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uglygerm:

I’ve been told this, and have seen this said a million times.
For some reason people think if you like an inch of your body there is no way in the world you can ever be transgender of any sort.
I grew up being told I was gross, ugly, and fat, and I hated myself so much it hurt, and a lot of people would tell me that’s the only reason I choosing to be transgender. But when I started to accept my body, all my stretch marks, scars, and rolls, I was told I couldn’t be transgender because I liked myself.
Even when I came to accept my anatomy I still felt just the same as I did when I hated myself. So that’s just something to share with.

Some folks are really invested in telling other people they “can’t” be trans or aren’t “trans enough” if they don’t feel the right way about bodies or their gender. It’s not anyone else’s place to play Gender Police and tell you that you’re doing it wrong, no matter how you’re feeling.

uglygerm:

I’ve been told this, and have seen this said a million times.

For some reason people think if you like an inch of your body there is no way in the world you can ever be transgender of any sort.

I grew up being told I was gross, ugly, and fat, and I hated myself so much it hurt, and a lot of people would tell me that’s the only reason I choosing to be transgender. But when I started to accept my body, all my stretch marks, scars, and rolls, I was told I couldn’t be transgender because I liked myself.

Even when I came to accept my anatomy I still felt just the same as I did when I hated myself. So that’s just something to share with.

Some folks are really invested in telling other people they “can’t” be trans or aren’t “trans enough” if they don’t feel the right way about bodies or their gender. It’s not anyone else’s place to play Gender Police and tell you that you’re doing it wrong, no matter how you’re feeling.

(via finecomic)

ethiopienne:

beautifullybirdy:

loveandzombies:

This fall, New York City becomes the first city in the nation to tackle the issue of girls’ self-esteem and body image. Recognizing that girls as young as 6 and 7 are struggling with body image and self-esteem, (over 80% of 10-year-old girls are afraid of being fat and by middle school, 40-70% of girls are dissatisfied with two or more parts of their body), New York City is launching a self-esteem initiative to help girls believe their value comes from their character, skills, and attributes – not appearance. 

HOLY SHIT DISABILITY REPRESENTATION IN A MAINSTREAM BODY ACCEPTANCE CAMPAIGN

and girls of color!

(via fuckyeahbodypositivity)

SEE THE THING IS, he said, BIG GIRLS LEAVE MORE SPACE FOR ME TO GRAB AHOLD OF
but
i’m not your handlebars

SEE THE THING IS, she said, BIG GIRLS ARE BETTER THAN SKINNY ONES BECAUSE MEN DON’T LIKE BONES
but
other girls are not graveyards

SEE THE THING IS
a baby girl isn’t beautiful because somebody is gonna hold her
i mean we all wanna be loved but i want her to
love herself
first

a baby girl isn’t beautiful because a man’s fingertips can dig
bruises into her hips, she’s beautiful because
she just is

in nature we don’t say a flower is beautiful
when somebody wants to pick it

in fact we say that nature’s beauty is at the height of purity
when it would destroy you to even touch it

SEE THE THING IS
i would rather be an ocean of danger and deep black and
thick mermaid thighs rather than
a body you want to cruise across
i would rather be the night sky and crush ribs with a suffocating sense that we are all small and purposeless
rather than a landscape of freckles someone happens to think
are akin to constellations
i would rather be storms and lightning and a bright sun rising, i
would rather make you quake in your boots than get your heart
pounding,

i would rather be beautiful like a cold spring stream:
not beautiful because you said so
but beautiful because
i am me.

Don’t really wanna be your girl? Just wanna belong to me? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

(via oberlinsic)

stacybias:

The 12 Good Fatty Archetypes —

I’ve just completed a comic blog post about the 12 ‘Good Fatty’ Archetypes. It’s a critical examination of how ‘good’ behavior becomes problematic when it’s used to justify a bid for social legitimacy. Click through to read the full post! http://stacybias.net/2014/06/12-good-fatty-archetypes/

(via coffeepotbadger)

finally-human:

Love your Body- Abbie Bevan

(via fearlessfeminism)

I wish so much there had been a Rae when I was growing up. It would have made my life so much easier to have had someone real on TV that I could have looked at and gone: ‘I kind of look like her. I don’t look perfect, but she’s got friends. People love her so maybe people will like me for being me. I don’t have to change. I can just be myself…’ How can kids and teenagers feel comfortable when they can’t see anyone who looks like them anywhere?

(via scenicroutes)

backlash-ronin:

I think I love this a little too much.

This is awesome

(via sting-raye)

findingmyrecovery:

No weight goal will fix having self hate. That’s not where the solution is

(via rockinrobnhood)

I saw a young woman the other day who was in her late teens.

I had a moment of admiring how strong her legs looked, how able her shoulders; where she had curves and where she didn’t, how kind of mixed-up and funky some of her coloring and parts were, a study in contrasts. It was a moment of appreciating what, in my eyes and perspective, her beauty was and how aesthetically beautiful I found her. As someone who’s worked in art and photography, who looks at people and their details deeply and richly out of habit, I didn’t think anything of it until I realized something about her was really resonating in a big way with me. I was having a hard time looking away.

Then it struck me: the things I was admiring about her and taking in so much of? Those were all ways my own body looked at her same age. It was like looking in a mirror that traveled through time.

But when I was her age, and my body and its parts looked like hers, I didn’t appreciate them this way; I didn’t find them so interesting or so beautiful. There were some parts and ways of looking, ways she and I both have looked like — me twenty-five years ago, and she now — that at best, I had a grudging acceptance of, often balancing those things out with more positive feelings about other parts of my body or how it looked. At worst, I was horribly unkind to myself and my body about some of our shared physical traits.

It’s tragic, really. There I was, looking at a body that was nearly an exact replica of my own-body-of-once, appreciating it, thinking it so fantastic, when I did not do the same for my own at the same age. There I was, wishing I could send some sort of note back in time, an apology letter, to my body-that-used-to-be for clearly not seeing it clearly.& For being unkind and unaccepting, for lacking the perspective, the esteem and the basic kindness to see it differently, to see it the way I was seeing this young woman’s body now. For wasting any time or energy at all, even the briefest of moments, hating on my body or its parts when there wasn’t a thing on earth wrong with them.

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