WHAT WE'RE ABOUT

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.

RBI supports all races, genders, classes, and sizes. We try our best to make this a safe space for everyone. If we are not doing our job or checking our privilege, we invite you to please inform us.

Some of the artwork you see here has been created by our founder or moderators, some sourced when applicable. Please be kind enough to source this blog whenever you share it's content.

We are not health professionals. Any and all advice provided on this blog is supported only by our own research, studies, and personal experiences; nothing more.

This blog is part of the Safe Space Network.

Self love photo shoots are necessary.

white-trash-cunt:

for Kyle Hood’s The People Project.

fatcatsandcurls:

fatcatsandcurls:

felt like loving on my tum tonight

i love how when you’re fat, the chub covers up bits that are already covered by clothing but your fat makes it look like you’re naked and if anyone was wondering why exactly fat is sexy, that is why

Tummy Tuesday

samberrilicious:

accio-cheesefries:

I get a lot of anons saying I should lose weight.

Well,

my tummy’s happy being chubby, and so am I. 

Can I hug your tummy? Omg

This is…the greatest thing.

Tonight I spent quality time with my tummy, thick thighs, stretch marks, blemishes, scars and side rolls - all the bits of my body I’ve had a hard time embracing. I lounged in bed with my t-shirt hitched up above my belly. I stared at myself naked and studied myself from various angles. I moved my body in ways that made me happy. I stretched and flexed until my muscles ached. It helps to pay attention and listen to how my body feels.

hyperopiacheart:

My mother just poked my tummy and told me to hold it in with a disdainful tone.

I explained to her that it was my tummy and I could wear it however I damn well pleased.

TUMMY POWER!

That’s my bebe.

^