You’re All I Want

Request: Can you do a smut fic with Sam and a “plus sized” reader for me? The reader is insecure about her body. She thinks that her thighs and stomach are too big and when she decides to lose her virginity to Sam, she tenses up and Sammy has to convince her that she it all he wants. The fic has to be cute and involves lots of cuddles and Sanmys famous puppy dog eyes c: <3

Reader gender: Female

Word count: 2,388

Warnings: Smut, Virgin!Reader, Low Self Esteem, Negative Body Image

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Perfect (Pietro x Reader)

(Gif credit to owner)

Fandom: Marvel

Character: Pietro Maximoff

Word Count: 488

Trigger Warning: Negative body image

A/N -  Pietro has a chubby girlfriend and he want to show her how much he loves her. (Because she says she’s not sporty like he is or thin like him)

Here you go anon, I hope you like it! <3

You looked in the mirror, disliking what you saw. Even with one of Pietro’s baggy tops on you, you still felt like parts of you were sticking out. You took one finger and started prodding parts of your belly. You started to pull at some bits, and looked in the mirror. Your eyes started to sting as you thought about Pietro being happier with a skinnier girl. You continued to pull at yourself, not realising you were being watched by a certain silver haired man. His face fell as he watch you, the thing he adored more than anything, become more upset by your appearance. He didn’t like it when you were upset so he decided that it was his mission to make you happy again.

You were still in the same spot when Pietro came back. He made sure that his presences was known this time, “Hey (Y/N)!”. You whipped at your cheeks harshly, trying to hide the evidence that you had been crying. Putting on a fake smile you replied, “Hello Pietro”. He was stood by the doorway and before you could blink he was in front of you. “You look beautiful” and he kissed your lips before whispering in your ear, “You should wear my clothes more often”.

You let out a tired laugh before smacking his chest lightly, “I’m not in the mood Pietro” and you moved away. “You’ve been crying” he said softly. You looked away from him, ashamed that he had noticed. “Why have you been crying love?”. The tears started up again, “I’m not pretty enough for you, I’m not thin like everyone else”, your face burned hot red. You heard a buzzing sound so you looked up. Pietro reentered the room, “I have something for you” he spoke confidently. 

He handed you a bunch of bright flowers and he said, “They aren’t pretty like you, but I hope you like them”. You laughed through your tears and smelled them. “I love them, thank you Pietro”. You had a smile on your face. He came close and held your hand. “You’re even more prettier with a smile on your face” and that smile turned into a grin. He wiped away a few stray tears and continued to speak, “I don’t like it when you cry”.

He pulled you into a tight embrace, “You might not be thin (Y/N), but I love you the way you are”. He tilted your chin up and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed him for a while before you pulled away. “You’re not going to cry anymore right?”. You pecked his lips again, “Not anymore, no”.

“Good” he smirked, “Now why don’t we go catch a movie?”. You nodded your head in agreement and walked out of the door towards the cinema, his arms slung around your waist, pressing you into his side and you thought ‘I’m the luckiest girlfriend in the world’.


said: also realise that something like weight comparisons can be INCREDIBLY triggering to people with eating disorders or just negative body image. did you react by laughing at her with you co-worker or playing down her distress, or did you comfort her?


This image from my personal blog got really popular all of a sudden! It’s a positive mantra for a body part that many people have very strong emotions towards. For me I have struggled tremendously accepting my thighs. I made this page in my altered book to remind myself that it’s okay! It helps me, so I’ll share it with you! :) 


tw: mentions of eating disorder. 

I am a big girl, who loves a skinny boy. And I’ve dealt with a lot because of this. People never know why we’re together. People ask me if I intend to lose weight to make him happy. People flirt with him in front of me, assuming I am some friend because there is no way a thin man would choose such a big woman.

And I’ve been in recovery from an eating disorder for almost three years now, so I’ve dealt with my own negativity. I’ve had a lot of my own issues with my body, without all of this being added.

I’ve asked him a million times if I’d be happier if I was thinner. And on my bad days I picture that gorgeous girl he “deserves”. 

But he loves me. My size is just a fact about me. It doesn’t matter.

If someone thinks you’re “too thin” or “too big” or “too muscular” or “not muscular enough” or “too tattooed” or absolutely anything, then that is their problem. It is not your job to adjust to what someone else wants you to be. Because you will find someone who loves even the things you hate about yourself. 

I am a big girl who loves a skinny boy, and I wouldn’t change a thing about either of us. 

My name is Abigail and if you’re interested in making friends or ever need a place to vent, my ask box is always open! (

Photography done by Natalie Plausini photography 



Q&A Wednesday: How did you become so confident?

