I love when it gets warm outside because I can wear shorts and dresses and jiggle my thighs around, which is one of my favorite feelings.
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.
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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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!
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.
re : the anon who is close to 200 lbs.
in highschool, at my lowest weight and when i was most athletic, i always told myself if i weighed 200 lbs, i would kill myself. i was never depressed or suicidal otherwise, for some reason, i just always thought to myself “if i hit 200, that will be it, i will have to kill myself.” it was 35 lbs away at the time, so i think i supposed i’d never reach it.
then i started taking birth control, i had a severe sports injury that ended my hopes of a competitive athletic future, and i started university. and i packed on that 40 lbs in the space of a little over 3 years.
when the scale first hit the big 200, i had a panic attack. despite being in a loving and committed relationship, i thought no one could ever love a 200 pound girl.
it took me a long time to get over that, and it is something that i still struggle with at times.
now a junior in college, i weigh a happy 207, and i have never been as at peace with my body as i am now. i go to the gym very regularly, i eat a healthy plant based diet, and my weight still barely budges (which is only made apparent when i go to the doctor, because fuck scales, they are worthless). although no one should have to justify their diet or exercise to anyone, i mention it to show that health is possible at every weight.
the pressure to be thin made me consciously want to end my life, despite feeling no depression, or sadness.
there’s nothing wrong with you, at any weight. at 185, at 195, even at 295. your size does not dictate your worth, you do.
Okay, so for a while now I’ve been working on my body image issues. I’ve been on a mission to like myself, take care of myself, and just be happier in general when looking the mirror.
I went shopping today with a friend. I wore a skirt that functions as both comfy and a little sexy. I bought a great pair of shoes I will refer to as my Zeldas because they remind me of 1920s fashion. During this shopping trip my friend and I were discussing various body-related troubles, and I found myself saying, instinctively, “There is one thing about my body I like.”
“That’s great!,” she responded. “You should always have at least one thing you like. What is it?”
“Yeah, I can see that!”
It’s true! I do like my breasts. They’re large Ds, but despite their size they are soft, supple, and firm, they don’t sag far, are pale and pink, and they look really great lifted in a bra.
I’ve also been told by more than one person that they feel great, and look even better when I’m lying down.
It felt really weird to type that, by the way…
Anyway, I should be able to like things about myself without the opinions of others, but I’m not quite that confident yet. So, I’ll say that my feelings are confirmed often. Men love them and compliment them both appropriately and inappropriately (though men tend to love breasts in general, so the relevance there is limited), and even women tend to love them. I’ve been to strip clubs a few times, and I cannot count how many times the dancers have come to me, sat down, and talked about my breasts. They ask if they’re real, they ask to touch them, express jealousy, and so on.
Now, there are down sides to having them. Clothing sometimes doesn’t fit when it should, shirts that don’t appear too low-cut on other women appear so on me because I have so much cleavage I can’t really stop it from showing, and some men think just because my cleavage exists that gives them the right to comment on it.
I mean, I understand they’re very much “there,” and it’s sometimes difficult not to take a look, particularly when I’ve opted for low-cut, but can you not control yourself enough to avoid looking like a deer in headlights? Or shouting really stupid shit like, “Look at them tig ol’ bitties!”
I’d like to kick the man who made that up in the crotch.
There’s also my mother, who thinks that losing weight, and breast size as a result, is a good thing.
What it comes down to is me, though. I found something to like, and that is a huge thing for me. Hopefully there will be a Part 2 to this soon.
i used to be so afraid nothing could save me from myself.
..I long for the day in which we can enjoy runway shoes without being shown young Women forced into emaciation, when ladies don’t feel they need to starve themselves in to a 7 year old frame to be deemed beautiful enough; because until then I can’t appreciate the artwork of fashion whilst being heartbroken by having to watch someone waste away, paraded whilst she’s slowly dying. That is my fault with the fashion industry and I want to see a change.