cateheartmeow

cateheartmeow:

Hello.

My name is Cate, and I am a woman.

For years, I’ve struggled with these pictures. Why? Simply because they show off the very essence of my body. I’m just now coming to terms with a few things.

1) Acne exists; and it can exist anywhere on your body, and that is okay. 
2) The pouch my sweet, little belly creates is okay! It’s just fat, and it’s got some rockin’ abs that it’s protecting underneath.

3) My thighs touch. Simply because they are large, muscular legs and some fat, and that’s okay. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with not having a thigh gap. I’m neither fortunate, nor disgraceful- I am human.

4) I have stretch marks on my hips. This, I’ve had a tougher time overcoming, because I always figured that it was a sign of massive weight gain and of how disgusting I am. Quite the contrary, I’ve realized. It was just my hips growing faster than my skin anticipated when I hit puberty. 

5) There’s some fat on my arms. Okay…
There’s muscle, too. 

6) My calves are obscenely muscular, or so I think. In reality, they’re just calves, and they’ll have to do for the rest of my life, so why worry? I can’t reshape how the tissue grows. 

7) I haven’t been able to find it in me to constantly shave my pubic/under arm hair. Why? Because it itches when it grows in, and I would rather not deal with that. I’ve been ashamed of that for a while, but hey! It grows, and there’s a reason. There’s always a reason. 

8) I don’t have porn star boobs, and there’s tons of space between them. Although I’d prefer to not have the Grand Canyon on my chest, it’s inevitable. Someone’s gonna like them somewhere down the road, anyways.

9) I have broad shoulders.I’m starting to think I have an athletic body… hmmm…

10) I’m absolutely, 100% exhausted out of my mind with hating myself and how I look. I’m tired of how much I weigh, and the doctors saying that if I gain ten pounds, I’ll be obese. I’m tired of drilling into my brain that I need to be thinner to be a more efficient human being, and that my imperfections are going to stop me from reaching my goals. (Will anyone be looking closely at my pubes in an interview? Don’t think so…) I’m tired of glancing in the mirror and wonder if I look ugly or not if I’m not wearing makeup. And I’m completely exhausted with the human race being ashamed of their bodies, because it doesn’t fit the criteria of “beautiful”. 

We are all beautiful. We can’t help the way our genetics make our bodies look. I’m finally starting to understand that, and sharing my body in its natural state is just another step in completely loving myself. 

As a side note, to those doctor assholes: I’m 5”6, I can run 4 miles in thirty minutes, and I squat 150 pounds. Pretty sure my “borderline obese” 155 pounds isn’t all bad.

As another side note: I realize I’m not like a body builder, but the muscle in my legs accounts for quite a bit of my weight. 

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breakfreefromthechainsofsociety

breakfreefromthechainsofsociety:

My Body.

Redefining the New year’s resolution.

Each year thousands of people pledge to embark on a journey that will result in weight loss. Now this could be for many reasons but I think the most true reason is because the person no longer wishes to be perceived as “Fat”. And that is perfectly ok. It’s perfectly ok  not to want to look a certain way. But why? Why don’t we love our bodies as they are?  How did we come to live in a world where our beauty and worth is determined by our size, weight and shape? When did it become acceptable for a small group of people to dictate who and what is beautiful?

Everyone is beautiful. Every BODY is beautiful.

If your goal is simply to achieve better health then go. More power to you. But if your goal is to lose weight because others have made you believe that your body is anything less than beautiful then I would offer you an alternative. The only person whose opinion matters is you. So instead of trimming down to become more appealing to others try loving and accepting your body as it is. Because I promise you that you’re beautiful. No matter what size your jeans are. The only thing that matters is that you are happy.

