stophatingyourbody: Before this summer I would have never been able let myself wear shorts this short. Before this summer I would have never been able let myself wear shorts this short, let alone have them be a color other than black or jean. I have always been insecure about my legs and stomach, and in ways I still am. For the longest time I suffered from an eating disorder because my mother would constantly push me and make comments about how I needed to lose weight, or be more girly, or to stop doing pointless things like art, or to wear clothes that covered up my faults like my legs and stomach. I would binge on food, eating until I felt sick, then I would tell myself I was disgusting and worthless and not eat or eat very little for three or four days after that. I would always revert back to food though, gorging myself again and repeating the cycle. I went on like this for about two years. I did it partially because I disliked my body, but mostly because I disliked myself because of how my mother made me feel. I couldn’t accept myself because of her words. And, I thought that if she couldn’t accept who I was then I could change my outside to make her and others accept me, but that’s not how it should be. The only way to can be happy it to listen to yourself and be thankful for what you have. It took me a long time to learn that, and even then I still have problems sometimes, but that’s okay. No one can ever make me feel less of myself anymore because I will go to hell and back before they do. I am proud of the body I was born with, sure it’s not perfect but it makes me who I am. I will now wear shorts proudly. BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

stophatingyourbody:

Before this summer I would have never been able let myself wear shorts this short. Before this summer I would have never been able let myself wear shorts this short, let alone have them be a color other than black or jean. I have always been insecure about my legs and stomach, and in ways I still am. For the longest time I suffered from an eating disorder because my mother would constantly push me and make comments about how I needed to lose weight, or be more girly, or to stop doing pointless things like art, or to wear clothes that covered up my faults like my legs and stomach. I would binge on food, eating until I felt sick, then I would tell myself I was disgusting and worthless and not eat or eat very little for three or four days after that. I would always revert back to food though, gorging myself again and repeating the cycle. I went on like this for about two years. I did it partially because I disliked my body, but mostly because I disliked myself because of how my mother made me feel. I couldn’t accept myself because of her words. And, I thought that if she couldn’t accept who I was then I could change my outside to make her and others accept me, but that’s not how it should be. The only way to can be happy it to listen to yourself and be thankful for what you have. It took me a long time to learn that, and even then I still have problems sometimes, but that’s okay. No one can ever make me feel less of myself anymore because I will go to hell and back before they do. I am proud of the body I was born with, sure it’s not perfect but it makes me who I am. I will now wear shorts proudly.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!