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I was always told that when you are fat you must wear solid colors and they can not be to loud. Well I decided that it was time to break that code. I love my body and I want to show everyone how wonderful it is.
Look, I discovered that I have stretch marks on my inner thighs, and a new eczema spot next to where my pinky finger is. Hello there! Stretch marks look cool and eczema be damned!
These are what my inner thigh stripes look like also :)
Hi! I’m Zoey, and I’m 16. I’m the girl in this photo :)
It’s taken me ages to come to terms with my body. I’ve hated it so much, and struggled with eating disorders of many types. I’ve also struggled with self-harm and depression. But I’m starting to get better, and starting to realize that I’m beautiful just the way I am.
Part of it is finding trendy clothes that fit, like this dress! I’m kinda in love with “plus size” stores because they have amazing clothes that ACTUALLY are made to fit us bigger girls, and have styles that look good on us.
I had an amazing time at my TOLO dance this year, with my great date. It was so much fun, and I loved it, and the way I looked that night. First time I’ve felt that way in a long time, and I’m so happy to be getting to this point.
Hi my name is James and I am gender queer. Like so many, I was told that being fat was wrong and bad. That I was disgusting. I tried so hard to be what they wanted, which was thinner. Because of places and blogs like this, I learned to love myself. I learned, I was beautiful and that me being fat was not disgusting. What was disgusting was how my family or some of them handled it towards me. I want everyone to know you are not alone and there are people out there like you. You are loved and you are not disgusting. But you are beautiful.<3
I found this blog at the beginning of the semester, through a link at xojane, and it really really hit home. I realized that I need to make a concerted effort to work on loving myself (even though society tells me not to)- not through diet and exercise and self flagellation, but through acceptance. This project was an attempt at that. I researched fertility figures, and the ones that I liked best were the ones with round hips and large heavy breasts. The ones that resembled me. It reminds me that this obsession with size 0 is a recent trend. There have been times throughout history where we have been revered as the standard of beauty. So not only is this figure a reach into the past, but it is also a self portrait.
She has two faces, one forward and one back- and when I have some time, I will be setting a stone on either side- a moonstone for the Maiden aspect and a Labradorite for the Crone.
Thank you for giving me the courage to explore this. I still have some really bad, triggering days, but I hope that my new totem can help me remember that the clamoring of the media is not the truth of the world. I am a fat woman and that is ok.
I started growing my armpit hair a few months ago and I have fallen in love with it. I never realised how happy it was going to make me!
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// SHOW YOUR FUZZY LOVE! //
I went through a dark period in my life where depression knocked me right off my feet. I ended up being hospitalized at a mental health facility for 9 days. I got discharged and was doing better, but I kept falling into the pit of depression and going back to the hospital. Throughout this process I was using not only self injury but food as a coping skill to deal with my unhelpful thoughts and feelings. I gained a lot of weight in the past year. Starting last summer I began to completely hate my body. I would have panic attacks if I looked in the mirror too long because I couldn’t stand the skin I was in. Never in a million years would I have dreamed of submitting a photo like this. But I have found blogs like this and I am working as hard as I can to love myself, and it is paying off. I can now proudly say that I love my belly, my stretch marks, my thighs, my lack of collarbones, my arms, my scars, and everything in between. This is my body, and I am not ashamed. ♥ http://s-ecular.tumblr.com
I am naturally a very hairy woman. I don’t have PCOS or anything like that - it’s because of my Italian heritage. After years of ridicule, feeling embarrassed, enduring painful removal, hiding it, and despising the whole situation, I finally came to fully embrace it and haven’t removed it in about three years. I am a model and performance artist, and I have always had an underlying desire to love my fuzzies, but felt unsure for many years if I could handle the negative attention that would undoubtedly come with it. Since learning to love and accept it fully, I have realized that it is soooo worth it. The positive far outweighs the negative. Many new and exciting opportunities have come my way as a direct result of being myself and embracing my body hair. Love perpetuates love. I encourage everyone everywhere to practice self love and acceptance deeply and fully as often as possible! We are all worthy of love and acceptance. I love blogs like this that are actively spreading this very important message. Thank you so much!
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Thank you for sharing your story with us. I think you are an absolutely gorgeous human being, and I am really envious of your fuzzies.
all these years now of pretending i wasn’t real, not embracing the physical; to now understand what exactly is real. what i feel is real, what i know is real, and even more that love is real.
sometimes i wish i saw this sooner, sometime sooner then now.
i used to be so afraid nothing could save me from myself.
I have bought these skeleton tights on ebay to go with some Gothic Lolita or creepy cute outfit. I totally love how my legs look in tights and they are obviously needed during winter if you want to wear a skirt!
The reason I am submitting though, is that people have been bothering me about the size of my thighs. I have received lots of hate when wearing short skirts, so I just kept hiding them in sweatpants… I have also had several periods in my life where I compulsively worked-out and starved myself to make sure to fit into the beauty standards.
My own mother has even asked me ‘Shouldn’t you get breast implants? because your chest looks ridiculous with a butt like that.’ What if I don’t WANT them, I am already super happy to actually have breasts, (as a trans* person ;) ) why do people still bring me down like this?!
I don’t want to hide anymore, I am not less of a human because I have more fat on my thighs than I have on my chest… I don’t need a ‘thigh gap’ to be happy or beautiful. Neither does any other person. A few extra pounds can actually be better and healthier and I just wish people saw that.
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i dont usually like my body because i always thought of it as unproportionate and my boobs were thought of as funny looking but i am finally feeling good about myself enough to take nudes and feel good looking at them, so i decided to share :)
Hello, my lovelies.~ I am posting here today because I thought I might share my story with you. My entire life I’ve been ridiculed about something or another, i.e. my weight, my glasses, my voice, and so on. It became crippling to the point where I felt as if the world would be better off without me, and I know many other people feel this way. But you know what? I found tumblr, and in so doing I found others like me, and learned what true beauty is. Beauty isn’t the clothes you wear, the hairstyle you have, or the number on a scale, it’s what lies beneath your rib cage. Please take my word for it, you’re so incredibly beautiful, and you deserve happiness. Never let anyone put you down, because you are worth it, and you are amazing inside and out. Don’t forget it!~ If any of you lovely people should ever need a helping hand or a sympathetic ear, I’m here 24/7. I love you all.
Its taken me along time to start loving my body, i’ve made great strides over the past few months. So I think I should share it with the world :]