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Allena. 19. US.
According to the US Standards for Body Mass Index, I qualify as “obese” because of my weight and height. My weight fluctuates between 170-180lbs and I’m only 5’4. I have an average diet (sometimes healthy, sometimes not) and go to the gym about twice a week. It’s crazy how something as arbitrary as a word can do so much emotional harm. I’ve finally realized that “obese” is just a word, and my size and weight are just numbers. I’ve completely come to terms with the proportions of my body and everyone else should too.
The media spends so much time telling us that we need to be perfect, while the other side of the battle is telling is to love ourselves 100% of the time no matter what. The truth is that despite coming to those positive terms, some days I feel like a 10, and other days I just want to hide from the world. I just want to say that I don’t feel guilty on the days when I dont feel 110%. Part of being human is loving yourself one day and picking yourself up off the floor the next. The trouble comes when that struggle begins to define everything about you. Remember that self esteem is more than loving how you look!
Hello :D my name is Crystal, I have had a hard time through my adolescence because family and people would always have something to say about my weight and I have a lot of self esteem problems from it but one day slowly but surely I’ll love myself as much as I wish other girls would love themselves. I’m 5’2 and my measurements are 38, 33, and 43 (holla for the big butt crew)
It took 18 long years of hating every inch of myself to get to the point I’m at now. I wish people could understand that no one can help you love yourself and your body besides YOU. Wake up every morning, look in the mirror and tell yourself you’re beautiful. Choose to stop believing what society thinks is perfect and know that you are. Love yourself, because it’s the best thing you can do to make yourself beautiful.
Oh, also, I’m 19 and an average of 150 pounds, which isn’t too much, but I’m a very measly 5’2”.
I love the way I look and so does my boyfriend. I’m happy!
Never have I been comfortable in a bikini bottom and that includes the one shown. I’m 18, 5’4” and learning, slowly, to love my body and all it’s flaws.
I weigh somewhere around 150lbs and my measurements are 39-32-42
5’3”, 130-140 lbs. Haven’t weighed myself in years. Size 10.
There are days when I just don’t want to see myself in the mirror, days when I think “Oh! Well I don’t look too shabby!”, and days when I just feel like a model. Lately, it’s been more the latter than the former.
I struggled a lot with body issues when I was a child and a young teenager. My schoolmates and friends were all thin and had perfect bodies. There was always an insane amount of pressure on us women to have perfect skinny bodies, especially living in a macho man Latin American country. As a young 13 year old girl in high school, there was no way I could take it. When my classmates called me a “fat bitch” (which was more often than not), I had to be excused because there was no way I could stop crying. I cried countless nights over my body, tried every fad diet in the book, and nothing worked.
Nowadays, a little older and quite a bit more mature, I can honestly say I’m happy with my body. Peace with yourself is something that comes with growing up, and it’s not something easily found, but it’s completely worth it.
(Ahem. Excuse the socks.)
I’m so glad I tumbled onto this amazing blog full of amazing, beautiful, inspiring women!
I’m an actress and (recently) a petite plus size model, standing just under 5’5” tall. After years of resistance and struggling to “get my body back” — a 34-25-38, 123 lb frame that was nearly impossible to maintain (because I’m much more fond of fine dining than I am of stinky gyms) — I’m finally coming to respect and embrace my “new” 36-28-43, 148 lb body. I’ve stopped counting calories, and focusing more on what’s inside me than outside — I rediscovered a quick and creative mind and a full and beating heart that were almost buried beneath my body-obsession. I’m writing again! I’m painting again! And I feel sexier than ever in my own skin. Now I remember that my net weight is not my net worth, and I’m more than just a body — and the more I love my inside, the more I love my outside. I have a working body, and I know how to work it! This is my body today, and I’m happy and proud.
Dani- 22 years old, California
I’ve submitted once before already, but I just wanted to continue supporting this message as well as encouraging people to love themselves. We are all beautiful.
