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(Source: finalfatfight)

(Reblogged from kimberly-renae)
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1.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says ‘No, you are beautiful.’
I wonder why I cannot be both.
He kisses me
hard.

2.
My college theater professor once told me
that despite my talent,
I would never be cast as a romantic lead.
We do plays that involve singing animals
and children with the ability to fly,
but apparently no one
has enough willing suspension of disbelief
to go with anyone loving a fat girl.
I daydream regularly
about fucking my boyfriend vigorously on his front lawn.

3.
On the mornings I do not feel pretty,
while he is still asleep,
I sit on the floor and check the pockets of his skinny jeans for motive,
for a punchline,
for other girls’ phone numbers.

4.
When we hold hands in public,
I wonder if he notices the looks —
like he is handling a parade balloon on a crowded sidewalk;
if he notices that my hands are now made of rope.

5.
Dear Cosmo: Fuck you.
I will not take sex tips from you
on how to please a man you think I do not deserve.

6.
He tells me he loves me with the lights on.

7.
I can cup his hip bone in my hand,
feel his ribs without pressing very hard at all.
He does not believe me when I tell him he is beautiful.
Sometimes I fear the day he does will be the day he leaves.

8.
The cute hipster girl at the coffee shop
assumes we are just friends
and flirts over the counter.
I spend the next two weeks
mentally replacing myself with her
in all of our photographs.
When I admit this to him
we spend the evening taking new photos together.
He will not let me delete a single one of them.

9.
The phrase “Big girls need love too” can die in a fire.
Fucking me does not require an asterisk.
Loving me is not a fetish.
Finding me beautiful is not a novelty.
I am not a fucking novelty.

10.
I say, ‘I am fat.’
He says, ‘No. You are so much more’,
and kisses me
hard.

Rachel Wiley  (via howweknewit)

I honestly find it disgusting the way society makes big girls feel that just because we’re big, we can’t be loved or be beautiful. I don’t feel the same way about all of these things, but I know that there are people out there who feel this way too and it makes me sad. You can be big, beautiful, AND with a great personality. People need to realize that not everyone has a “fetish” and that men can fall in love with a big girl, find her beautiful, and love her personality all at the same time. The more I see things like this the more I want to prove these people wrong. 

A man will find you beautiful whether you’re big or small, and he will love your personality too. He will love you for BOTH. And don’t forget about big men either! There’s someone out there for you too, big or small someone will find you handsome and love your personality too. Just don’t forget that it’s all subjective. (also I realize that after I posted this that it was a quote… oops!) <3 gloria

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(Source: sweetdeltablues)

(Reblogged from glowpinkstah)

My mother sent me this video, and I just had to share it.

I’ve Just Gotta Laugh… And Soak

I lose some weight, get a hair cut, get my mani/pedi done regularly, stop hiding behind my hair and my hoody, and my husband gets hit on.  Right in front of me, mind you.  On days when I’m feeling like shit and just down on myself, I like to have a mini-spa night.  So, I’m going to:

  • Run a bath.  Drop a Sex Bomb into the water.
  • Apply some Cupcake Fresh Face Mask.
  • Pumice my feet to keep ‘em smooth.
  • Use my Each Peach massage bar on my achy legs.
  • Meditate on all the things I’m grateful for - including my flirt-worthy husband.
  • Drink some jasmine tea and read a book.
  • Think about all the things I’ve accomplished - the most recent being completing the Couch to 5K program earlier this morning.

I haven’t even started and I feel better.  Time to go make this all a reality.

Bold as Love To my friends and family, thank you so much for all of the lovely comments and words of encouragement. I&#8217;ve decided to post my first before/after shot when I saw the comments I received on Facebook.  I&#8217;m so grateful for all the love and support that I&#8217;m glad to share this photo (and my weight) here.  I just wanted to be happy, fit, and healthy.  I&#8217;m finally on my way there. View high resolution

Bold as Love

To my friends and family, thank you so much for all of the lovely comments and words of encouragement.