Love your body. Own it. Confidence is sexy.

meatstroke
meatstroke:

 (sorry for quality or lack thereof)
This is my body and this is my truth. I’m within an average bmi. I Find it hard to admit to myself I have an eating disorder. I’m diagnosed with bulimia and to me that is the fat persons disease. I was underweight for a short amount of time last summer before gaining it back. I often reverted to binge- purge- and restriction cycles. This is the year I do myself right. Not for image or for weight BUT for HEALTH, both mental and physical. This is my body as of today. I’m trying to not hate my “curves” I feel my eyes scan this picture and I could pick out a million things that I’d change.
But I’m focusing everyday on appreciating my body, where it takes me, what opportunities It gives me. It takes me into my boyfriends arms, It takes to the the 7/11 for mint chocolate cappuccinos.
When you think of it it’s crazy how banned nudity is. Even society in the land of the free seems like it has some cult like rules. we’re obligated to conceal whats underneath everyone pants. I’m sorry this was so scatter minded. I feel this is therapeutic.

meatstroke:

 (sorry for quality or lack thereof)

This is my body and this is my truth. I’m within an average bmi. I Find it hard to admit to myself I have an eating disorder. I’m diagnosed with bulimia and to me that is the fat persons disease. I was underweight for a short amount of time last summer before gaining it back. I often reverted to binge- purge- and restriction cycles. This is the year I do myself right. Not for image or for weight BUT for HEALTH, both mental and physical. This is my body as of today. I’m trying to not hate my “curves” I feel my eyes scan this picture and I could pick out a million things that I’d change.

But I’m focusing everyday on appreciating my body, where it takes me, what opportunities It gives me. It takes me into my boyfriends arms, It takes to the the 7/11 for mint chocolate cappuccinos.

When you think of it it’s crazy how banned nudity is. Even society in the land of the free seems like it has some cult like rules. we’re obligated to conceal whats underneath everyone pants. I’m sorry this was so scatter minded. I feel this is therapeutic.

sammydawns
sammydawns:

I made this picture because of this post. The reality is that even the supposed “prettiest” breasts can appear not-so-pretty when viewed from different angles/perspectives. My breasts have always been something that I’ve somewhat struggled with, them being so small and all. I vary from an A cup to a B cup, depending on the bra itself. Most of my bras are Bs though, some of them have some extra space in them. You couldn’t imagine how many comments I get - mostly from girls - about how small my boobs are. 
As the years have gone by and as I’ve grown up, however, I’ve realized that my breasts are beautiful and I love them just the way they are. And the only reason why other girls have to poke fun of my small breasts constantly is because in their mind, it’s the only physical flaw I have (little do they know…)
Anyways, I think everyone should take a moment to appreciate their bodies, just the way they are! We’re all beautiful, no matter the size, shape or what-have-you that we come in.

sammydawns:

I made this picture because of this post. The reality is that even the supposed “prettiest” breasts can appear not-so-pretty when viewed from different angles/perspectives. My breasts have always been something that I’ve somewhat struggled with, them being so small and all. I vary from an A cup to a B cup, depending on the bra itself. Most of my bras are Bs though, some of them have some extra space in them. You couldn’t imagine how many comments I get - mostly from girls - about how small my boobs are. 

As the years have gone by and as I’ve grown up, however, I’ve realized that my breasts are beautiful and I love them just the way they are. And the only reason why other girls have to poke fun of my small breasts constantly is because in their mind, it’s the only physical flaw I have (little do they know…)

Anyways, I think everyone should take a moment to appreciate their bodies, just the way they are! We’re all beautiful, no matter the size, shape or what-have-you that we come in.

whatistrueforme

whatistrueforme:

I’ve been slowly mentioning that I have a body positive blog to people who are in my every day life. I, of course, don’t mentioned which blog platform I use or how to find me. But I definitely am vocal about the body positive part.

One of my close friends, who I have to say is one of those “Leave It to Beaver” moms, someone who has been sheltered but who is also COMPLETELY open minded….asked me what exactly body positivity meant.

