My name’s Molly. I’m 14, 5 foot 3ish and I rarely weigh myself. I almost never like every part of me, especially my nose and my thighs. I think it’s part of growing up to doubt yourself and to question your appearance. Some days I wake up, look in the mirror, and hate what I see, but the best way to change that is how you embrace your flaws. I love my beaky nose and I love my curves, I just don’t always see it.
SKEPTICAL TUMMY IS JUDGING YOU FOR ANY SELF-DOUBT YOU MAY HAVE.
It’s Jess again. This is probably my fourth entry, but since there aren’t many submissions, I thought I’d submit once more. I’ve never published a tummy picture because I’ve been too self-conscious. But the face was too funny not to share.
Anonymous asked: I posted one, and you didn't put it up. I feel really cool now, whatever.
I think our ask box and queue are having some issues. Someone else had the same issue about a week ago. I can assure you that we have not yet denied a submission before, so if you could just resubmit, hopefully it will show up in our ask box and we can skip the queue and publish it as soon as we see it. Sorry for the inconvenience!
This is me, my name is Aaron. My journey to loving my body has been a long one, and quite frankly it is still not over. In my past I’ve struggled a lot with issues about my body. I’ve always felt that I had to be skinny, I’ve always compared myself to other guys, wishing I was more muscular, had tanner skin, and a sexier aesthetic. After going through a pretty significant eating disorder I came to the realization that something needed to change. I started trying to shift how I saw myself. Specifically focusing on the things about my body that I like. When a thought would creep in about how I am not as built as other guys, I would immediately remind myself of how much I love my torso. Getting tattoos helped this, because then I could focus on parts of my body that I loved. It helped me see my body as a beautiful piece of art. I can’t lie though and I say that I’ve got this down. I really don’t. I still have days where I look in the mirror and am so unsatisfied with what looks back. I still have days when I am on Tumblr and see pictures upon pictures of really normatively attractive men and wish I could look like them. But those days become fewer and fewer as time goes on. I love my body. It has taken care of me for the past 22 years. I think it is something that I can be proud of.
Demi Lovato looks healthier and happier than ever after her stint in a Chicago treatment facility, and is know finally revealing the personal battles with her weight, cutting, drugs and alcohol that sent her there.
Demi tells People, “When I was 15, I was only eating a meal a day … When I was about 15, I was only eating two meals a week, but I wasn’t losing any more weight because my body adjusted to that. So I tried new things: laxatives, fasts — nothing was working. I decided maybe I should start throwing up. At my worst, I was doing it five times a day. I threw up so hard and so much, it was just blood in the toilet.”
On her now infamous fight with dancer Alex Welch: “I was manic. I was hurt. I just exploded. Everything built up to this point, and I took it out on someone who was my friend.”
On if it was her decision to seek treatment: “Yes and no. I flew back to the U.S. and I thought we were going to L.A. My parents were like, ‘No, you’re going to Dallas. We have the owner of a treatment center waiting to talk to you.’”
On what motivated her weight loss: “The spotlight didn’t cause this. It just contributed a little bit. I looked at blogs: I saw nasty comments.”
On how she would skip meals: “On lunch breaks on Sonny with a Chance, instead of eating, I would take naps or I’d say, ‘I’d gotta get my nails done!’ I’d also go out with my friends more than normal.”
On drugs and alcohol: “I’d be lying if I said I never touched anything. Fortunately it never got to a place where I had to be in treatment for it.”
On depression: “I’ve battled depression from a young age. I never found out until I went into treatment that I am bipolar.”
On reuniting with old friends: “Selena [Gomez] and I reconnected the first week. We hadn’t spoken in a long time. I take the blame; I feel like it was because of the way I’d been acting. She called me and she was the one crying.”
On her current eating habits: “My goal for every day is to eat three meals, and that’s challenging enough.”
On returning to Sonny with a Chance: “I don’t know if I could handle being in front of a camera with my body right now.”
On staying strong: ”It’s a struggle I’ll probably have to deal with for the rest of my life. But I have so much life to live; I don’t want to waste it.
Demi is one brave young woman who is helping millions of girls by making her struggles, and hard work in overcoming them, public!
Jaime Lee Curtis is known for a perfect figure, and has done everything from purging to surgery to try to maintain it. About 9 years ago she decided to screw it and let More magazine show her without airbrushing or makeup.
She was under so much pressure to keep what the media has told everyone is the ideal body type. I have so much respect for her ability to rise above that pressure after so long. Just by showing how she really looked, she told women that “hot” does not mean looking like a stick person.
A message from the mods: “hot” can mean looking like yourself, be it a “stick person” or a rounder person.
Would I like to lose some body fat and be healthier, yes, but I love my shape and my doctor can go to BMI hell if you can call this obese and tell me that I need to lose at least 50 lbs.
The funny thing is that despite feeling sexy to myself, I have trouble accepting my body because of things like that and the yells I get from drunk guys calling me “fat” or “cow” or just plain “ugly bitch”. You know they’d never treat a tall, lean, model-type like that.
And there are constantly messages from my friends and family and the media explicitly and implicitly telling my that I’m not good enough. But FUCK THAT. I love me. As long as I’m happy and healthy, that’s all that matters.
I love my curves. I love my booty. I love my muscles. I love my strength. I love my eyes and my lips. I love my waist, I love the way my ankles look in heels. I love that my thighs touch.
And that’s just the physical parts of me. There is so much to love about myself and I just have to keep remembering that when the world tells me I shouldn’t.
p.s. The bottom left pic is probably the “fattest” I’ve ever looked but I love that picture. So fuck it! I put it on here anyway! ;)