Warning: Touch a bit on disordered eating, destructive behavior, and I throw the F-bomb around a bit so….

EDIT: Been asked about the progressive “activities” I was referring to:

  • Dressing up/photoshoots
  • Minimizing exposure to media (tv, radio, etc)
  • Excluding poisonous people from my life, lots of solitude for a while
  • Wearing a bikini at the beach (even though I was scared)
  • Learning to be body positive (health looks different on every body, “fat” is not an insult)
  • Traveling/vacation alone

I’ve been in a wheelchair my entire life.  Most people think the hardest part of being in one is not being able to walk, to run, to dance.  But for me, it’s always been the fact that no matter what, I will never have a body that society deems beautiful.

  My back curves in multiple directions. My arms are large and muscular, while my legs are scrawny.  My medication makes it so my skin can only burn, not tan.  My little feet will never look “normal” or be able to fit well in heels.  My body is covered in surgery scars.  And yes, being unable to walk/run/dance would be nice, but mainly because it would give me the ability to burn calories more easily.  I naturally burn about 1000 calories per day, yet I need more protein and carbs than the average person.   Despite these things, I still love my body. I love my DD boobs even if they could be perkier.  I love my butt even if I can’t show it off as well as others.  I love my eyes.  I even love the roundness of my face.  But most importantly, I love my intelligence, my generosity, and my ability to make anybody laugh. BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

The below article was one that I found online that really helped me today: 

1. Recognize that fat isn’t a feeling.
There are always underlying emotions that we attach to feeling fat. When the “I feel fat” thoughts start up, try to identify what you’re feeling underneath the body dissatisfaction. Are you feeling lonely? Anxious? Invisible? Scared? Ashamed? Inadequate? Whatever the feelings are recognize that they are separate from your body. 

2. Treat yourself as you would a friend.
Because it’s difficult to be kind to ourselves in the moment when the body hating thoughts take over, try responding to your thoughts as if you were supporting a friend. What would you say to someone you loved who was battling your same struggle with body image?

You wouldn’t tell them to not eat for the day in order to compensate for what they ate the previous night. You wouldn’t tell them to punish themselves for their body size through over-exercise, self-harm, or abusive eating habits. You wouldn’t tell them they were worthless or unloveable because of their weight. So why do you tell yourself these things? Break the cycle and start treating yourself like a friend—you deserve that kindness and love from everyone, especially yourself.

3. Recognize that you are so much more than the size of your body. 
What you look like does not define you. It doesn’t discount your worth as a human being. You are so much more than a number on the scale. As a living, breathing, feeling human being you have inherent value. You are special and important and loved. You exist and therefore you matter.

Your appearance is such a small part of who you are, and it certainly doesn’t warrant enough power to discount the person you are inside. You aren’t your body or your weight—you are your goals and dreams and passions and values. You are your strengths and talents and insight. You are a soul and a spirit and a force of nature. Your body does not define you.

4. Shift your focus from the external to the internal.
Make a list of all the people you look up to and are inspired by—not because of their weight or appearance, but because of who they are and what they do. Write out all the qualities they have that make you appreciate and value them.

Use the list as a reminder that it’s the internal things—our dreams and passions and goals and morals and insight and character—that truly define who we are and draw people to us; not how we look.
You are no exception to this. Try making your own list of things you like about yourself that have nothing to do with appearance or body size. If you have a difficult time creating one, ask some friends and family to help you.

5. Think about what you want to be remembered for after you die.
I don’t want people to remember me for what I looked like, what size jeans I wore, or what I weighed. I want to be remembered for the person I am. I want to be remembered as someone who brought about positive change in the world. I want to be remembered as loving friend, partner, and family member. I want to be remembered for my passions and my creativity and my strength. I want to be remembered as someone who made a difference. What do you want your legacy to be? Chances are, it doesn’t have to do with weight.

6. Instead of focusing on the size of your body, start focusing on what your body allows you to do. 
The human body is an incredible force. When we get caught up in the number on the scale and size of clothes however, we forget just how lucky we are to have a fully functioning vehicle to engage in life with. So stop hating your body for the way it looks and start acknowledging and appreciating your body for all that it allows you to do.

Make a list of each activity and feat your body helps you to partake in and accomplish. If you want to be even more specific, list out each body part and describe all the things you wouldn’t be able to do without it. Your body is strong, powerful, and beautiful, regardless of it’s size. Choose to treat it with love, compassion, and gratitude instead of hate and judgement.

