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I love my curves. Sometimes I feel like I was born in the wrong era.
I used to always criticized my own body, and praise others. I have become so desperate at one point to where I’ve done extreme diets and anorexia and bulimia. I’d do constant research on drugs that keep a person from eating or reduces appetite. I’ve tried them all. But this past year has been different. I feel completely changed. I have energy. I am happy. I don’t feel tied down or lazy. I don’t look very different, but I’m learning to be okay with that.
been wanting to do this forever!

 

(Source: thebeautifulbodyproject)

I wear a size x and feel so big.  But I’m getting better.  I exercise, I’m a vegetarian, and I try to tell myself I’m beautiful every day.  Every person I’ve seen on this site is beautiful. You people are beautiful.  And you make me feel beautiful, too.  Thank you. Thank you so much.
This picture makes me cry. I hate myself, I’ve always hated myself. I don’t really know what to say. When I was very young my brother always called me obese and “goop tub” that hurt the most. That’s why I’m so insecure. I’ve been bullied a lot before. Even my own parents call me fat. I’ve been called basically every name you could associate with fat. I cut myself a lot. I’ve been bulimic before and right now I’m anorexic. And for some reason I still haven’t lost any weight and I do work out too. I try so hard to hide my body. I always wear sweatshirts. That’s like the only type of shirt I wear. Everyone always so “oh one day you’ll find a guy who loves you for who you are” But I just wish that day would come sooner. And how is somebody supposed to love me if I don’t love myself!? This is really hard for me to do, I’m proud of myself because there is so much to me that NOBODY knows. Not my best friends or my family. Only me.