I use her 1 year old daughter as a reference. This friend and her hubs are both bigger people….I asked her that if her daughter grew up and ended up with a mix of their genetics if they would tell her HOW WRONG she was….that her body wasn’t right….that she was LESS than a person because of what she looked like…..Would she be okay with kids and SO may people in this society picking on her…..blaming her…..pocking at her……using her as a billboard of what was wrong with people….

She looked at me like a scared baby bird. She said she never thought of it that way. She said she never wanted her daughter to go through any of those things. She said she never wanted her daughter to feel the things SHE went through being a generally overweight woman. She wanted her to love herself no matter what.

I told her that was my idea of body positive being…Trying to over come those things….Trying to help people see that fat people are NOT second class citizens. I told her that if we start teaching kids at a young age that they are amazing and beautiful no matter what they look like, no matter what size they are….no matter what their skin color is…no matter what abilities they have or don’t have….that they are beautiful.

I told her if we can start with just a few kids…and a few people….that this idea could grow then we can take over the societal view of what was normal and make it be known that abnormalities no matter what they are are beautiful.

So today I put myself out there….as a woman…who is sexy and intelligent and funny and who is amazing…but who also are all of those things even though she’s fat. I love myself now…it has been a long road…but I’m traveling it…and I’m not alone.

whatistrueforme

whatistrueforme:

Mistake 1: You say I have no right posting naked pictures.

Do you naked pictures in general or of my body? I assume the latter. I have every right to post pictures of naked pictures of MY naked body.

Mistake 2: You say I am repulsive and I make you limp as fuck.

My posting pictures of my naked FAT body is not for a sexual response from anyone. I post them as a sign of self love for myself and as self acceptance that I am beautiful. I post them hoping that other fat people who get bullied by people like you will realize that they are beautiful. They are not posted to try to get YOUR LIMP dick hard or anyone else’s for that matter.

Mistake 3: You mentioned I disgrace women everywhere.

I call bullshit. If you are threatened by an empowered woman who loves herself than that is your problem.

Mistake 4: I make all men want to punch me in the face.

I can tell your right now that you are deranged with that statement. I can assure you YOU don’t speak for ALL men. In fact I think that statement leads me to believe that your not only a a verbally bad person but most likely an abusive one as well. I suggest you get some mental help.

Mistake 5: Fat people especially women are not attractive.

That is based solely on your opinion. I find lots of fat people, ESPECIALLY women quite attractive and I’m sure there are tons of other people who think and feel the same.

Mistake 6: You are lazy and gross.

That couldn’t be more false. You are simply using a social ideal here. You are trying to get to me by pushing me into accepting the societal belief that all fat people are lazy and gross. You really need to get your facts straight here.

Mistake 7: I take the beauty out of the body.

See pictures posted above.

Just because you don’t see the beauty in fat bodies doesn’t mean that others don’t.

Mistake 8: Delete my blog

Why does it matter to you that I have a blog, post pictures of naked fat bodies and stand up for MY RIGHT to do so? If you are so against fat bodies you can avoid them by not going to a fat acceptance blog. I will NOT delete my blog.

Mistake 9: Take some fen fen

That’s so original. I’m gonna tell my bestie Jenny Craig that one.

Mistake 10: You think your opinions are absolute and correct.

Please see a dictionary for the term opinion.

I may not be the ideal for beauty for a lot of people. I know there are a lot of people who are offended by me because off body.

But it is MY body. Your opinions have no say over how I managed body or any one else’s for that matter.

It is my opinion that you’re a an ugly offensive human being.

