There is such pressure to obtain the “perfect body” according to society. The expectation to eat the “exceptional diet” (aka juices, juices, juices), the pressure to workout non-stop (the skyrocketing popularity of cycling), and all the rest. Although it’s always great to be healthy and active, theres a fine line between taking care of your body and forcing changes in a harmful way.
Remember, it does not last forever. You will not feel like this forever. Bad body image is on and off. It can be so bad you can’t bear it and it can be non-existent. So sit with it. It is in your head, it is not real, you are not 1200 pounds, and it will pass. You will be okay again.
So it has been a long time coming but I’m finally doing it Briana. Lipstickonmugs tagged me for the selfie thingy and I just got to it.
Been feeling extremely self conscious lately so I decided it was time.
I tag raptorsama, marvelous-freeman, drewster321, and anyone who wants to do it really!!
This is not easy for me to post, but its important.
I am bloated, as you can see. I am holding water under my skin and in three days I have gone up two pants sizes.
Is it uncomfortable? Yes. Is it distressing? Yes. Is it fat? No. If it were, would I be less? Fuck no. Bad body image can beat you up forever, but when you fall face first into honesty and acceptance about what’s in the mirror, you realise you aren’t a doll. You don’t have plastic eyes and an empty chest to throw pretty clothes over. You are an entire life, you bloom with love and memories and worth and embarrassing moments and sad days and happy tears and that one shitty movie you’ll never admit to watching but loved anyway. You are allowed to bloat, because bodies are made for living in, and if you treat yours right it’ll get pretty fucking good at it
So this was a real
post made about me, and I would like to just take a moment and tell you all why
this pissed me off so much.
I wasn’t mad because I’m insecure about my body or
anything. I love my body, and everything on it. It’s true, my boobs are small,
but that doesn’t in ANY way mean that a girl with bigger boobs (or any body
part for that matter) is better than me. Stop objectifying others based
on their appearances.
Also, she had the audacity to post this picture on social
media, but had no intention of saying this to my face. I mean, seriously? Grow
up. I don’t have time for your juvenile bullshit.
Thirdly, I had NEVER met or
talked to this girl before in my entire life! The one and only reason she disliked
(and still dislikes) me is solely because she is the ex-girlfriend of my
current boyfriend. Again, grow UP.
As a fourth point, after I took this picture
and reposted it on my instagram to show everyone VERBATIM what she said, she got ME in trouble for
bullying! As a plus, the administration agreed with her! They told me that by
reposting HER picture that I was disrupting her educational atmosphere. Really
school system? Stop it.
So I told them that her making fun of my genetics is
not only immature and low, but that it is disrespectful to ALL people with body
image issues and that if anyone is bullying here, it’s her.
With all that said,
I really just want to shed light on these unfortunate, reoccuring issues. If you are currently facing a bully,
NEVER be afraid to stand up for yourself, and if you’re struggling with low
self-esteem, let me just assure you right now that you are so much better than
you think you are. You are truly irreplaceable. Genetics are a funny thing, but
they literally make you unique. So embrace it. ☺
My life is a constant cycle of: eating too much junk food, getting fat, realizing how fat I am getting, starting to count calories,
getting obsessed about calories,
starving myself, losing weight, realizing my body might collapse if I don’t start eating again,
increasing my intake,
stop being scared of calories,
stop caring about diet,
eating too much junk food,
He wore clad leather pants on his clad leather ass as he sauntered into the dingy pub only stopping to exhale the cancerous dust from the little killing stick stuck on his rosebud lips. His plain canvas white shirt clinging to his painted canvas skin. His tattooed body nothing less than art. Him nothing less than art. His ice blue eyes scanned the beat up seats surrounding the liquor filled people his gaze resting on me. I cocked an eyebrow and gave a salute. Turning back to my drawing and beer I began sketching the scene i just experienced wanted to capture all of the detailed boy. After a couple minuets of my doodle I hear his chuck taylor clad feet shuffle close to my table.
“Talent,” he told me pointing at the sketch book in my lap with his bottle of liquor fire.
“No just an expressive form using art.” I responded going back to my little piece of happiness.
“Well hi Veronica looking quite grunge today.” He snickered taking it upon himself to sit uncomfortable close propping his feet on the table shrugging his arm around my shoulders like we are in some sort of 90′s rom-com.
I couldn’t help looking up into his eyes a smirk growing on my features. Snuggling close to him my hand pressed on his chest watching his breath flatter a little with the shortening distance between our lips.
“Who knew the badass was such a classy romantic,” I asked him drawing away and going back to my beer.
“I’ll see you around JD.” Were the words called over my shoulder and as I picked up my shit and walked out into the freezing night hearing his laugh echo behind me.
“Any fan of my favorite movie is a friend of mine. I’m Luke what’s your name?” He exclaimed as he ran up to me trying to catch me before I leave.
“It’s insanely ironic.” I tell him smiling at his now non-douche attitude.
“I won’t mind,” he said brushing his blond hair out of his eyes.
“The name’s Heather.”
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