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Fuck hating your body. Let’s have 2015 be the year we promote self love. Love your pudgy tummy. Love your dimply butt. Love your thick thighs. Love your long thin fingers. Love your stretch marks, acne and scars. Love every inch of that beautiful body. Love your hair and cellulite and weird curves and pointy bones. Let’s start a fucking revolution.
You’re some funny, funny people. For you it’s always summertime and the livin’ is easy. Your daddy’s rich and your mama’s good looking. You’re a Confederate, a proud, Southern white boy—your bible in your hand and your shotgun in your pickup truck. A Southern white boy with the shame of slavery running through your veins. You are a bigot. I am a black man. I have worked and scraped for every inch of dirt I walk on. You cried yourself to sleep because Lincoln hurt your feelings. You backwoods, sheet-wearing, cross-burning, honky motherfucker. You lose the war and all you want to do is make my people pay for it. You think you love this country, what you love is the corruption of the red, white and blue you call valor, what you love is the satisfaction that mess brings when people feel they need to give that flag some credence like it stands for something more than hate, fighting about whether to tear it down from atop your state building or not. You are a bigot and I am disappointed in the way you treat my country.
—  Papa Pope telling it how it is on The Nightly Show

“You’re a Confederate; a proud Southern white boy with your Bible in your hand and you shotgun in your pickup truck. A Southern white boy with the shame of slavery running through your veins, you are a bigot. I am a black man. I have worked and scarped for every inch of dirt I’ve walked on. You cried yourself to sleep cause Lincoln hurt your feelings…..You lose the war and all you want to do is make my people pay for it. You think you love this country and what you love is the corruption of the red, white and blue, you call valor. What you love is the satisfaction it brings when people feel like it they need to give that flag some credence, like it stands for something more than hate, fighting about whether to tear it down from your state building or not. You. Are. A. Bigot and I am disappointed in the way you treat my country.”

the devil's in the details

do you see?
she stops smiling the moment you look away.
her face holds a blank stare,
as though she’s examining some great nothingness,
or contemplating the meaning of life.

you as her a question.
her response is brief and shorter than before.
she laughs at her favorite joke,
but her laugh seems a bit off;
it’s forced.

she distances herself from you and everyone.
she makes excuses,
little white lies to ward off your concern.
but you ask yourself:
is she really just tired?

pay close attention, now.
see the way she covers her skin,
hiding every hated inch of it.
your compliments ricochet of her armor of self hate,
as she thanks you for your lies.

don’t make the mistake of assuming.
self hate often disguises itself as self irony.
every time she says “i’m fine” with a smile,
watch closely for the empty look that’s sure to follow.
~a.t

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Pretty girls DO eat! (& drink too!) 
Please recognize that in order to be beautiful one does not have to starve or refrain from eating things that they enjoy. No matter what size you are, big or small or in between you are beautiful. You are worth the world on a silver platter. You are better than the way you feel about yourself. Coming from one who used to be heavy, and hate every inch of themselves, I now love myself. Every inch of my being, I love. You can do the same, so please indulge in something you enjoy, and indulge in the love you have for yourself.

I’ve struggled with body image for years now. I’ve had many days where I’ve looked in the mirror and hated what I saw. I used to want to change pretty much everything about the way I looked, but then I realized that wasn’t a healthy way to think. I realized that my body was just that, MY body. It was beautiful and unique, just like me, and if anyone didn’t like it, that was their problem. Society will always tell us that something is wrong with us. We will never be able to fully please society, so we must learn to accept ourselves. I want all of you to know that you are gorgeous, no matter what crazy expectations society tries to place on you. If someone doesn’t love every inch of you, flaws and all, they don’t deserve you. Love you body. Love your mind. Try to love everything about yourself. You will feel happier. The self hate may take a while to fade, and there may always be that little voice in your head trying to make you feel insecure, but it does get better. One day the voice of self hate will be conquered by the voice of self love. Wear what you want, style your hair how you want, eat what you want, act how you want. You are beautiful. You always have been. It is time you believe it. -k.g

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Do you know what it feels like to look at your own reflection in the mirror and hate every inch of yourself? Do you know how hard it is to smile when your mind is so full of self loathing? How difficult it is to get out of bed each morning and show your face to the world? To speak to people and pretend you’re interested in what they have to say, when really you lost the ability to care about anything that deeply a long time ago? To eat? To work? To see friends? It’s all so exhausting and draining. Being me is exhausting and draining, and I’m so damn tired of it.

This. Dude. Said. It all! If you haven’t seen it, click the link below… “You’re a Confederate; a proud Southern white boy with your Bible in your hand and your shotgun in your pickup truck. A Southern white boy with the shame of slavery running through your veins, you are a bigot. I am a black man. I have worked and scraped for every inch of dirt I’ve walked on. You cried yourself to sleep cause Lincoln hurt your feelings…..You lose the war and all you want to do is make my people pay for it. You think you love this country and what you love is the corruption of the red, white and blue, you call valor. What you love is the satisfaction it brings when people feel like it they need to give that flag some credence, like it stands for something more than hate, fighting about whether to tear it down from your state building or not. You. Are. A. Bigot and I am disappointed in the way you treat my country.” http://newsone.com/3129854/joe-morton-papa-pope-ripping-confederate-flag-supporters/ #dropsmic #endrascism #colors #instagramers #instalike #instagood #joemorton #papapope #awesome #instalove #confederateflag

obviously you’ve never been cheated on if you think it is okay
being cheated on is like having every inch of skin torn from your body, soaked in alcohol, and then sewn back on
being cheated on is like having thousands of needles poking your body, trying to find what was so wrong with you that he had to go find someone else, trying to find out why the love that you threw yourself completely into wasn’t enough
being cheated on drives you insane
it makes you self conscious in everything you do, God, it just makes you hate yourself even more than you hate him because you weren’t good enough to keep him in the first place
being cheated on is like having your body, mind, and soul choked so hard that every bit of motivation to live is stolen from you
and you sit
a shell of your former self
being cheated on is like murder
so if you think cheating isn’t a big deal to someone who is in love
then you obviously
have not experienced it

-iAb

I convince myself that I’m happy with my life and my body, and convince others too. But at night, when I’m alone in my room and everyone is asleep, I can just feel my heart break over and over again. It’s so much pain. I thought it was getting better. I was so fucking wrong. I don’t want this pain, and I don’t want it on anyone else either. If I could I would take all the pain away from everyone and give it to myself. You guys don’t deserve feelings like this, you deserve to be happy, and okay with yourself and not hate every inch of your body and everything in your life. It’s horrible

anonymous asked:

The most important person you'll ever love is yourself. They say you can't expect someone else to love you if you don't even love yourself, and it's true. Other people will come and go, but you're stuck with you. So you might as well learn to enjoy your own company, because you are beautiful nd unique the way you are :)

Oh ok. Well thats really really cute. It’s hard to accept who you are if you hate every inch of yourself, but I’ll try my best to get out of this stupid routine. Thank you anon.🌸