I wore these leggings out on Sunday and even though I love them, I fucking hated them. I thought my legs looked too big (as I usually do) and honestly, I didn’t even want to look at myself. So, last night I decided that I was going to love them again. I found this shirt in the back of my closet, put on some makeup, and took these pictures.
Being positive about my body is so hard some days because truly, I’ve been told my whole life that my body is wrong and takes up too much space. But I’ve definitely come a long way. Last month, I would never have posted pictures that showed this much of my arms, stomach, thighs, etc. Last year, I would never have tied this shirt up, worn it without a tank top , and I SURE AS HELL would not have taken or posted pictures in it.
So these pictures are a giant FUCK YOU to everyone who has ever tried to make me feel bad about my body. It’s a fuck you to all of the people who wanted to like me in private because they couldn’t handle my body. It’s a fuck you to everyone who has ever offered me dieting or exercise tips that I never fucking asked for. And most of all it’s a fuck you to everyone who fetishes the fat body.
I don’t want your fucking help. I am not your fucking fetish. I will not hate my body to fit your standards
***DONT REBLOG THIS TO YOUR FETISH/PORN BLOGS that’s not what these are for
NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT A GOD DAMN RELATIONSHIP AND LOSING WEIGHT AND BEING BEAUTIFUL FOR GODS SAKE GO OUTSIDE AND ROB A STORE AND FEEL ALIVE AS YOU RUN AWAY FROM SECURITY
(Source: jdandachi, via destiny-hazel)
"You’re the last person I need life advice from."
Was anyone else incredibly proud of Hannah’s acting skills in this scene?
And also a little turned on? No, just me? Ok.
totally turned on. oh, my harto.
"I like drinking cider, because it tastes like beer for kids."
-Hannah Hart, “My Drunk Kitchen Holiday: America Day Pie Cakes”
My thoughts exactly, Hannah.
can she just get an award or something
I reblog this whenever it pops up on my dash.
So many directions she could have gone with this joke…out of infinite possibilities…she picked the best possible direction.
(Source: aryanstark, via itsmamrie)
I had to do a project for my ethics class. I had to write a speech about a transformation, and the speech had to be accompanied by some sort of visual aid.
I decided to write about myself. I completely transformed my view of myself this past year or so, and these pictures are a representation of this change. I hated myself and my body for so long. I convinced myself that I was worthless and unlovable. I finally got sick of feeling like that, and decided to take this self-love journey. (And I’m glad I did.)
The first picture portrays my initial negative view of myself, including words like, “disgusting,” “unlovable,” and “worthless.” The second picture, showing my transformation, says things like, “loved,” “beautiful,” and “kind.”
Both images include the word “fat,” because fat no longer has a negative connotation in my mind. Fat, just like the other words written on my body in the second image, describe who I am.
I am fat, and I am finally proud to be the woman I am.