Hey everyone! My friend marci and I started a new chat room, so you should stop by! :D
Hi there! First off, I want you to know that it is NOT easy. It’s really hard work. I mean, super duper hard work. I didn’t just wake up one day and think I was the shit. I use to suffer from severe depression and suicidal thoughts/tendencies. I had an eating disorder, and I cut myself off from a lot of people.
If I’m going to be honest here, Tumblr saved my life. Search tags like “fatacceptance” and “bodypositive” and all variations of the sort. The men and women from these tags helped me realize that I am worthy of living the life I deserve. I am worthy of love. I deserve to feel beautiful. I am beautiful. Obviously, there are days when I’m down. There are days when I feel shit, and I feel like I can’t do anything right. But I have to remember to myself that there are so many people in my life who care about me. We don’t see ourselves the way others see us. We see the things we want to change, and what we can do to better ourselves. Others see how special we are to begin with. Obviously, there are going to be assholes in the world who are going to try to put you down, and steal your happiness from you. You can’t let them have control. Take control of your life, and take strides into loving yourself. Wake up in the morning, look in your mirror and point out all of the things that you like about yourself. They can be physical or mental. Step out of your comfort zone and go do things that you thought you couldn’t do. Show the world how amazing you are. Live your life the way you want to. Make yourself happy first before you try to please others.
Thankyou so much c: *giggles*
I love these thighs, curved and rippling like waves, strong trunks freckled down the knee.
I love these hips, stretch marks eroding across the gentle curve of iliac crest, fingerprint bruises long-faded pale.
I love these arms, wrists wide, hands small, calluses hard and brown, nails bitten down to torn and bloodied quick, dirty under the white crescent moon.
I love this stomach, peach fuzz, soft and full, folding over itself like blurred origami.
I love this body – it is the vessel for my soul. It deserves every kindness I can give it. And I will give and give and give.