Don’t assume that I have no confidence or low self-esteem. Don’t tell me that I’m ‘pretty for a big girl’. Don’t tell me that I need to lose weight. Don’t you dare patronize me. My fat body does not make me less human.

I’m not angry at your ignorance, I just pity you because you can’t see how fucking gorgeous I am. 

Drew this out of anger because of what happened today at work. 

Proud. Usually I’d hold back on stuff like this but it needed to be said.

It actually began after I met Cody. To clarify things, I’m not saying you need a partner to discover your self-worth and to begin to love yourself but he really pushed me along. Actually, I’d say he SHOVED me along, hahaha.

I’d just gotten out of a ‘relationship’ with an arsehole who I felt like I needed to impress. I constantly wore heavy make up and sucked in my stomach when I was around him. He’d compliment me but I’d always feel like I was never enough. He broke up with me and left me feeling heartbroken and absolutely disgusting, even more than before.

Cody came along and after getting to know each other he blatantly told me that I looked bad with make up on (which both offended and complimented me, haha!). At the beginning I felt ‘too fat’ to be with him and I actually haven’t confessed that until now. He pushed me out of my comfort zone and sometimes that really needs to happen. After being with him for a few months I stopped being so critical of myself.

I also discovered blogs like chubby-bunnies and lovely ladies just like myself and then I discovered the fat acceptance movement. All of this really, REALLY helped open my eyes. Having self love is so much more important than the size of your jeans. I’d much rather go to a restaurant and order a burger than restrict myself to the salad because I felt like I HAD to. I don’t have to. You don’t have to.

I’m still on my journey to loving and accepting myself! Life has been so much more enjoyable and I’ve been more happy because I’ve discovered that I can be at peace with myself and my body. Granted, I still have days where I can’t be as comfortable with my body but that’s absolutely fine. :)

As for advice, I’d say just give yourself a break. Stop putting so much pressure on yourself. You deserve to feel amazing and beautiful and all things wonderful. Most of all, learn your body and appreciate it. That fleshy vessel you embody has done and is doing and will do so many amazing things! It deserves to be commended for all that it does for you. The human body (all shapes and sizes) is an art form, embrace yourself. ♥

Don’t assume that I have no confidence or low self-esteem. Don’t tell me that I’m ‘pretty for a big girl’. Don’t tell me that I need to lose weight. Don’t you dare patronize me. My fat body does not make me less human.

I’m not angry at your ignorance, I just pity you because you can’t see how fucking gorgeous I am. 

My thighs don’t just touch, they squish, they kiss, they rub, and every time I walk it’s like my thighs are making love. The only time they hurt me is when I go on long walked paths, they sweat and blister and blush a deep red and in return I do not curse them - I soak and touch and love and smear them with creams and crushed plants from my garden. A recent me did curse my thighs, the dimpled, pale, solid collumns - bloated fat and covered with hairs. I love now how they roll and stretch and squeeze my lover’s head. They’re thick and soft and wet and dry and often covered but they are me and I am them and I fucking love all the things they can do……

randomlancila:

supersandys-space:

kylathegreat:

melasaurus:

Well this is bullshit. Postsecret really upsets me sometimes, because I wouldn’t wish these thoughts on anyone.

Don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t worthy of true love (NOT EVEN YOURSELF), no matter what you look like. The number on the scale does not dictate anything.

Sincerely, 

A fatty completely and utterly in the depths of true love.

Co-signed !

Signed again, Sandy and Jordan (7+ years and going strong!)

Signed as well!

Never been happier!