i swear this week was like a month long FEMME FASHION FRIDAY maybe i should just keep my hair short and invest in a lot more long scarves also, BOOBS. good lord. really into my boobs lately as a thing which I LIKE FOR MYSELF not which I like because OTHER PEOPLE (MEN) will find them hot. (no not smilng)
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i swear this week was like a month long FEMME FASHION FRIDAY maybe i should just keep my hair short and invest in a lot more long scarves also, BOOBS. good lord. really into my boobs lately as a thing which I LIKE FOR MYSELF not which I like because OTHER PEOPLE (MEN) will find them hot. (no not smilng)
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i swear this week was like a month long FEMME FASHION FRIDAY maybe i should just keep my hair short and invest in a lot more long scarves also, BOOBS. good lord. really into my boobs lately as a thing which I LIKE FOR MYSELF not which I like because OTHER PEOPLE (MEN) will find them hot. (no not smilng)
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i swear this week was like a month long FEMME FASHION FRIDAY maybe i should just keep my hair short and invest in a lot more long scarves also, BOOBS. good lord. really into my boobs lately as a thing which I LIKE FOR MYSELF not which I like because OTHER PEOPLE (MEN) will find them hot. (no not smilng)
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i swear this week was like a month long FEMME FASHION FRIDAY maybe i should just keep my hair short and invest in a lot more long scarves also, BOOBS. good lord. really into my boobs lately as a thing which I LIKE FOR MYSELF not which I like because OTHER PEOPLE (MEN) will find them hot. (no not smilng)
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i swear this week was like a month long FEMME FASHION FRIDAY maybe i should just keep my hair short and invest in a lot more long scarves also, BOOBS. good lord. really into my boobs lately as a thing which I LIKE FOR MYSELF not which I like because OTHER PEOPLE (MEN) will find them hot. (no not smilng)
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i swear this week was like a month long

FEMME FASHION FRIDAY

maybe i should just keep my hair short and invest in a lot more long scarves

also, BOOBS. good lord. really into my boobs lately as a thing which I LIKE FOR MYSELF not which I like because OTHER PEOPLE (MEN) will find them hot.

(no not smilng)

queerfatfemme: I love this story of empowerment! mandacantu: So I just posted this to my facebook: “Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.” I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me. Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
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queerfatfemme: I love this story of empowerment! mandacantu: So I just posted this to my facebook: “Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.” I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me. Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
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queerfatfemme: I love this story of empowerment! mandacantu: So I just posted this to my facebook: “Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.” I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me. Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
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queerfatfemme: I love this story of empowerment! mandacantu: So I just posted this to my facebook: “Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.” I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me. Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
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queerfatfemme: I love this story of empowerment! mandacantu: So I just posted this to my facebook: “Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.” I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me. Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
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queerfatfemme: I love this story of empowerment! mandacantu: So I just posted this to my facebook: “Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.” I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me. Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
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queerfatfemme: I love this story of empowerment! mandacantu: So I just posted this to my facebook: “Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.” I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me. Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
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queerfatfemme: I love this story of empowerment! mandacantu: So I just posted this to my facebook: “Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.” I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me. Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
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queerfatfemme: I love this story of empowerment! mandacantu: So I just posted this to my facebook: “Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.” I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me. Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
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queerfatfemme: I love this story of empowerment! mandacantu: So I just posted this to my facebook: “Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.” I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me. Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!
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queerfatfemme:

I love this story of empowerment!

mandacantu:

So I just posted this to my facebook:

“Had an awesome birthday! I had to have some photos taken of me cause I felt really good. I’m 23 and tired of feeling shame for who I am/where I come from. This is me, this is where I come from. I’m a big, gorgeous, struggling latina-american-chicana feminist, wannabe-fatshionista living in a trailer park in Channelview, Tx. I love taking photos of people and things and I think I’m pretty alright. I’m done with feeling ashamed of who I am and where I come from, these things do not hold me back or stop me from wanting to be happy and make art.”

I don’t normally share this kind of content on my facebook and have always tried to hide where I live or find ways to minimize my body and stay quiet when I hear people fat shaming. Well not anymore. I am so done. I turned 23 today and had a revelation. If people don’t like how I feel, how I look or where I come from, fuck them. I can’t please everyone and if you’re gonna judge me, go right ahead. I’m just gonna keep living life and try my best to make the most out of what I have. If that means living with my parents in a trailer park and a good day consist of them not drinking or doing hard drugs, then so be it. This is my reality and I’m tired of being discriminated for it. This is me. I am a fat hot bitch living in a low class situation and I sometimes I feel good enough about myself to make these kinds of post and have these kinds of photos taken of me.

Photos taken by my lovely boyfriend!