This is one the few pictures of my full body that I havenʻt deleted. I look sort of rugged, but I had so much fun that day. Itʻs written all over my face, Iʻm cheesin so hard! lol! For so long I have struggled with my self esteem and poor body image. Iʻve been teased by boys and family and that really hurt. I walked around with my head down and constantly compared myself to other girls. I just turned 20, so my personal goal is to be content with how God made me and work with what I got. Iʻve recently accepted my short and curvy self and Iʻm excited about this new level of confidence. Every woman s beautiful no matter what color, shape, etc. Iʻve learned that once you accept yourself and youʻre confident then you donʻt need anyone elseʻs approval. :)
My name is Sarah and the picture above is obviously me. I have struggled with my self image since I was 10, because I had a “pot belly”. My mom is all about looks so she put me on all sorts of diets, and I always hated it. She got so desperate to have me lose weight that she would PAY me to weigh myself biweekly. She also told me later on when I was about 13, that if I was to lose some weight, I’d “get more friends and maybe a boyfriend because [I’d] be pretty.” This, of course, shaped everything from then on. As I grew up, I learned to really hate my body. How could all of this fat keep me from having stable friends or even a boyfriend? I hated every ounce, and my mother constantly reinforced my hatred by saying I looked “puffy” on certain days. Being so fed up, in my sophomore year of high school I started taking lessons from a personal trainer. I at first had this really nice lady but she moved, and in her place I got a guy training to be a marine. He worked me everyday literally until I cried and could not stand anymore. I would have to run not only a mile, but a mile with 30 pound sandbags on my shoulders. He focused so much on weight and measurements that I started to become depressed. I was very thin at that point, but I saw myself as the fattest girl in the world and wanted to kill myself. My mom took me to the hospital on suicide watch and I was completely miserable. I was 120 pounds then at 5’ 4”, but I was never happy. I am much older now, but I still have a lot of self image issues. I still have the depression that I’ve had since that time, and it’s a hard burden to bear, interfering with almost everything in my everyday life. Now, I am 140 pounds still at 5’ 4”, and even though I am easier on myself now, I still have a hard time loving my body. Through all that had happened, I hope that someday I can finally find body peace. It would really make me happy if this was posted so everyone can see that there are other people who have gone through hell and back with this. (sorry this was so long I feel bad but thanks for reading)
Weight: 140 lbs
Height: 5” 4’
Measurements: bust- 38in waist- 30in hips- 35in
Thank you all so much.
Dani- 22- 5’4”
Size: Anywhere from 8-12
Years of body image problems and struggling to love myself have been melting away. I still have my off-days, but I am more in love with myself and my curves than I have ever been. Two years ago, I was just breaking out of my shell, formed by years of self-loathing, eating disorders, and depression. Now nothing can bring me down :)
I am chronicling my adventures in style and fashion as well as embracing my identity as a curvy lady on my blog, This is What A Dani Wears- http://thisiswhatadaniwears.blogspot.com/
If anyone has any questions for me, they can leave them at my personal, cupdanicakes.tumblr.com.
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My name is Brittany and I’m 23 years old. I’ve always had issues with weight, ever since I was 8. I’ve heard it all, I’ve been bullied. And for the longest time, I hated myself. I had low self-esteem and often believed the things that were told to me. I even dated a guy for almost 2 years, even though he constantly harped on me about my weight, he even once told me that I could only get a guy by my personality, because I had nothing else going for me.
The thing is, it’s not about how much gravitational pull I have. It’s all about attitude. When I was 17, I decided I had had enough. I was going to change, and I was the only one who could do anything about it. So, I did. Slowly, but surly, I’ve changed the way I think about myself. I go for fashion, I try the latest make-up. I’m sassy and short and adorable. And you know what? It’s okay for me to like myself! It’s okay for me to have self confidence! It’s okay for me to be picky with guys and to be picky with myself!
Yes, I have off days. No, I will never be the willowy, thin girls that society tells me I should be. I’m tough and a little rough around the edges. I embroider hankies and drink hard cider. I’m a size 16-18 US, weigh 200lbs and am 5’3. Got a problem? Then you can take a flying leap. I’m me, and that’s just fine. And, yes, I’m beautiful, sexy, smart, funny, and just a plain goof. And, one day, I’ll find someone who likes, and maybe loves, me just for that. Because girls like me, we aren’t a dime a dozen, and I’m one in a million.
Love yourself, girls (and boys!), because if you can’t find love for yourself within, you will never find love for yourself without.