Consider this: instead of telling me I’m not chubby when I obviously am, maybe acknowledge it in a positive way? When I causally mention my chubbiness, the last thing I need is “you aren’t chubby! Stop saying that about yourself!” Because that means you very obviously see chubby as a bad thing and that isn’t how you make chubby people feel better for themselves

Our goals aren’t to get skinny. Our goals are to accept who we already are.

Acceptable reasons to get a tattoo!!!!
  • in memory of a deceased loved one
  • because you happened to pass by a tattoo shop
  • because it is your favorite quote
  • because it’s from your favorite TV show
  • to show dedication to your romantic partner
  • because you liked the design
  • because it has a deep meaning to you
  • because you were young and stupid
  • because you fucking wanted to.
Being A Healthy Witch

Hi! I know, I know, these tips aren’t just for witches. My blog is just very central to that particular audience, and I wanted to share my little ‘food journey’ with fellow witches, some of whom might be vegan // vegetarian // health conscious. :-)

Okay, so here’s my little story: I’ve had body images for my entire life, and, sadly, they have only gotten worse as I’ve grown older. While I’ve ever been “fat,” I’ve never been happy with my body and the way it looks, and have always longed for perfection // had an irrational fear of packing on pounds. My brain has just always told me, “you’re okay, but you’re not *there* yet. You could be better, prettier, skinnier, and *then* you’ll be there…” such image problems are even worse when topped with severe anxiety and depression // anger issues. I have body dysmorphia. Severely. I know this to be true, no matter how many times my family likes to remind me (not in a mean way at all - they only want me to be healthy and happy). I’ve suffered through both consistent and on/off self-harm since sixth grade, emotional eating, depersonalization, under-eating, unhealthy “promiscuous” actions at a young age, and making myself throw up.

But this post isn’t to list off my disorders. It is to share my own progress, and serve as a reminder to myself - and others - that eating does not have to feel like a burden or a chore. Believe me, I am nowhere near finished with my unhealthy mindset. I still dread having to eat. (Too bad there isn’t a spell to get rid of anxiety)! But the thing is, is that I dread it that much less when I know that what I’m putting in my body is healthy. In addition, there is magick in cooking, and it makes preparing food for myself and my boyfriend that much more exciting. I long to eat sweets and just shove a bunch of food in my mouth, trust me! But lately I have been resistant to that, and have strived for eating clean. I haven’t eaten meat or bread in such a long time! When we go out, it is vegan and dairy free 99.9% of the time.

Here is a list of some healthy things that I have found a love for making or snacking on over this past year.

• Overnight Oats - DIY oatmeal prepared in a mason jar, left to refrigerate overnight and to be eaten in the morning! Can contain anything you like. (I usually use bananas, mixed berries, almond milk, honey, cinnamon, shaved coconut, and chia seeds, all on top of rolled oats).

• Peanut butter w/ bananas or apples.

• Fruit smoothies w/ protein powder and chia seeds.

• Vegan sausage.

• Homemade rosemary/garlic potatoes.

• Crunchy granola/mixed nuts (a great substitute for snacking on chips).

• Scrambled eggs with green peppers.

• Chickenless chicken strips.

• Apple slices topped w/ tuna (unless you are full vegan/vegetarian) and dried cranberries.

• Pickles.  

• Ants on a log!

• Fruit acai/chia seed breakfast bowls.

• Tuna-stuffed avocado. 

• Pasta w/ beefless ground (tastes real)!! 

• Wheat toast w/ peanut butter, honey, and granola. 

• Honey, apricot, and almond butter on low-fat crackers. 

 • Vegan grilled cheese w/ jam. 

• Vegan protein bars (I recently discovered this delicious brand called GoMacro - and they have them at 7-11)!!

 • Cucumber, dill, and (vegan) cream cheese sandwiches. 

 • Fruit pizza - bagel w/ (vegan) cream cheese spread and topped w/ mixed fruits. 

 • All of the fruits and vegetables!!! 

I know a lot of you may have body issues too, and have a hard time eating or wanting to eat. I personally choose to only drink water, and try hard to eat clean and always take daily vitamins. Once you introduce healthier things into your diet, it becomes gradually easier to not “fear food” again, and learn some fun recipes along the way! The goal is not only to accept that your body is your only one, but to let your insides thank you for feeding it such healthy, yummy things. (Oh, and for larger meals, don’t forget about homemade vegetable soups, veggie burgers, salads, or vegan tacos)! I hope that this helps someone! 🌟 and feel free to tell me your own ideas/recipes! I’d love to have some more :-)

Love Yourself

Reader is self conscious and Ed comforts her.
A/n– For what the reader hates about herself I did what I hate about myself. It feels good to write out my problems and I like doing it in my stories.
Warning- nudity but not really and self hating
Rating–Drabble with slight angst
Title–Love Yourself

Your boyfriend Edward was the best thing that has ever happen to you. Recently he asked you to move in with him. Of course you said yes and you were incredibly happy with him. There was one problem you. You and Ed had decided to take it slow. This means Ed had yet to see you fully naked. You just felt self conscious compared to him. He was so tall and lean and despite first glance, he was in very good shape.

