• lotsalipstick:

    no one can ever, ever tell me that I should feel bad or wrong for taking selfies and appreciating my appearance. I will not go back to hating my body and face so much that I couldn’t look at myself without wanting to tear my skin off. no one will ever have a valid reason for why I should feel ashamed of taking photos of myself. I will not put their feelings before my own. I will NOT give up the love I have for myself because it makes somebody uncomfortable or jealous. 

    (via largeandlovely)

  • alimarko:

Shout out to my roommate, Katie, for taking the babeliest photos of me ever.

I had a lot of negative body image feelings this week, so I’m going to unapologetically reblog my own selfies, bye

    alimarko:

    Shout out to my roommate, Katie, for taking the babeliest photos of me ever.

    I had a lot of negative body image feelings this week, so I’m going to unapologetically reblog my own selfies, bye

  • "

    How to talk to your daughter about her body, step one: don’t talk to your daughter about her body, except to teach her how it works.

    Don’t say anything if she’s lost weight. Don’t say anything if she’s gained weight.

    If you think your daughter’s body looks amazing, don’t say that. Here are some things you can say instead:

    “You look so healthy!” is a great one.

    Or how about, “you’re looking so strong.”

    “I can see how happy you are – you’re glowing.”

    Better yet, compliment her on something that has nothing to do with her body.

    Don’t comment on other women’s bodies either. Nope. Not a single comment, not a nice one or a mean one.

    Teach her about kindness towards others, but also kindness towards yourself.

    Don’t you dare talk about how much you hate your body in front of your daughter, or talk about your new diet. In fact, don’t go on a diet in front of your daughter. Buy healthy food. Cook healthy meals. But don’t say “I’m not eating carbs right now.” Your daughter should never think that carbs are evil, because shame over what you eat only leads to shame about yourself.

    Encourage your daughter to run because it makes her feel less stressed. Encourage your daughter to climb mountains because there is nowhere better to explore your spirituality than the peak of the universe. Encourage your daughter to surf, or rock climb, or mountain bike because it scares her and that’s a good thing sometimes.

    Help your daughter love soccer or rowing or hockey because sports make her a better leader and a more confident woman. Explain that no matter how old you get, you’ll never stop needing good teamwork. Never make her play a sport she isn’t absolutely in love with.

    Prove to your daughter that women don’t need men to move their furniture.

    Teach your daughter how to cook kale.

    Teach your daughter how to bake chocolate cake made with six sticks of butter.

    Pass on your own mom’s recipe for Christmas morning coffee cake. Pass on your love of being outside.

    Maybe you and your daughter both have thick thighs or wide ribcages. It’s easy to hate these non-size zero body parts. Don’t. Tell your daughter that with her legs she can run a marathon if she wants to, and her ribcage is nothing but a carrying case for strong lungs. She can scream and she can sing and she can lift up the world, if she wants.

    Remind your daughter that the best thing she can do with her body is to use it to mobilize her beautiful soul.

    "
  • 1000drawings:

    Apology letter to my body

    (Source: pinterest.com, via mlle-opossum)

  • paintgod:

    it’s hard 2 be sad about ur body when you think of it as a landscape. you don’t criticise a mountain for being too big, or a valley for being too winding, and no one ever complains about the vastness of the sea. u are part of the earth and u are so beautiful friends.

    (via patriciachillcollins)

  • venelite:

    2013

    This was the year when I was brave enough to upload a full figure picture of myself

    this was the year I was brave enough to photograph myself nude

    this was the year I got my first tattoo, three tattoos

    the year I pierced my bellybutton after always thinking that only skinny people got their bellybutton pierced

    the year I blogged and didn’t delete my blog

    the year I cut my hair short

    the year I found out what I wanted to do

    this was the year I left the nest

    the year only self-harmed twice

    the year I found out how loved I am

    (via saucymerbabe)

  • 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:

    • Eating disorders have the highest mortality rate of any mental illness. (x)
    • 91% of women surveyed on a college campus had attempted to control their weight through dieting. 22% dieted “often” or “always.” (x)
    •  25% of college-aged women engage in bingeing and purging as a weight-management technique. (x)
    • In a survey of 185 female students on a college campus, 58% felt pressure to be a certain weight. (x)
    • Women are much more likely than men to develop an eating disorder. Only an estimated 5 to 15 percent of people with anorexia or bulimia are male. (x)

    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. 

