patchwork of the sumptuous

she was found

in every sound wave,

every curve of every fruit

and the bell of

every bloom.

drunk on the dance

of her sway

no one could

tell her a thing—

battle scars were

tiger stripes

steel was languid silk

and these mountains

weren’t mountains at all.

they were galaxies.


8.5”x11” prints of “Galaxies” are available at etsy.com/shop/CozCon :)

It doesn’t matter who you are, it feels like everyone has something to say about your appearance. It’s strange because on one hand I am shocked and on the other it doesn’t surprise me one bit. We’re conditioned our entire lives to think that there is a type of body that is good. A body that is acceptable. It’s thin but has curves. It’s slender but muscular. It’s not too short or too tall. It has smooth skin and is free of imperfections. It’s completely hairless except for where it counts. It’s perfectly proportionate. If it’s not perfectly proportionate we can fix that with surgery, invasive painful procedures, drugs or starvation diets.

See no one tells you that whatever your body is, right now, is good. All we have is right now. We don’t have time to bank on waiting until next summer to be beautiful. When you get there I promise you it will feel no different. If you’ve been feeding your body fuel and treating it with care you might feel healthier. But self love can be learned at any stage and I’m living proof. At the highest weight I have ever been I started really living my life. That alone speaks volumes.

One of the biggest lessons I have learned is this. If someone is so shallow that they pass judgement on your appearance you do not need them in your life. Plain and simple. Be you and truly love yourself enough to treat your mind and body with kindness and I swear things will fall into place.

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"thighs" by Desireé Dallagiacomo

"my thighs hope your thighs have a great day"

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TOP 5 SHYB Frequently Asked Questions:

5) What can I wear to conceal trouble areas/flatter my body?

I want to steer away from the idea that we should be hiding our insecurities and try to learn how to embrace them. There’s probably many spaces online that have that kind of advice on “what to wear” but personally I am making an effort to be body positive and wear anything I like shamelessly. I will be practicing being proud of the body I am in when I am in it. I will be proud of my love handles, I will be proud of my hips and thighs. 

My body is not a mistake or inappropriate. My body is just that, mine. It doesn’t have to please you nor do you have to like it but you will acknowledge it. I refuse to lay low or fade into the background because it makes you “uncomfortable.” Don’t let anyone take your shine or make you feel like you don’t have a right to exist just because you are fat. You are worthy.

Wearing whatever you want is a political statement. Join the revolution. Throw style rules out the window. Wear the tutu. Wear the horizontal stripes. Wear the turquoise skinny jeans. Wear the see-through blouse. Wear the bikini. Wear the sweat pants. Wear the shirt that says “Does this shirt make me look fat?”. Wear whatever it is that makes you happy. This is your life.
—  "Things No One Will Tell Fat Girls… SO I WILL."- The Militant Baker PLEASE READ THIS ARTICLE
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So it was my man’s birthday today. :D His daughter is the tall 13 year old in the black and grey thing behind me in the river. She has weirdness about stuff and is on tumblr alot so no up close face pics of her, if any. Lol. Point!

Chimney Rock, North Carolina is one of my favorite places to go to. In general I love North Carolina because these rivers and creeks run all throughout the mountainous areas. And its only an hour away! :3 

I had a fantastic time. It was warm and sunny and beautiful, like 72 degrees. We bought pretty things in the shops and played in the water, picked river rocks, ate at a restaurant that had a lot of windows, three floors and fantastic cakes. It really was fantastic.

A long time ago I never would have posted these pictures, my thighs and stomach are showing and my hair isn’t straightened, roots showing. Etc. But I’m glad I have come to terms with the fact that I’m not perfect. I’m glad I love myself, so that I can fully love others. I feel beautiful, loved and happy.

In that I have the courage to do more, go more places, do more things. I nourish my body now. I once was 350 lbs, and I’m 5’4. I’m not now. Calm down, this isn’t a “before and now after” thing. This is just my literal mental progress. In my self love and acceptance, I have lost more weight and felt better than I ever did when I hated myself and dieted and starved.

I am happy. I don’t feel ashamed of these pictures like I once would. I smiled and laughed and had a fantastic time with people I love, who love me. I think these pictures show that. I hope you like them. Also, beautiful water! Rocks!

**Follow and reblog and I will do the same! (Only if you want to, safe, sane and consensual is the motto in my world)!**

I cannot separate my body from the cerebral palsy that came with it. I do not want to. Throughout each photoshoot, Denise kept repeating, Natalie, you are beautiful; that shot was amazing; just wait until you see yourself. I wish I could say that to every person who needs a wheelchair or braces or a catheter or a personal care attendant:You are beautiful. I know. The Body is Not an Apology. I promise.
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Natalie E. Illum

Natalie is one of the five female poets I think you should know, find out more about her & the others here.