This is me, 6 months ago.
I was probably a size 14 then. This was my new - but incredibly sweet boyfriend. I was worried he wouldn’t really like me that much. That I wouldn’t be good enough, seeing as he was my first real boyfriend. I was afraid I was too fat for him. That I wouldn’t ever be good enough.
My mom use to say ‘If you don’t lose weight, no boy is going to like you.’And that killed me all the time. Thinking that maybe she was right, maybe I will never find someone because I’m too fat to be liked.
6 months later, I’m a size 18, almost 20. I’ve gained weight, and he’s still around. He loves me for me. Not because I’m skinny, or popular, or have lots of money.
Remember that there is going to be someone out there for you who loves you whether you’re a size 2 or a size 30. It does not matter. You are beautiful the way you are. Don’t let anyone, EVER change your mind about that. Let that one person tell you they love you, and think you’re beautiful just the way you are, because it’s true.
I will treat anyone the same, and know that it’s what’s on the inside that counts, not what you look like.
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I modeled for a year and a half. I loved it so much. I got so much criticism, however, for being a “plus sized” model. Through my career, I feel like I forgot along the way what my body gives me. My body allows me to do things that some view as impossible. I have worked hard in order to achieve these things. This photo was one of the last taken of my career. I did a fitness shoot with a local photographer. 2 years before this shot was taken I could barely touch my toes. Measure your body not in pounds or calories or inches, but instead in what it allows you to do. My body allows me to balance on my forearms and put my feet on my head. I am so, so proud of that.
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*shit i wish people would forget about
So, I decided, just for fun, I would take a picture of myself and photoshop it, like they do in magazines.
It was an interesting process, I showed the after picture to my sister and she said she didn’t see much of a difference, but to me, it looked drastically different, and not necessarily in a good way. I’m not sure if that’s reflecting on my photoshop skills, or on my personal body image.
I struggled with my body image for a while, I didn’t like this or that about myself, but recently, I’ve started to accept, and even love the way I look. I like my messy hair, I like the dark circles beneath my eyes, everything. Now, I can happily say that I’m just right as I am.
Always remember what you see in a photo is most likely not real. No one is societies idea of perfect. But everyone is beautiful, because beauty exist in so many different forms.
I always crack up when I see those informercials about some diet pill or something, do you know how easy it is to just suck in your gut and flex? It’s actually easier to look fat when you have abdominal strength. Anyway I took these pictures 2 seconds apart.
Bloody brilliant. I actually watched a video about how they usually take the before and after photos on the same day. It’s mostly photo shop, but also this trick.
so maybe it’s normal to feel fat and ab-less when I relax my tummy after a meal?
whether diet industry models are sucking in or not, they’re most likely not changing anything by popping some pills which are usually full of glucomannan, a soluble fiber. many of these companies have been fined millions by the FTC for scamming people. ”lipozene” sells their *~*magical weight loss*~* fiber pills for $30/month.
So my thighs touch and jiggle when I walk.
So my hips poke over my jeans.
So my boobs don’t stand at attention without a bra on.
So I’ve got stretchmarks on my knees, thighs, butt, hips, belly, boobs, and arms.
So I’ve got jowls.
So I wear a double digit clothing size.
So I’m 19.
So I’m 5’4.
So I’m 180 pounds.
So I don’t give a fuck.
This is my body and it’s beautiful the way it is. ♥
TRIGGER WARNING: SELF HARM
So this is the first time I’ve had the courage to submit. This is my tummy and I’m learning to love it. I started to become insecure about two years ago which led to self harm. I am currently in recovery and haven’t cut in months. I am truly starting to love my body and be thankful for it. So, to all of you out there struggling, you are not alone. You are beautiful. It WILL get better. I promise.
xoxo, Lillie (fairylightsandtea)
Hello! This is my second submission. In the first I talked about being comfortable at my size, and that was true. Sure my family can tell me that it is not good, and I need to drop the pounds (they just wouldn’t go away). So I have accepted my body. However, I still avoided two things, shirts that showed my arms and shorts that were shorter than bremuda length.
This summer I decided to change that. It has been hot, most people in the USA know that. Its one of the hottest summers on record, and the hottest in my area since before I was born. I was dying in my normal attire. So I went out and bought the two things I loathed, and came out with this outfit. And guess what? I freaking love it. I wear it all the time, when I went on vacation in DC, to the grocery store, taking my dog for walks. I have decided that if I want to wear something, I should just do it. I should stop caring about what others think, even if I think it is fantastic. The shorts may be a little short, and occasionally the shirt may show my bra, but I don’t care, because it is 100 freaking degrees outside.
I hope you guys all have a fabulous summer.
YES! Never let your body dictate what you wear. Always wear what ever you want!