  • stophatingyourbody:

This is not a submission about me. It is about a girl named Synne who once posted to SHYB.
Today, July 22, 2012 marks one year since she lost her life. She was killed on the island of Utøya in Norway along with 54 other teenagers, one of 77 people massacred that day by one twisted man. She was 18 years old.
She kept another blog, where she wrote a beautiful post about struggling with her body image and self-acceptance. It is heart-breaking but has inspired so many here in Norway.
It is in Norwegian, and I won’t translate all of it, but it is worth taking the trouble to put through Google Translate. Here is a small piece of it that I hope will encourage some of you:

And this is probably the only advice I can give you: be aware.  Pursue what makes you good, get rid of the rest.
 … I forced myself to take a long look in the mirror… Ok, so my thighs are pretty big.  And my stomach is not flat.  I have some arm flab, and even a double chin.  I have a big butt, I’m pale, I have scars.  But is it so bad?
I have worked on making myself more aware that my body and the person I am are two completely separate things.  I am not my stretch marks, I am not my stomach, I am not my body.  And if anyone ever drops me because of how I look, they are the ones who lose from it.  And they lose a lot.
I only live once, and I was born into this body. I will make the best out of it. I am grateful that I am here, and I will not waste my time on hating my appearance.

We miss you, dear Synne. Rest in peace.
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

    stophatingyourbody:

    This is not a submission about me. It is about a girl named Synne who once posted to SHYB.

    Today, July 22, 2012 marks one year since she lost her life. She was killed on the island of Utøya in Norway along with 54 other teenagers, one of 77 people massacred that day by one twisted man. She was 18 years old.

    She kept another blog, where she wrote a beautiful post about struggling with her body image and self-acceptance. It is heart-breaking but has inspired so many here in Norway.

    It is in Norwegian, and I won’t translate all of it, but it is worth taking the trouble to put through Google Translate. Here is a small piece of it that I hope will encourage some of you:

    And this is probably the only advice I can give you: be aware. Pursue what makes you good, get rid of the rest.

    … I forced myself to take a long look in the mirror… Ok, so my thighs are pretty big. And my stomach is not flat. I have some arm flab, and even a double chin. I have a big butt, I’m pale, I have scars. But is it so bad?

    I have worked on making myself more aware that my body and the person I am are two completely separate things. I am not my stretch marks, I am not my stomach, I am not my body. And if anyone ever drops me because of how I look, they are the ones who lose from it. And they lose a lot.

    I only live once, and I was born into this body. I will make the best out of it. I am grateful that I am here, and I will not waste my time on hating my appearance.

    We miss you, dear Synne. Rest in peace.

    BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

  • iamateenagefeminist:

ad-busting:

Thanks to morphemes for submitting this terrible ad that I busted with joy. 

Guys this is silly and embarrassing to admit, but do you know how much I freaked out about my pubic hair when I was 15?! I thought it wasn’t normal and I was some sort of freak for having it, this shit would have made it x10 worse. 

What the actual fuck? Do 15 year olds really go get full body waxes? God damn it.

    iamateenagefeminist:

    ad-busting:

    Thanks to morphemes for submitting this terrible ad that I busted with joy. 

    Guys this is silly and embarrassing to admit, but do you know how much I freaked out about my pubic hair when I was 15?! I thought it wasn’t normal and I was some sort of freak for having it, this shit would have made it x10 worse. 

    What the actual fuck? Do 15 year olds really go get full body waxes? God damn it.

    (via iamayoungfeminist)

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