I hate how the phrase ‘have some self respect’ is used to shame women who are comfortable with their sex lives. ‘Have some self respect’? I do respect myself, that’s why I wanna have a fucking orgasm tonight, thank you very much.
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. ♥
I’ve always had problems with my body image when i was younger. I was always the one who was the target for bullying, whether it’d be about my weight, my image, or my weakness to stand up to myself. I was vulnerable. I was weak. Until one day, my mother had seen how badly it had gotten after i had been bullied to the point where i had gotten beat up for it. She had then contacted the school and gotten it taken care of. But my self-esteem was damaged to much for repair. I had to build it back up again. Now I am perfectly fine with myself. I realized that if someone had a problem with the way i am then thats their own problem. I will not change for anyone. I will continue to be myself. I am proud of who I am.
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BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!
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.
It makes me nearly cry every time I see someone so beautiful & they can’t see even one good thing about them. Why can’t they recognize their own beauty? I just want you to see what I see.
You are who you are, and you are beautiful just the way you are,
don’t let a number in a weight scale define your worth. ♥
I will also appreciate the perfection that exists within me, and the perfection of my body.
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