How it functions today? What it does for me and what it helps me do?

It’s bloody wonderful.

Tam - learning—to-live—again.tumblr.com

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Potentially nsfw:
This, is an image that even weeks ago, I wouldn’t have dreamt of sending to a partner, let alone submitting to a blog online. I used to dislike the fact that gravity worked entirely against me and that I had rolls on my back so much that I’d not get changed around absolutely anyone and I’d make sure I thought nobody could see anything that resembled rolls or lumps and now, I’ve accepted entirely what my body looks like and I love it.
I hope other women of my size fall in love with their bodies as much as I have. And if anybody wants to see more of how in love with my body I really am, check.out my blog: jigglynudes.tumblr.com OR jigglybeth.tumblr.com and drop me a line if you want to talk :)
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Potentially nsfw:

This, is an image that even weeks ago, I wouldn’t have dreamt of sending to a partner, let alone submitting to a blog online. I used to dislike the fact that gravity worked entirely against me and that I had rolls on my back so much that I’d not get changed around absolutely anyone and I’d make sure I thought nobody could see anything that resembled rolls or lumps and now, I’ve accepted entirely what my body looks like and I love it.

I hope other women of my size fall in love with their bodies as much as I have. And if anybody wants to see more of how in love with my body I really am, check.out my blog: jigglynudes.tumblr.com OR jigglybeth.tumblr.com and drop me a line if you want to talk :)

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I was a bit apprehensive to submit this at first. But I figured &#8216;why not?&#8217;. I&#8217;m finally becoming comfortable and even starting to love my own body and I&#8217;ll be damned if I don&#8217;t start to show it. It&#8217;s been a long and difficult process to accept my self over these past few years but I&#8217;m glad I&#8217;m finally learning to. &lt;3 BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

I was a bit apprehensive to submit this at first. But I figured ‘why not?’. I’m finally becoming comfortable and even starting to love my own body and I’ll be damned if I don’t start to show it.
It’s been a long and difficult process to accept my self over these past few years but I’m glad I’m finally learning to. <3 
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My second submission because I thought of more to say&#8230;
I absolutely hate certain things about me. I hate my ears, because they stick out way too much and I think it&#8217;s unattractive. I cover them with my hair almost constantly. I have this one bottom tooth that isn&#8217;t in line with my other teeth, and it really bothers me. My bust is small. I break out really badly sometimes. My hair is frizzy and dry. I think my eyes are too small for my face. I have a fat roll when I sit down. My thighs rub together when I walk. I think my nose is weird.
But you know what? It&#8217;s who I am. My ears help me hear, and I&#8217;m thankful for that. My teeth allow me to eat, and I&#8217;m thankful for that. My bust doesn&#8217;t have to be big for me to be attractive. Acne can be covered, it&#8217;s a natural part of life, and it&#8217;ll go away eventually. My hair can be really pretty when I take proper care of it. My eyes are a lovely color (I think, anyway) and I can see perfectly. I&#8217;m pretty sure everyone has a bit of a roll when they sit. So what if I don&#8217;t have a thigh gap? And noses are just kind of weird in general ;P
Although there are aspects of myself that I wish were different, I&#8217;m starting to accept my body for what it is. I need to take the best care of it that I can, because it&#8217;s the only one I&#8217;ll ever have.
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My second submission because I thought of more to say…

I absolutely hate certain things about me. I hate my ears, because they stick out way too much and I think it’s unattractive. I cover them with my hair almost constantly. I have this one bottom tooth that isn’t in line with my other teeth, and it really bothers me. My bust is small. I break out really badly sometimes. My hair is frizzy and dry. I think my eyes are too small for my face. I have a fat roll when I sit down. My thighs rub together when I walk. I think my nose is weird.

But you know what? It’s who I am. My ears help me hear, and I’m thankful for that. My teeth allow me to eat, and I’m thankful for that. My bust doesn’t have to be big for me to be attractive. Acne can be covered, it’s a natural part of life, and it’ll go away eventually. My hair can be really pretty when I take proper care of it. My eyes are a lovely color (I think, anyway) and I can see perfectly. I’m pretty sure everyone has a bit of a roll when they sit. So what if I don’t have a thigh gap? And noses are just kind of weird in general ;P

Although there are aspects of myself that I wish were different, I’m starting to accept my body for what it is. I need to take the best care of it that I can, because it’s the only one I’ll ever have.