7. Challenge your negative thoughts.
You may not be able to change the way you feel about your body today, tomorrow, or a month from now, but you can begin the process by challenging the thoughts in the moment. Write out a dialogue between your negative voice and a healthy voice. If you have a hard time coming up with positive counters to the negative thoughts, pretend that you are speaking positively about a friend or loved one.

Even if you don’t believe the things you say to counter the voice, it’s still important to speak out against it, because each time you argue with the thoughts, you are taking away some of their power and reclaiming your own.The more you challenge the thoughts, the less you will believe them. The more you argue back, the easier fighting the voice will become.

8. Allow yourself to feel your feelings.
There is a lot of built up energy and emotion underlying the way we feel about our bodies. Holding in how we feel or engaging in behaviors to numb out may make us feel better in the moment, but in the long run, it doesn’t remedy the pain we feel. It doesn’t make us feel better and it keeps us stuck. 

Releasing the energy and painful emotions underlying our body shame requires us to feel our feelings. Whether that means throwing a tantrum on the floor, venting to a friend on the phone, punching a pillow, screaming in your car, or crying in bed, you need to allow yourself to feel your feelings. Let go of the judgement you have about what you feel and recognize that you are feeling these things for a reason. Give yourself permission to release your emotions and let everything out.

9. Do self care.
When you’re struggling with body image, distract yourself with healthy coping mechanisms. Take a bubble bath, get a message, ask for a back scratch, cuddle with a pet, make plans with a supportive friend, watch your favorite movie, get a manicure, listening to calming music, do deep breathing—whatever it is, make sure it’s something self-soothing and helps you get out of your head.

10. Be kind with yourself.
You may not be able to control the way you feel about your body, but you can control what you do in response to how you feel.

Instead of beating yourself up, you can choose to treat yourself with compassion. Instead of engaging in unhealthy and abusive behaviors, you can choose to do self-care. Instead of treating your body as an enemy, you can choose to treat it as a friend. Instead of isolating yourself, you can choose to reach out for support and surround yourself with positive people who make you feel loved and accepted. Instead of agreeing with the negative thoughts, you can choose to challenge them.

***You have more power than you thinkdon’t let the way you feel about your body keep you from living.

Coping with bad body image days may not be easy, but it is possible.

Don’t give up.

You aren’t alone.

Things can and will get better.

I found and copied this from this blog. I wish hers was a tumblr because I’d follow the shit out of her.


Photographer Haley Morris-Cafiero has long been aware of peoples’ cruelty towards her based on her size. Living in a society that’s obsessed with thinness, life can be hard for larger people, especially women. Morris-Cafiero, however, decided to turn this meanspirited habit into art, and hopefully make people more aware of their judgmental attitudes. 

The project became a photo series called Wait Watchers, where Morris-Cafiero photographs herself in public settings, where people, who don’t realize they’re on camera, can be seen in the background laughing at her or giving her strange looks.(x)

This kind of thing is classified as Fat Talk. Being accepting of your body can be a struggle, and there is a fragment of society that views this self-criticism as the norm and even to a certain degree encourages it, through magazine articles that encourage you to “lose ten kilos fast,” try some new diet or dress in a way that makes you appear thinner/more tan/taller, etc. By making these comments, whether it be to yourself or to someone else, the cycle of negative body image is increased and becomes further entrenched in wider society. Body image and mental health is fast becoming the one of the largest concerns affecting youth today, and although it may seem like an offhand thing to say to yourself, to others it may trigger serious self-doubt and self-deprecating thoughts.

Hi, my name is Stella and I’m here to tell you there is nothing wrong with your body. Every roll, crease, crevice, bone, part, wrinkle, dimple, or so-called “imperfection” is absolutely okay as it is. In fact, it’s fucking wonderful. 

We hear this said a lot - “She/he has a great body.” Well, shit. That must mean that something called a bad body exists out there. But here’s the good news - it’s a lie.

There is no such thing as a good or bad body. Our bodies are all beautiful because they are vessels for our souls. They allow us to feel, express, hurt, love, laugh, cry, and most importantly create change in the world. So why are we all so fixated with our boney knees, our chubby cheeks, our short legs, or thick thighs?

My body happens to be curvaceous. I have never been small, and never will be. And that’s just fucking fine. I am a happy, healthy, size 10/12 who has been blessed with an able body that tries it’s best to work with me, not against me. My body allows me to go to college. My body lets me walk my dogs. My body lets me hug my mom and dad. And most importantly, my body enables me to help others in need.

And yet, I used to hate every inch of it. 

My fucked up head told me many things as a little girl. It told me I was too fat, too tall,  had weird teeth, was too manly, too curvy, and all together too ugly to be worthy of love. Whether this was implanted in my brain my society or I was born with a self-destructive vendetta, I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter. What matters is how I treated myself.