Now here you were, standing in front of the mirror, just after your shower. Ed was in there now. So it was just you and your reflection that you have grown to dislike. You dropped your towel on the ground and inspected your naked body. You weren’t overweight necessarily, but you most certainly weren’t the skinniest person in the world. You wished you were taller, maybe that would distribute the weight, making you look thinner. Your eyes strayed to your thighs, the insides of them had faint tiny streaks of purple from your teen growth spurt stretch marks. You looked at your hips, detesting the layer of fat around them. They were the worst part of you, the love handles. You weren’t comfortable with your slightly broad shoulders, or the way your teeth were. You told yourself you wouldn’t cry. But Ed was just perfect. How could he be with someone like you. Suddenly you heard the bathroom door open. You had no time to retrieve your towel. You were naked and vulnerable. When you saw him emerge from the shower with nothing but a towel on his lean beautiful body, you burst into tears.
“Y/n” he breathed, taking in your naked form.
“Y/n what’s wrong?” He said startled, finally noticing your crying.
“How could you possibly like me? I mean look at me? Look at my ugly hips and my ugly thighs. I’m so short and fat compared to you. I’m so uncomfortable in my skin and you look so beautiful. You are so fit and strong and tall… I just-” you continue crying, what you previously said pretty much unintelligible due to your gasps and sobs. You had not heard Ed trying to get you attention throughout your monologue.
“Y/n.” He said softly trying again. But you were now in hysterics.
“Y/n!” He practically shouted, dropping his own towel.
You looked up and gasped at his vulnerability, now reduced to hiccups. He crossed the room and grabbed your shoulders, looking at you. You were so ashamed you avoided eye contact. Just you and him, vulnerable and naked to each other.

“Y/n. Why would you ever think such things of yourself. If you could only see yourself the way I do. So incredibly beautiful. I like every part of you.” He lowered himself to his knees and kissed your thighs. Your legs trembled. His lips trailed up and kissed each of your hips. You were speechless watching his slowly made his way us. He pressed kissed up your stomach and on your collarbone and finally reached your face. “You are so beautiful y/n. So beautiful.” He slowly kissed you on the lips. You were crying again, but this time with tears of gratitude and joy. Ed turned around and pulled on a pair of boxers and grabbed his green robe he wrapped it around you and sat on the bed, pulling you to his lap. “Please don’t say things like that anymore y/n. It hurts me as much as it hurts you. And most importantly, please y/n just love yourself.”

Dumb genius

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony)

summary: Tony starts to hate his additional pounds which leads to starving and self hatred and feeling unworthy of dating a person like Steve. Luckily, Steve knows better

length: 1 243 words

warnings: body acceptance fic with chubby!Tony, mentions of alcoholism

a/n: filling in more prompts! this fic is a bit on the sad side, but has a happy ending. hope you like it!


Dumb genius

Tony groaned, doing his best to suck his stomach in. Almost, almost there… Done! He managed to pull the zipper up and even button the black slacks. He looked in the mirror, turning around. Not bad. He just couldn’t breathe. That was a minor discomfort. He also noticed that the material clung around his hips and butt. Nothing a long jacket wouldn’t fix. If only the jacket would fit too, that was…

Giving up, Tony groaned louder, sliding a hand down his face. When did it happen that he stopped fitting in his own pants? He noticed that he had gained a bit of weight, but didn’t realize that it was that bad. Damn sweatpants with elastic. They mislead him as the material was stretching with his growing waist, and he didn’t think that it was so bad.

“Babe, are you ready?!”

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Pairing: Former Sam x Reader

Characters: Reader, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (Soulless), Unnamed Woman

Word Count: 1549

Warnings: Pure Fucking Angst (You think my last fics were bad you are in for a shock), Vaguely detailed smut, Cheating, BODY ISSUES, LOW SELF ESTEEM, Soulless!Sam being an absolute fucking cunt.

