Curvy is a Lifestyle

stophatingyourbody:

Hi there!
My name is Kirra, and I am… Big. I have always been big, even when I was little. And because of this, I was the victim of bullying. I remember the first day of primary school, a boy came up to me in front of the whole class and said to my face: “You’re fat.” While everyone laughed at me. The teacher told him off, but it shattered my confidence completely. I before I started primary school I was talkative and maybe even over-confident, but after that incident I was never the same. And the bullying got even worse. Grade 2, I was nearly knocked unconscious because boys were “having fun” by beating me up. Grade 4, I was pushed down the stairs and nearly broke my arm. I didn’t have any real friends until I left the school, which wasn’t until I graduated to high school, (because my parents refused to let me change because it was a ‘good school’- which was a horrible lie). Yes it was hard, but I survived. I am still a big girl, but now after meeting fantastic friends who support me with everything I do I have started to regain my confidence, and I AM PROUD. I am proud of everything I have survived, my personality AND MY BODY. There is still a way to go for my confidence (even though I act like a confident person, I am not) and there are tones of things I would change about my self. I am happy, and someday you will be too.
It will get better, I promise.
xxx Kirra
BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

Hi there!

My name is Kirra, and I am… Big. I have always been big, even when I was little. And because of this, I was the victim of bullying. I remember the first day of primary school, a boy came up to me in front of the whole class and said to my face: “You’re fat.” While everyone laughed at me. The teacher told him off, but it shattered my confidence completely. I before I started primary school I was talkative and maybe even over-confident, but after that incident I was never the same. And the bullying got even worse. Grade 2, I was nearly knocked unconscious because boys were “having fun” by beating me up. Grade 4, I was pushed down the stairs and nearly broke my arm. I didn’t have any real friends until I left the school, which wasn’t until I graduated to high school, (because my parents refused to let me change because it was a ‘good school’- which was a horrible lie). Yes it was hard, but I survived. I am still a big girl, but now after meeting fantastic friends who support me with everything I do I have started to regain my confidence, and I AM PROUD. I am proud of everything I have survived, my personality AND MY BODY. There is still a way to go for my confidence (even though I act like a confident person, I am not) and there are tones of things I would change about my self. I am happy, and someday you will be too.

It will get better, I promise.

xxx Kirra

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

purpleglitteryeah:

It’s been awhile…

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whitney thompson

now, let’s get this straight… i may be a hairdresser, but i really don’t follow fashion or models.

but one thing i’ve been hooked on ever since season 3 is americas next top model. and who can forget whitney thompson?! the first plus size winner of antm. and she’s doing big things now!

http://www.wetpaint.com/americas-next-top-model/articles/antm-winner-whitney-thompson-explains-her-new-totally-honest-dating-site-exclusive-

she has developed a dating website for bigger ladies, which i think is such a good idea. i think it would be nice (if i were single.. being that i met my boyfriend from a dating website) to not feel inferior putting yourself out there next to all these women that you “think” are “better” than you because theyre 20 pounds thinner…

i know for me, being on those sites didn’t ever really make me feel that way, but i did have occasional feelings of “no one is looking for ME.” or “what if i look exceptionally good in these pictures and he meets me and he’s totally confused?” … i just think it’s really great what she’s doing for the online dating community.

her site is thebigandthebeautiful.com

even if you don’t want to JOIN her site, i think it’s important to support it :)

xoxo

Fat people who love themselves scare the shit out of people who don’t love themselves. Even fat people who are TRYING to love themselves scare the shit out of people who can’t do the same. We force people to have to look at why they hate their bodies because we are “supposed” to hate ours and we don’t. And sometimes they have no idea what to do with that, so they act like assholes.

Tigress Osborn (via shittyweekend)

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FYI…

i am always striving to find different ways to make myself healthier and to understand my body more, to better learn to accept myself…

one thing everything keeps coming back to is blood type.

it’s one of those things you don’t believe until you realize it’s all adding up: i am blood type A. i have been a vegetarian for 8 years (just because my body didnt agree with meat), i recently found out i was allergic to glutens, and the more i work out the worse i feel….

blood type A is considered the “classic vegetarian,” meaning there are a different amount of acids in our systems making it harder to digest meat. gluten allergies are also really common. and i learned today that light exercise and not overworking/overtraining the body is the key to being healthy with my blood type.

so i’m not going to get all super holistic, because that is just not me, but i am really leaning towards this being the key. this is really helping me understand who i am and learning to accept that i’m not an awful person because i look the way i do, rather i just need to approach things a little differently than everyone else. and who wants to do things the same way as everyone else anyway? <3

trustbeyondseeing:

I love my stretch marks and my belly. I couldn’t imagine myself without a belly. I love my body just the way it is.

I will not let others bring me down(:

youcouldntstopthelove:

Fat, curvy, thick, big, whatever you chose to call it thats me and I accept and LOVE my features.

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I Dare You To Care: Me and Mirrors ↘

there’s a lot of text here, but i think it’s beautiful.

someplaceiknow:

Mirrors and I have never been friends. They lie to me, tell me I am not beautiful, and convince me I am not worth it. On rare occasions, mirrors tell me I am pretty. This is cruelest trick of all. That one compliment convinces me to keep coming back and gives me a false friendship with the mirror. Soon I begin to trust the mirror and believe what it tells me again, then one day the false sense of security is shattered by a cutting comment. You are too fat. You could be prettier. You will never be enough. These thoughts are no different than before, however they hurt more. For a moment I had trusted the mirror to bring me joy and make me feel like I was worth something. That glimmer of hope was crushed by the those thoughts, and so was my spirit. A real friend would never do that to me. A real friend would make me feel like I was enough. A real friend, would do whatever it takes to make me feel loved. The mirror was never my friend, it was always my enemy. If there was a person who was always tearing me down, I would never bother trying to impress them. So why is it any different with a mirror? The mirror brings out the worst in me. My insecurities are displayed for me to see. So I work harder to make them disappear, but all of the effort that I put into making my insecurities vanish, just makes them a more dominant part of my reflection. Impressing the mirror will never be satisfying, it will never be enough.

But the thing is, I don’t need the disorted reflection in the mirror to tell me how to live my life. It is lying anyway. The mirror takes something beautiful and twists it with every insecure thought, every flaw, even things that aren’t there, and turns it into something ugly, somthing that is not me. This ugly, twisted image that I see as my reflection is not reality. It is the fear of imperfection created by my own mind. The mirror is not the true enemy, only its ally. Society has convinced my mind that I need to be perfect. Perfection is impossible. I will never be perfect, and if that is my only goal in life I will never feel accomplished. My goal in life is not to be friends with the mirror, but it is also not satifisfied with being enemies with the mirror. I want to be able to look past the mirrors twisted reflection and see what is truly there, something beautiful. I am worth it. I am beautiful. I am enough. Nothing will ever change that.

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truthandfashion:

Plus Model Denise Bidot.

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chubby-bunnies:

heyfatchick:

Kirsty of Fatty Unbound

!!!!!

I was watching this show the other night “cherrys body dilemmas” or something like that and this girl was on it talking about her blog. I thought she was lovely! <3

chubby-bunnies:

I’m 20 years old, and anywhere between a US size 22 and US size 28. It varies. I’m not only learning to accept my body, but I’m starting to love it more each day. I hope that everyone else can learn to love themselves too. <3