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RBI focuses on using expressive writing, design-oriented work, photography, media, research, and community input to fuel fat positive, body acceptance, discussion, and outreach. Our goal is to redefine the way we view and think about body image, size, fat, discrimination, health, fitness, wellness, mental/chronic illness, stigma, and other related topics.

We are constantly redefining our own perspectives, and therefore tend to write a lot about our personal experiences. Many followers and contributors are living with anorexia, bulimia, body dysmorphic disorder, depression, and a variety of other body image disorders or mental illnesses, so please be respectful and remember that health applies differently to everyone. Any and all potentially triggering content will be prefaced with a trigger warning.

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curvesappreciationsociety:

standalonespirit:

Offering me salads, fruit salads, veg or sushi, if I refuse, probably like any other person, it’s for a good reason. Not because I’m afraid of healthy food. I am picky as FUCK when it comes to food, and to be frank, my ocd and some standards of food hygiene and preparation I witness mean I wont touch your fucking food with a bargepole. 

These words. These fucking words! I am telling you now, that these words let me understand that you know fuck all about me, or my mother actually, who often hears that phrase from ‘friends’. 

It makes me feel so fucking angry, I feel like kidnapping whoever it is and stuffing them in my fridge, just to prove what beautiful things I put in my body (possibly) unlike them. I hold down three fucking shelves full of fruit/veg in my fridge, I dont HAVE to prove it. But when people say “Oh, is this too healthy for you?”, it makes me feel shackled to their view of me. It fucking stings my fists into hell and animality.

I  should resolve to have some witty remark and be done with staircase wit. When you react it’s an indication of a nerve hit, but when you don’t, no one learns anything.

Urgh, what do you think lovers?

wait, do people actually ask you if it’s too healthy for you?!

seriously, the amount of food shaming i come across on a daily basis (even when it just exists and is not directed towards me) severely pisses me off.