A/N: This idea came about after my negative thoughts have been very loud this past couple of weeks so this story is one that is very personal for me and was one that was supposed to be for angst appreciation day but I didn’t finish it in time.This is set at the start of Season 6 and in this, Dean didn’t go to Lisa and Ben, he continued to hunt. I want to say thanks for @sams-little-toy for reading it through for me and encouraging me to write. Thank you so much, Ty.  Tags will be at the end (Send me an ask if you wanna be tagged)

You had to leave after that day. You had to clear your head and hunt on your own for a little while. A part of you felt bad leaving Dean as he did just lose his brother but you knew he had people around him to help him get through it. You, on the other hand, had no one and had just lost the only person you truly loved and cared about.

 So, you packed your stuff and left without saying goodbye because you knew Dean would convince you to stay and that is what you would have done. You always stay for other people, and you need to go for yourself.

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There’s a lot of isolation you feel, growing up fat in the gay community. I’m 26 and still insecure about my body in that regard. I’m not a twink. I’m not 5'10" and skinny and tan. I’m not the stereotypical ideal of what a gay “male” is supposed to look like. I’m fat. I’m hairy. I have imperfect teeth. So I’m categorized as a “bear” even though I’m not the ideal in that category either. I’m not 6'3 and only heavy in the tummy with thick thighs and a perfectly chubby butt and a boy next door face. I don’t look cute in slightly sagged jeans and a baseball cap. I don’t look like a high school football player that gained 65 pounds after graduation, and that’s what ideal bears “look like.”

I’m non-binary, and that makes me feel like I don’t belong anywhere, on top of those other issues. I’ve been told to lose weight in dating apps. Told I was too big. No fats. Not my preference. Sorry. Straight up blocked once people realized I was not skinny. On more than four occasions. I have been so ashamed of my body I’ve wanted to starve myself. I didn’t swim shirtless in public until I was 25 years old. 25. And I cried before I left the locker room my anxiety was so strong. My body hair was a flaw until I was 26 and embraced it. I was 23 before my own mother new I had chest hair because she’d never in my post pubescent life seen me with no shirt on. I wouldn’t leave or enter any room in my house without a shirt, because my chest hair was so embarrassing for me.

I have always been “too” something. Too fat. Too hairy. Too feminine. Too outrageous. My height has never been an issue, though, outside of dating apps. At a towering 6'5 and size 15 shoe, I get messages constantly from foot fetish people. People who want to see my feet in pictures. Or talk about my soles. Or want to smell my socks. Objectified for those singular attributes, which makes me feel like I exist in a paradox. Both outside, and in the middle, at the cross section of /something/, I just can’t put in to words what that something is.

Gainers message me and want to feed me food in bed. Fetishists messaging me wanting to play with my feet. No one else messages me at all. I’m average looking, though I don’t feel like I’m ugly. My bio mentions Beyoncé and horror movies and not much else. Typical white gay interests that would allow people who look like Colton Haynes the freedom to speak to anyone they choose. The rest of us are not so lucky.

I love the gay community, but it is not without its flaws. Those of us who do not look the part are not welcome, and that’s got to change. We’re being forgotten. Smothered out. Left behind. Who’s going to save us, when no one in our own community cares about us?

I’m in my second year of college and I crave love and affection. I’ve dated two guys (one cis and one trans) but men don’t make me feel much emotionally. I want a girlfriend but the girls at my schools are messy bitches and the lesbian girls I’m attracted to light girls that look fit the mold of light skinned, biracial, skinny, and short with loose curly hair. I’m light skinned but I’m chubby with 4c hair and tall. I am aware that I do still fit one aspect of their attraction and I do have privilege but my self esteem is so fucked sometimes. I have body image issues and eating problems that accompany my self diagnosed high functioning depression. I worry that I will end up marrying a man and being in an unhappy marriage because my parents will be more excepting of that relationship rather than a relationship with a woman. They believe I’m going through experimentation. My parents are probably the epitome of conservative liberalism. Since I’ve come back for the summer I’ve been triggered like shit. It’s still the same old “let people love who they love” but “why is everything so gay now, i have nothing against i, but why?” rhetoric that is really making me just want to give up. 


This woman sticking up for her fat-shamed boyfriend is the ultimate example of #relationshipgoals

With all the misogynistic body-shamers targeting women these days, it’s easy to forget men are victims too. Ashley Stevens and her boyfriend Christopher Glenn Reed were reminded of this fact when a picture of them ended up on Reddit. Response to the photo quickly turned ugly, with more than 2,600 commenters mocking Reed’s weight and appearance. But Stevens got the last laugh with an epic response for all the trolls.