This is my body, I’m mostly insecure about my giant thighs. For my entire life I’ve had people tell me to lose weight and to improve my body in they way they wanted me to. I will never forget the time in 6th grade after 2 years of bullying for lots of reasons, including my weight, when a bunch of boys shoved twinkies in my face and told me to “get my fat ass to hell” and I ran in the bathroom and made myself throw up for the first time which started up a vicious bulimic cycle that lasted for 2 years. It took me about a year and a half to go out in public not wearing baggy clothes. The first day I got the confidence to wear short shorts in 7th grade I was shot down again by another group of boys teasing me for an entire hour telling me to cover up my “disgusting legs” and to “wear some pants” and made gagging noises. It took me another 6 months to wear something tight fitting or short again. Now, this year I’ve been shot down multiple times in more subtle ways by a shit load of people, and you know how I responded? I didn’t give one fuck and showed up the next day in something shorter and tighter to say “fuck you I’m fabulous the way I am” and have decided that even though I’m on a diet, I will never be ashamed of my body again.
You should never be ashamed of your body. All that matters is how you feel about it. It should never matter to anyone else.
I’m Kayla and I’m trying to make my eating disorder not part of my life anymore. I’ve been actively recovering for many months now and while weight and eating has been stabilized, I haven’t been able to cast away miserable body image thoughts. Lately, though, I’ve been trying to work on focusing on what my body can do. I’ve been doing a lot of yoga and I took this picture of my Kind Pigeon pose because I’m proud of what I can do. My body has been so good to me, it’s time to get proud and start caring for it back :)
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Hi, I’m Heather!
This is a photo of my best friend and I (I have the fringe, she’s the one with the glasses). This was also the first time we’d ever met, despite knowing each other for two years, because I live in England and she lives 4000 miles away in America.
She is my best friend in the world and I love her loads, but because of the distance I’ve had to find other friends that live in my town. I hung out with a group of girls for around four years, and I thought they were really great people. It’s only recently that I realised how very wrong I was.
See, these girls are the sorts of people that like to put others down, but not in an obvious way. They used to make little comments about everything, from my weight, to my appearance, to my personality – not enough to downright insult me, but enough for me to wonder if what they were saying was true. They would turn it into jokes to get them all laughing at me, and although most of the time I was able to brush it off, it still upset me, to the point which eventually all that chipping away at my self-esteem resulted in me having a nervous breakdown at the beginning of this year. They drove me to believe that I was worthless and strange and disgusting, so much so that I stopped leaving the house and spent days in my room battling with self-hatred.
If it wasn’t for my best friend, I might still be in that mind-set now. But she has been so amazing and she’s done absolute wonders for my self-esteem. She compliments me and makes me laugh and I know she’s always there for me, and she’s helped me to realise that maybe there’s nothing wrong with me after all. I still have bad days, but over all I’m finally starting to believe I’m beautiful. I owe her so much, and she is the kindest, most beautiful person I know.
The moral of this is, don’t let ANYONE tell you that there’s something wrong with you. I’ve now left these girls and I feel so much better. If you can, get away from negative people, whether literally or mentally, because they are poisonous and wrong. Try to find people that will make you feel good about yourself because you deserve it – remember that internet friends count, I met my best friend online! Please never forget that you are BEAUTIFUL, and don’t let anyone convince you otherwise <3
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My name is Sarah, and I’m 24 years old, and I’m fat. I wasn’t ever comfortable in my own body until after high school. When I went off to college, something just changed. I can’t put my finger on it, maybe I was just emotionally maturing, but I started to love my body more and more. Now, three years after college, I can say that I totally love my body. It’s a great feeling not to be ashamed going to the beach and swimming or just going out in public wearing a tank top and shorts. I used to hate my arms and love handles, but now I embrace them and I think I’m pretty damn sexy. Each and every one of you who submits to this blog is a strong and confident individual. Kudos to everyone, you deserve it.
You should never be ashamed of your body no matter what body type you have. Your body is beautiful, strong (no matter if you feel like it or not), never judges you, never tries to punish you no matter what you put it through.
Because it’s the truth. And it should be a life philosophy for all. <3
That in turn makes you beautiful. <3
So I’ve submitted to you guys before, but I think it’s time I do again. Before I continue first I want you all to know… This is a photo of myself. It’s only one photograph. Let me explain. First I took a shower and washed all the product out of my hair, all the make-up off my face. Then I put on a whole bunch of make-up and did my hair, but only on half of my face/head. Which is the left side. Then I took a photo. Both of these are actually the same photograph. Then I opened it in photoshop. I only edited the left side. I fixed my skin. Filled in my eyebrow. Changed my eye color. Readjusted my jaw line. All of the simple edits that would be done to me in a real photoshoot. (which I know for a fact because I am also a model.)
Making this point is extremely important to me. Models in magazines and in photographs online aren’t real. It’s all artistically rendered to be the “perfect” woman. but who says that’s the “perfect” woman? Why can’t the perfect woman be the one who is completely natural and happy with the looks they were born with? I think we need to stop comparing ourselves to these ideals that we can never achieve. Because these images are edited and retouched and done up it’s a look we will never achieve. It’s not real. I think we need to start appreciating what is.
This is a great post.
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