I hurt my body in ways I wish upon nobody. I won’t get into specifics here, but there are a variety of actions one can take in order not to feel. Because that was the ultimate goal for me. If I could just shut my brain off, I wouldn’t feel so goddamn fat all the time. After years of trying to change myself, to be skinny, to be “desirable”, to be pretty, or popular, or any of the other BULLSHIT things I thought I needed to be happy, 

I made peace with my vessel.

How do we make peace with our bodies? It starts with gratitude.

Start by thanking your body for what it can do. Are you a runner? A singer? An excellent cuddler? You can thank your body for enabling you to do that. Do you have a really interesting birthmark? Engaging eyes? Arched eyebrows? You can thank your body for being so goddamn fascinating to look at. 

Most importantly, put a little love for your body into your daily routine.

For me (and this is JUST my experience, everyone has different experiences), I exercise, eat things of nutritional value, and when I want some fucking ice cream, I EAT SOME FUCKING ICE CREAM. 

I stopped letting the chatter in my head about what it means to be beautiful dictate my life. Every day is not easy. Sometimes I wake up and wish I looked like someone else. But mostly, I’m grateful and proud of what I have. I make it a goal to treat myself and others with loving kindness, because it is not my business what size anyone is. It’s not even my business what size I AM.

WHY focus on all the things I think are wrong with me, when I can focus on what’s right?

I am a good friend. I’m a talented singer. I go a great college, which I got into because I’m a capable student, not because my stomach was the right size. I love my big, sexy hair, my curvy hips, and my shapely calves. I even respect by stomach rolls, because they are a part of me. 

If you get anything out of this post, I hope it’s a little more appreciation for your body. Remember that whatever made you, whether you believe it was God, evolution, the Force of the Universe, Yahweh, Buddha, Allah, or simply, um - your parents - THEY DIDN’T MAKE NO JUNK. 

You are a fucking remarkable person in your own right. If you let others or your own messed-up head tell you what it means to be beautiful, acceptance of yourself will be difficult.

I encourage you to speak out. To feel. To struggle. To stop a conversation when it turns to body-shaming. To not put down other body types to feel better about your own. There is no need to be perfect - the road to loving your body is a long and difficult one. 

But I promise you it is worth it.

If you want to talk, anytime day or night, please email me at

I just started a blog called which I hope is going to blossom into a celebration of fashion, shape, and the general sexiness of the human population. Check it out if you’d like.

Oh, one more thing -

I love you, just as you are in this moment. I hope you can one day feel the same about yourself.

Puppies, smiles, and rainbows,



Okay so let me just rant here for a second.

This is Amanda Bynes. On the left is her in a Maxim cover shoot a couple years ago, looking gorgeous. On the right is her today, looking, well…you see the picture.

Now she tweets all the time about how she was too fat and ugly before, and how even now, she weighs about 130-135lb, and that’s fat, she wants to be 100lb.

THIS is the kind of reason so many girls have body image issues today. I am just slightly over her current weight, so if she thinks that is she saying to girls and her FANS who are that same size, or slightly more?

This is just disgusting. I would kill to look like her before picture, and she throws it away and tells everyone, including her younger fans, that they have to be smaller, and apparently look like crack whores, to be beautiful. This is just wrong, and this is not the type of society that young women today should be brought up in…

I’m the one in the blue pants. Ive always been underweight. I was born with a heart condition and the medicine I take for it decreases my appetite, and I have a naturally fast metabolism. I’ve been a size 0-2 (depending on the store/brand) I still get judged for being so thin. People constantly ask me if I ever eat, they tell me i need to gain weight as if I already didn’t know 

In middle school during lunch one day, some one threw a half eaten cheese burger at my table. Then thew a piece of paper that said “learn to eat bitch.” I’ve never been the kind of person that can eat a lot of food in one sitting. I eat as much as I can through out the day. In fact, in middle school, I had to eat something every hour because of medicine and the side effects being dizziness. Long story short, I’ve always been very thin and judged and ridiculed for it. 

My best friend is next to me. In elementary and middle school she was always chubby. She was called fat and teased relentlessly. In high school the weight started coming off, she ate healthy and exercised and was on her churches basket ball team. By 10th grade she lost a lot of weight, she was a size 3. With stress in school and other elements she gained weight again. Her wight has always fluctuated but she was always content with her body and people would call her coincided. though she isn’t, shes just confident. 

I wish people would just stop body shaming others, I wish everyone was comfortable in their own skin. There is no such thing as ‘the perfect body’

Perfection is a lie.