I’ve decided to post my first before/after shot when I saw the comments I received on Facebook.  I’m so grateful for all the love and support that I’m glad to share this photo (and my weight) here.  I just wanted to be happy, fit, and healthy.  I’m finally on my way there.

My Experience at Hot Yoga

A few random thoughts on the Bikram Yoga class I took today.

  • I was the only fat person there.  I felt uneasy about it until we got started.  Once we were in motion, I didn’t have time to give a crap about stupid insecurities.  Though I teetered out of some balance poses, I held my own for the most part.  I finished the class without getting dizzy or having to skip entire sets.  Whenever I lost my balance or got a foot cramp, I tapped it out and went back into the pose. 
  • The room smelled slightly of BO when I entered.  There were only three people in the room at the time, so I prepared for it to get worse.  I also mentally prepared myself to be blamed for the smell in the room due to my weight (more stupid insecurities).  I’m not trying to be catty, or judgmental, but an unpleasant odor in a hot room is not the best experience.  However, the smell did not worsen so it didn’t even matter. 
  • My instructor was excellent.  She was knowledgeable, supportive, and personable.  She made sure to fill me in on the points I may not have been aware of as a newcomer.  When I executed good form, she was sure to say so.  It was a major confidence booster. 
  • For the first time in a long time, I’m sleepy at an appropriate time.  I hope this means sleep!  I’ve also learned that I’m in serious need of foot stretches.  I’m admittedly lazy about stretching my feet after a run, only because they don’t feel as though they hurt afterward.  That’s not going to fly anymore though.
  • I enjoyed it immensely, and will be taking it as regularly as I can.  I can’t wait to be at the level some of the experts in the class are at.  They looked beautiful in their poses (I was encouraged to look at them when I wasn’t sure of the pose, I wasn’t being a creep or anything).
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(Source: thesatisfiedmind)

(Reblogged from queencitywitch)

Self-Compassion

paolasvoice:

I challenge you (and myself) to take a day off of being self-deprecating.  I challenge you to say, “Thank you” when someone pays you a compliment today, instead of “Don’t let the makeup fool you.”  I encourage you to comfort yourself when things don’t go as planned, rather than beat yourself up over it. 

Most of you are so compassionate toward others.  Why not be just as compassionate with yourself? 

Peace and Love,

Paola

(Reblogged from paolasvoice)
As I was walking home, some child in a red car called me fat.  All the progress I&#8217;ve made, and here was this random stranger attempting to destroy it all without even knowing it.  My first instinct was to write an angry letter offering a steaming hot cup of shut the fuck up with a slice of get a fucking life.  Instead, I put the kettle on, called my mother, and had an angry cry.  As we were talking, it occurred to me that this person must feel incredibly lousy about his life that he felt the need to entertain himself with my struggle.  Or maybe he has a great life and he&#8217;s just a dick.  He doesn&#8217;t know me, and he doesn&#8217;t know about the progress I&#8217;ve made.  I do though, so good going there, Skippy.  Way to judge a book by its cover.  But thanks for the extra push I needed to get to the gym tonight for my 5K training.  Here&#8217;s wishing you all the love and peace that you obviously need in your life. View high resolution

As I was walking home, some child in a red car called me fat.  All the progress I’ve made, and here was this random stranger attempting to destroy it all without even knowing it.  My first instinct was to write an angry letter offering a steaming hot cup of shut the fuck up with a slice of get a fucking life.  Instead, I put the kettle on, called my mother, and had an angry cry. 

As we were talking, it occurred to me that this person must feel incredibly lousy about his life that he felt the need to entertain himself with my struggle.  Or maybe he has a great life and he’s just a dick.  He doesn’t know me, and he doesn’t know about the progress I’ve made.  I do though, so good going there, Skippy.  Way to judge a book by its cover.  But thanks for the extra push I needed to get to the gym tonight for my 5K training.  Here’s wishing you all the love and peace that you obviously need in your life.

Nothing is more powerful than a solid support system - a note of encouragement &amp; congratulations from my parents regarding my recent fitness-related accomplishments. View high resolution

Nothing is more powerful than a solid support system - a note of encouragement & congratulations from my parents regarding my recent fitness-related accomplishments.