I shouldn’t have to scream “I LOVE MY BODY” every time I leave my house in order for other people to find it acceptable.
The respect that others give me and my body should not depend on the ever-changing status of my self-image. Loving myself isn’t always easy, and it sure as hell doesn’t help when people act like the only way for others to find me attractive is if I feel great about how I look 100% of the time.
wassupbrooo asked: hello, i just read the last few posts/reblogs about the guy who got his gf to work out and it led to my wondering: when is it is considered derailing and when is it actually hearing both sides of the story? because i have been in many situations where problems could have been avoided had both sides been heard from the beginning, which led to my belief that both sides should always be heard. that post just got me thinking is all. thank you for your time :]
I don’t think anyone should be given the benefit of a doubt if they are telling other people what to do with their bodies. Why? Here’s some statistics that make me less inclined to care about some dudebro’s feelings:
I understand that there is a tiny chance that I could have misunderstood that exchange, but I am perfectly happy risking that (unnamed, anonymous) guy’s hurt feelings to make people aware that behavior like that is unacceptable.
There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be healthy or fit. In fact, it’s great!
There’s something wrong (everything wrong, really) with someone telling someone else what they should do with their body. Everybody knows that thinspo blogs are unhealthy, but I’m starting to really dislike fitspo blogs too because of this kind of shit. You don’t get to tell other people to lose weight. First of all, you can gather virtually nothing about a person’s general health by looking at them, and even if you could, someone else’s health is none of your goddamned business unless you’re their doctor.
Even if that overweight person that you’re telling to lose weight is unhealthy (and there’s no way to tell just by looking), IT’S NOT YOUR BUSINESS. I don’t care how unhealthy someone actually is, it isn’t your place to tell them or encourage them or hint for them to lose weight.
You aren’t a better person because you’re fit. You aren’t contributing positively to society any more than an unhealthy person who doesn’t by working out daily. There are more important things out there than obsessing about what you put into your body and guilting yourself into exercising.
So please, go ahead and be fit. Eat well. OR DON’T. I don’t honestly care either way, and neither should anybody else.
Anonymous asked: I weigh almost 300 lbs. Are you going to say my body is beautiful? I'd give anything to drop 100 lbs.
Yes. Yes I am. <3 <3 <3 The only reason anybody should try to lose (or gain) weight is if their weight is directly causing a health problem as shown through a serious conversation with their health provider. But even then, it doesn’t make them any less beautiful. You are beautiful, it’s society that’s ugly. We’ve been trained the think that fat = ugly, or unhealthy, or bad. But it’s not true. It’s just not. To hell with body ideals and a “I’m never good enough” mentality that is pushed on us by the media and beauty industry. You are beautiful.
I love Mason, and we definitely celebrated this somewhat-silly holiday via skype, but I need to take a moment and send a Valentine to myself.
I need to sit down and tell myself “I love you.” It’s hard. It really is.
This is the first year of my life since early, early childhood that I have been able to look at myself in a mirror and still love myself. Clothed, unclothed. Close up, far away. At my best and at my worst. Not that this has been recent, nor was it constant, but there were times a few years ago that I legitimately thought I was ugly and kind of hated how I looked. I wasn’t fat but I wasn’t thin enough. My face wasn’t horrible but it wasn’t pretty. People who loved me would tell me I was nice looking, but I usually attributed it to them caring about me. It was never something that made a severe impact on my life, but it was just the perspective from which I saw myself.
In the last year or two, I have fought so hard to start loving the body I’m in, from my hair to my lips to my thighs. And I think… I thiiiiink… I might have actually started to believe that I’m beautiful.
That’s not to say that the battle is won, or that I will never struggle with body image again. I know that to stay in this healthy place, I will need to keep working and keep rejecting the media’s representation of idealized beauty. But for now, I can step out of the shower in the morning with wet hair and no make up, look in the mirror and say “I love you.” I love myself not despite my imperfections or curves or my downward-pointing nose. I love myself because of those things, and for many more. Because more importantly, what I see in the mirror, while it may be beautiful, is not what defines me.
I love you.
I love you.
I. Love. You.