Hello again friends 

Recently I’ve been watching this Youtube vlogger Loey Lane who did quite an inspiring video about “fat girls” and wearing bikinis. First of all I’d like to point out how fucking gorgeous this woman is, and her confidence shines through her like sunbeams. Absolute beauty. And the fact that I came out of watching one of her viral videos filled to the brim with confidence was a testament to how well she expresses herself. This is her instagram here LoeyBug and this is the video I was talking about Why Fat Girls Shouldn’t Wear Bikinis. Basically this video is based on arguments that people have made on her Youtube account as to why she shouldn’t wear a bikini.

I’m under the personal belief that to get the perfect “bikini bod”, get your bod, put a bikini on it. tadahhhhh! You should be able to wear the clothes you want, feel comfortable and confident in, without getting body slammed. I personally have yet to achieve the level of confidence to do this, and I doubt I ever will, but I’m slowly heading in the right direction.

She mentions that “it makes people uncomfortable” and then goes on to counter that argument by saying "Other body types are not told this … in-shape women are not told to take off their running shorts because it makes people uncomfortable. So I’m going to call bull on that one and ask why someone who is larger should have to cover more square inches of their body because your brain cannot somehow process that there is a person in front of you in minimal clothing.“

LIKE HOT DAMN. Someone gonna need ice for that burn.

The beautiful Loey Lane

I highly recommend watching that video because she brings up a lot of points that make you rethink how you look at people, and even how you look at yourself. So you know what? I’m gonna show my confidence! I’m going to fight against the small narrow minded and enjoy my life and explore! I’m not going to hold back enjoying today because I’m worried about what others think about me! I WILL wear that crop top today!!!

But wait, I just read something in Oprah’s magazine…

You can’t even begin to imagine the disappointment, horror and disgust I felt while reading this. I found this image on social media and I haven’t seen the article.

But as this popped up in my news feed, I was so disappointed. Oprah’s personal struggle with her weight loss and body image has always been a thing worthy of front page news. The fad diets, talk shows. Her prying into people, getting a glimpse at their vulnerabilities, and being able to heal them. Being a woman of power that people look up to and idolise.

I was so disappointed.

The sheer body shaming and segregation of body types is appalling. And coming from such an iconic woman of power, too. Now I completely understand that magazines have their own article writers, but they’ve got to adhere to the general views and beliefs of the magazine owner. Until I hear or see a comment from Oprah, I’m not quite sure what to make of it.

I’ve always had the fear of the crop top. My stomach was never something I ever wanted to show, more the opposite direction. Hide away under layers and layers of clothing. It’s actually never seen the sun, so it’s so pale that to those that see it (namely myself and boyfriend) it glows in the dark and in the light is so brightening you need to wear sunglasses.

But in lieu of this article, I’m making a big “FUCK YOU” to body shamers. I don’t have a flat tummy. FUCK YOU to those pieces of shit article writers for kicking girls back a notch. FUCK YOU to them influencing a younger audience to begin hating their stomach from a young age.

Read ‘em and weep, Oprah writers

Y’all can go fuck yourselves.

anonymous asked:

I have a headcanon to your Tony loves eating post. :D What if he loves to eat, loves trying out new food, loves sweets and fast food, but IS insecure about his body at the same time. He lives with superhumans, like you said. And Tony has that lil tummy (he's not even chubby, he is just built like that) so that makes him feel a little insecure and inadequate. He starts to get insecure about eating with people around, until someone notices and tells him that he's perfect the way he is.

Yasss, thank you for sharing this goodness with me, even though (read: especially because) it’s insecure Tony goodness! Because yeah, Tony is confident, he knows how to fill up an entire room with his presence, and he’s attractive too, he knows that. But. But that doesn’t mean he always feels that way, that doesn’t stop the occasional doubts from creeping in.

And his tummy is just kind of a sore spot, you know? He’s pretty fit otherwise, his work in the shop and as Iron Man have made sure of that. And it doesn’t help that people usually don’t talk about his body like it’s his body. They talk about his ass (flattering, if a little sexualised for a dinner party) or his grey hair (which looks fantastic, thank you very much) on the media, speculate, make jokes, turn it into this really big, public thing. 

With the team it’s not that much better. They make less sex jokes (not no sex jokes though) but they never–say anything nice about his appearance without that scornful undertone. Or biting sarcasm. Which, to be fair, so does Tony, it’s not like he’s the innocent one here. But sometimes they still–sting.

That’s why, on those very bad days when everything goes wrong and Tony has JARVIS turn on every monitor on every reflective surface in the tower just so he doesn’t have to look at himself, he calls Mama Rhodes. Because Mama Rhodes always knows, and somehow she manages to make everything better without making it awkward at all and Tony just bathes in her magic. And lets her scold him for not coming over to dinner more often. And lets her guilt him into coming for dinner the next Saturday.

Because Mama Rhodes is amazing. (And so is her cooking.)