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All last year, I struggled with my body image. I thought my stomach was too chubby, my arms too weak, my thighs to large, and my calves too weird looking. They were the one thing I was afraid to go outside for. I didn&#8217;t want anyone to see the bottom part of my legs. When I wore shorts it was inevitable, and when I wore pants I was more comfortable, but still thought everyone was looking at me. I occasionally noticed people glaring at me, and I thought it was because of the way I looked. I made myself sick. After a year, I am recovering with help from all around me (including this blog). I have also learned to love what I have. I can change at any time if I feel the need to, but right now, I am happy. I am still recovering from self hate and self harm (almost 7 months clean), but seeing all the people on this blog really inspired me to get better. I want to thank those who run this blog and those who submit and everyone who follows. Never be afraid.

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All last year, I struggled with my body image. I thought my stomach was too chubby, my arms too weak, my thighs to large, and my calves too weird looking. They were the one thing I was afraid to go outside for. I didn’t want anyone to see the bottom part of my legs. When I wore shorts it was inevitable, and when I wore pants I was more comfortable, but still thought everyone was looking at me. I occasionally noticed people glaring at me, and I thought it was because of the way I looked. I made myself sick. After a year, I am recovering with help from all around me (including this blog). I have also learned to love what I have. I can change at any time if I feel the need to, but right now, I am happy. I am still recovering from self hate and self harm (almost 7 months clean), but seeing all the people on this blog really inspired me to get better. I want to thank those who run this blog and those who submit and everyone who follows. Never be afraid.

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Hello everyone!
I’m not a native speaker so please be nice and if I’m doing mistakes tell me, always is good to learn.
I’ve been following this blog for two months. I found it because I was searching for girls who feel insecure like me and reading everything you post here is amazing.
Finally I’m brave enough to write something myself, I created this account just for doing it. I’m going to tell you, feel insecure when everybody around you think that you are self-confident is not easy.
I don’t like to talk about myself but sometimes I need that someone hears me. I would like it to be here because girls who read and post in this blog are really nice, beautiful and brave.
My insecurities began when I was 10, I’m curvy and beacuse of that people used to tell me that I should control my weigth because I was too young for being fat. When I grow up I got my bras, and they grew a lot, so I got stretch marks that really anoyed me. Then stretch marks appear in a lot of parts of my body - Like boobs, hips and legs - I felt terrible.
Never had a boyfriend even when some boys where really nice and I like them. I was really insecure and even if they had things for me I denied it all and thought that nobody could love me because of my body.
Reading this girl’s experiences makes me feel stronger, better, like I can rule the world. Because I don’t have to be skinny, fat, black, white, tall or short for being a good person. I’m beautiful I know it, the stretch marks don’t make me ugly, they are just part of me.
Sometimes it’s hard to accept yourself but when you do it and love yorself as well, the feeling is just amazing. Tell every girl you know that she is beautiful everytime you can. That’s something that we need sometimes.
Now, everyday I look at myself in the mirror and give myself a smile because that’s how good things starts. Maybe sometimes I look at my body and feel wrong, but then I think about how other really good things I have are so beautiful that in fact nothing in myself is wrong.
I hope I’m brave enough to take a picture of myself next time. Love you girls, thanks for everything!
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Hello everyone!

I’m not a native speaker so please be nice and if I’m doing mistakes tell me, always is good to learn.

I’ve been following this blog for two months. I found it because I was searching for girls who feel insecure like me and reading everything you post here is amazing.

Finally I’m brave enough to write something myself, I created this account just for doing it. I’m going to tell you, feel insecure when everybody around you think that you are self-confident is not easy.

I don’t like to talk about myself but sometimes I need that someone hears me. I would like it to be here because girls who read and post in this blog are really nice, beautiful and brave.

My insecurities began when I was 10, I’m curvy and beacuse of that people used to tell me that I should control my weigth because I was too young for being fat. When I grow up I got my bras, and they grew a lot, so I got stretch marks that really anoyed me. Then stretch marks appear in a lot of parts of my body - Like boobs, hips and legs - I felt terrible.

Never had a boyfriend even when some boys where really nice and I like them. I was really insecure and even if they had things for me I denied it all and thought that nobody could love me because of my body.

Reading this girl’s experiences makes me feel stronger, better, like I can rule the world. Because I don’t have to be skinny, fat, black, white, tall or short for being a good person. I’m beautiful I know it, the stretch marks don’t make me ugly, they are just part of me.

Sometimes it’s hard to accept yourself but when you do it and love yorself as well, the feeling is just amazing. Tell every girl you know that she is beautiful everytime you can. That’s something that we need sometimes.

Now, everyday I look at myself in the mirror and give myself a smile because that’s how good things starts. Maybe sometimes I look at my body and feel wrong, but then I think about how other really good things I have are so beautiful that in fact nothing in myself is wrong.

I hope I’m brave enough to take a picture of myself next time. Love you girls, thanks for everything!

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