Not that that matters to you, right?

baretobush
baretobush:

How Breasts Can Look
A little while back, I made a post about the Reality of Nude Photos, and the public reaction that really surprised me in response was that it seemed like a lot of people had never actually seen a female body in different positions like that before. Lots of people didn’t believe that both of the images in that post were really me, because my breasts looked so different in the two pictures.
And that really stuck with me. Not any kind of frustration at the disbelief I received, but a genuinely eye-opening realization that people didn’t know what breasts can look like when they’re just flopped around in a picture or looked at from a different side. 
I certainly don’t have the same breasts as every other woman out there, so this is in no way meant to represent all of womankind. Not by a long shot. Breasts come in all shapes and sizes and each woman is unique in the way that they will stretch, sag, move, bounce, and so on. Women have different nipples, different sized areolae, and very differently shaped breasts. 
These are my breasts. 12 photos of them just hanging out and doing their thing. Every woman in the world could make this photo chart and it would be a little bit different each time. And in my opinion, that is one of the most wonderful and amazing things about the human body.

baretobush:

How Breasts Can Look

A little while back, I made a post about the Reality of Nude Photos, and the public reaction that really surprised me in response was that it seemed like a lot of people had never actually seen a female body in different positions like that before. Lots of people didn’t believe that both of the images in that post were really me, because my breasts looked so different in the two pictures.

And that really stuck with me. Not any kind of frustration at the disbelief I received, but a genuinely eye-opening realization that people didn’t know what breasts can look like when they’re just flopped around in a picture or looked at from a different side. 

I certainly don’t have the same breasts as every other woman out there, so this is in no way meant to represent all of womankind. Not by a long shot. Breasts come in all shapes and sizes and each woman is unique in the way that they will stretch, sag, move, bounce, and so on. Women have different nipples, different sized areolae, and very differently shaped breasts. 

These are my breasts. 12 photos of them just hanging out and doing their thing. Every woman in the world could make this photo chart and it would be a little bit different each time. And in my opinion, that is one of the most wonderful and amazing things about the human body.

unflatter
unflatter:

Growing up, I was always insecure about my body. I remember one day, when I was about eight years old, being told by a boy in my summer camp that I must be “at least 100 pounds.” I remember being confused by this, first of all because I was not 100 pounds—if I were, I could take adult vitamins!—and also because I associated, at that point, gaining weight with simply growing up. But this interaction introduced me to “100 pounds” as an insult—using the arbitrary measure of weight, of all things, to put someone down.
Later in life, I found myself heavily involved in a competitive sport that functioned on weight classes. I was encouraged to make my way to the lower weight class. This involved coaches and team mates giving me, unofficially, “tips” about how to lose weight fast—this basically involved starving yourself for several days at a time and going for sweat runs. I saw this as a way to achieve the body type I so desired under the guise of athleticism and fitness. The consequences included being 20 pounds under weight, losing my period, becoming anemic, depressed, constantly anxious, and an unpleasant, aggravated person to be around.
Today, I’m 20 pounds heavier than I was back then—and well over 100 pounds—and although I lapse occasionally into worry about my body, I’m overall a much happier, healthier, more confident person. Bring on the rolls!

unflatter:

Growing up, I was always insecure about my body. I remember one day, when I was about eight years old, being told by a boy in my summer camp that I must be “at least 100 pounds.” I remember being confused by this, first of all because I was not 100 pounds—if I were, I could take adult vitamins!—and also because I associated, at that point, gaining weight with simply growing up. But this interaction introduced me to “100 pounds” as an insult—using the arbitrary measure of weight, of all things, to put someone down.

Later in life, I found myself heavily involved in a competitive sport that functioned on weight classes. I was encouraged to make my way to the lower weight class. This involved coaches and team mates giving me, unofficially, “tips” about how to lose weight fast—this basically involved starving yourself for several days at a time and going for sweat runs. I saw this as a way to achieve the body type I so desired under the guise of athleticism and fitness. The consequences included being 20 pounds under weight, losing my period, becoming anemic, depressed, constantly anxious, and an unpleasant, aggravated person to be around.

Today, I’m 20 pounds heavier than I was back then—and well over 100 pounds—and although I lapse occasionally into worry about my body, I’m overall a much happier, healthier, more confident person. Bring on the rolls!