I've come a long way!

The other day as I was prancing around our co-ed dressing room shirtless with my floral-print bra being flaunted for the world to see, I came to a conclusion: This whole performing experience has really helped me come to terms with myself. I NEVER in my life would ever consider running around in my underwear in front of ANYONE before express. I’ve now come to realize that we’re all doing the same things, and even though I look different, I’m up there basically doing the same things as the girls I used to wish to look like. =)

As I’ve said before, I’m nowhere near actually loving my body, but I’m heading towards being comfortable in my skin.

Another post I found while browising tumblr. =D (This was NOT written by me!)

stophatingyourbody:

Hey everyone, my name is Ileana, I’m 19 years old. This is actually one of my favorite pictures of me, I’ve grown to love it after learning how to love my imperfections. I must have revised my submission more than 5 times, but after so many drafts I thought I’d just get straight to the point… :)

Growing up I let my insecurities get the best of me. I stood back while people made fun of my weight, laughed, giggled, and whispered at how big my shirts were, and how wide my thighs were. I was always the tallest in every group, and also the chubbiest. Being the self conscious girl back then, I limited myself from ever having fun, I would go home straight after school because I didn’t want people to look at me, I’d turn down offers to hang out with friends because I never had anything nice to wear, I hated not being able to fit into “skinny girl” clothes, as I would call it, and I would cry everyday thinking that I was somehow cursed. I became very angry at everyone and everything and just became a silent-to herself- girl… At home I would look in the mirror and stare at my body, nobody my age had what I had.. I was sure of that, and coming to that realization made me want to become more isolated from a lot of people. Eventually I grew trust issues and reduced the amount of people I called friends… I trusted no one.

Now as a sophomore in college I look back at my childhood and regret ever letting people get the best of me. I realize I don’t have the perfect body, and I am completely fine with that. I am perfectly content with my thunder thighs, my big butt and everything else on my body. I don’t need to look like a super model and a perfect 10 to have an amazing personality. I am able to hold my head up with pure confidence and walk past a group of skinny girls and not break. We come in all shapes and sizes and that’s what makes us beautiful and unique. It’s mind over matter, those who mind don’t matter , and those who matter don’t mind. As long as we have people who love us for who we are… then what’s there to be unhappy about? I can say I have grown a lot more confident throughout my college experience so far, I am comfortable in my own skin, and will NEVER let anyone tell me otherwise. As we all should :)

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I hate feeling like that fat one all the time.

tltxoxo:

Something’s gotta change.

I used to say this all the time, but I’ve come to a place where I can simply embrace who I am and what I look like. I still feel like “that fat one” alot, but I can now feel like “that fat one up there dancing her ass off on stage.”, “that fat one in the totally cute outfit.”, “That fat one with the awesome voice.”, or”that fat one who’s more awesome than most people can ever dream to be.”… or all of those at the same time.

And that’s really cool.

Pride in every curve, bump, and roll.

I've been a big girl ever since elementary school. I got made fun of a lot, but I think that's what kids do. As I got older, the teasing settled, but my size was still extremely taboo. It got to a point where I never said any words that alluded to my body. My friends didn't either. I never said the word fat. I never said the words rolls, or heavy. I guess I kind of figured that if I didn't say the words, my fat would just... blend away.

I was sadly mistaken. But you know what? About three months after I graduated, I met a Fat Acceptance Activist who helped me become proud of the curves I have. I may not adore the body I live in, but I'm proud of it. It carries me from point A to point B. It's an able body, and it's taken me through a whole lot. It's been there for me through good times and bad times. It's taken me through really rough patches and back again. It's carried me through love, and heartbreak, and everything in between.

So yeah. I may not love my body fully, but I'm sure as hell proud of what it's been through.

Warning. Mature Content.

So another blog I follow a lot is fuckyeahchubbygirls.

I read this blog today, and thought I'd share it with you! It's got mature content in the picture and text, just as a warning.

My name’s Kitty Stryker. I’m a fat queer sex worker in the UK, and I love my body (most of the time). When I first started doing sex work, I thought I would never make it, because as much as I liked my body, it wasn’t “hot” enough to be a money maker. This was emphasized when, in the US, I was a pro domme working in a house, and never got advertised or booked. Then I moved to the UK, where I thought things wouldn’t be different, but figured I’d try anyway.

Wow, was I proved wrong. I learned that as an independent sex worker, not only could I pick and choose my clients, but I was honoured and adored for my curves. I didn’t have to only be sexy as a fetish object, a “bbw”- I was sexy not because of or in spite of my fat, but as a woman comfortable in my skin. It was fantastic.

I post this photo from a fun photo shoot with my lover to show other women that it’s awesome to love your body- and it’s ok to have days where you don’t. But don’t let anyone tell you how to feel!

If you wanna know what it’s like in my life, check me out at

www.purrversatility.blogspot.com

I just love this woman's confidence. I'm working towards having something like that. I don't mean that I want to be a sex worker, because that's not my goal. Not in the least. But I want to be confident in my body. And her message is awesome! Don't let anyone tell you how to feel!

Let's start where we need the most work.

The Tummy Project.

I've been following that blog on tumblr for a while now. I love the stories. I love the fact that these people love their bodies. I love the fact that they put it all out there and stand proud, no matter what size they are. Another thing that I love about these stories and pictures is that most of these people started out just like me. They had to LEARN to love what they have. So they gave me some inspiration.

My tummy is my least favorite part of my body, so if I'm going to learn to really love myself, I should probably start getting acquainted with the part of me that I avoid. So! Up in the left hand corner is my tummy. We still don't love each other yet, but we're working on it! I want to eventually have a success story to send into The Tummy Project. I want to be proud of what I have and while I may not always want to flaunt it, I don't want to hate looking in the mirror like I sometimes do.

So here's to the Tummy Project, and here's to a tummy project of my own!

Cheers!