Been feeling pretty down on my body lately, so to attempt to feel at one with my lovely lady lumps I’m dressing up. Who doesn’t feel sexy in corsets and lace?
This is the part of me I struggle with the most in my quest for self-love. This is the part of me that people choose to attack first. This is the part of me that my family stares at in any given situation. I’m struggling, not only with the concept that beauty is so much more than the size of my clothing, but to love myself. ALL of myself. To love thy belly.
My Snow White fantasies……
I actually wish there was a chubby Disney princess… so that all the little girls that are like I was (grade 1 and a women’s size 10 - no joke) could feel okay about having a bigger body and not looking like everyone else… and still be able to feel like they too, could be a princess.
(via bbwprincess)
loving yourself is hard.
I’m not somebody who has ever possessed a great deal of confidence. I have a low self-esteem.
I’ll be turning 25 in two weeks; I’m a size 22/24/26 depending. Most often a 24/26.
I’ve been self-conscious most of my life, I come from a family full of fat-shamers and people who completely support sizeism prejudices.
I don’t know how to love my body, or myself… but I’d like to learn how to. I’d like to learn how to love myself, because I can’t expect anyone else to do that for me. I want to learn to accept my body for every roll, stretch mark, lump and bump that it possesses.
I want to feel confident in my own body with my own skin, instead of staring at my reflection and going “cut this, trim this, slim down here”.
I’m ready.
Let me learn to love myself.
I either need to go to bed earlier, or learn how to tune those voices out.
I need to print this out & put it on my wall. I need to say this out loud to myself every day until I believe it.
iwanttobelieve. learnlearnlearnlearn. trusttrusttrust.
there is so much more to me than what meets the eye. I am so much more then the size of my clothes.