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So at about 7:30 I decided to go to a steampunk party at Plan B. I have, like nothing that is steampunk. At. All. BUT. This is what I threw together: tall boots, leggings, miniskirt, black top, vest… then the finishing touches: silver bangles on one writs, homemade safety pin bracelet on the other. Necklace I just made tonight out of wire and whatever those little gold bracket-y things are. Earrings are silver clip-ons I put more of the gold bracket-y things on. Difficult to see in the picture is the gold glitter on my lips and gold and bronze eye shadow. STEAMPUNK! STEAMPUNK? STEAMPUNK!
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So at about 7:30 I decided to go to a steampunk party at Plan B. I have, like nothing that is steampunk. At. All. BUT. This is what I threw together: tall boots, leggings, miniskirt, black top, vest… then the finishing touches: silver bangles on one writs, homemade safety pin bracelet on the other. Necklace I just made tonight out of wire and whatever those little gold bracket-y things are. Earrings are silver clip-ons I put more of the gold bracket-y things on. Difficult to see in the picture is the gold glitter on my lips and gold and bronze eye shadow. STEAMPUNK! STEAMPUNK? STEAMPUNK!
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So at about 7:30 I decided to go to a steampunk party at Plan B. I have, like nothing that is steampunk. At. All. BUT. This is what I threw together: tall boots, leggings, miniskirt, black top, vest… then the finishing touches: silver bangles on one writs, homemade safety pin bracelet on the other. Necklace I just made tonight out of wire and whatever those little gold bracket-y things are. Earrings are silver clip-ons I put more of the gold bracket-y things on. Difficult to see in the picture is the gold glitter on my lips and gold and bronze eye shadow. STEAMPUNK! STEAMPUNK? STEAMPUNK!
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So at about 7:30 I decided to go to a steampunk party at Plan B. I have, like nothing that is steampunk. At. All. BUT. This is what I threw together: tall boots, leggings, miniskirt, black top, vest… then the finishing touches: silver bangles on one writs, homemade safety pin bracelet on the other. Necklace I just made tonight out of wire and whatever those little gold bracket-y things are. Earrings are silver clip-ons I put more of the gold bracket-y things on. Difficult to see in the picture is the gold glitter on my lips and gold and bronze eye shadow. STEAMPUNK! STEAMPUNK? STEAMPUNK!
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So at about 7:30 I decided to go to a steampunk party at Plan B. I have, like nothing that is steampunk. At. All. BUT. This is what I threw together: tall boots, leggings, miniskirt, black top, vest… then the finishing touches: silver bangles on one writs, homemade safety pin bracelet on the other. Necklace I just made tonight out of wire and whatever those little gold bracket-y things are. Earrings are silver clip-ons I put more of the gold bracket-y things on. Difficult to see in the picture is the gold glitter on my lips and gold and bronze eye shadow.

STEAMPUNK! STEAMPUNK? STEAMPUNK!

redefiningbodyimage:

As I’ve been receiving and answering questions, I’ve noticed one question being asked more and more above all others.

In short: “HOW do I deal with fat shaming?”

Part one of this video series covers my number one way to deal - Going on a “Media Diet”

I’ll be continuing this series at a random pace that will be dictated by my life, schedule, habits, and ever-changing states of mind. Nevertheless, the planned topic for subsequent vlogs will focus on how to deal with fat shaming in public and online spaces.

I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body. Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly! That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive. I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.
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I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body. Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly! That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive. I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.
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I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body. Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly! That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive. I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.
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I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body. Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly! That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive. I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.
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I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body. Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly! That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive. I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.
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I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body. Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly! That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive. I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.
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I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body. Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly! That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive. I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.
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I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body. Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly! That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive. I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.
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I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body. Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly! That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive. I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.
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I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body. Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly! That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive. I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.
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I really truly actually do like my body. Seriously! It’s not an act or a joke. It’s not the faux “I don’t care what you think” attitude that got me through junior high and high school. It’s not wannabe political, fishing for compliments, trying to be okay with “imperfection.” I honestly like my body.

Sometimes I love it. Various parts of it I love all the time. Some parts I’m ambivalent about, and, yes, there are days when I’m not a fan of it. But I do like my body. I don’t want to change it. I don’t want to slim, flatter, hide, minimize, diminish, destroy, smooth, shape, vanish, erase, melt away my rolls, cellulite, flabby arms, beer belly, stretch marks, double chins, big butt. I. like. my. body. Honestly!

That doesn’t stop me from being uncomfortable in public sometimes - like when being squished into too-small theatre seats, or trying to fold myself into certain bathroom stalls, or being bumped into on the bus. Liking my body doesn’t stop me feeling awkward when people talk about dieting and weight loss around me, but it’s not guilt over my size but me wondering what they think of me and my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop my ingrained habit of sucking in my stomach for pictures. Liking my body doesn’t keep me from getting nervous when seeing a healthcare professional because God knows what they’re going to say to me about my body. Liking my body doesn’t stop me wondering if anyone in this city actually finds me attractive.

I like my body. It doesn’t need to change at all. I don’t want to change its size or shape. Everyone else needs to get their heads out of their asses. That’s all.

victory

fuckyeahfatpositive:

this morning i caught a glimpse of my cute body half-naked in the mirror - chubby belly peeking out of my sweatshirt, fierce strong curvy legs. i realized then that at this point in my life, i would never want to trade my body for anyone else’s. and i have sccessfully stopped thinking things like “yeah i’m pretty hot, but if only it weren’t for those arms..”

i feel very  accomplished and lucky, and angry for all the people who haven’t been told that they can feel this way about their big fat bodies. thanks for the help<3

HERE ARE SOME BODY POSITIVE BLOGS

This is by no means a comprehensive list! If you reblog you should add some more!

vanityisasocialconstruct

plusmodelmagazine

chubbyguyswag

fuckyeahchubbyfashion

fuckyeahchubbybutches

fatpeopleofcolor

fatgirlsguide

chubster

lovelyfashionplus

and of course

FUCKYEAHFATPOSITIVE

(If you’re wondering why I rarely post pictures of hot random fat persons, it’s ‘cause I co-mod fuckyeahfatpositive so they’re all over there.)

EDIT: adding stophatingyourbody (which is often includes personal stories which could be triggering in regards to eating disorders, body image, and dieting)