This is a body acceptance blog.

Why "take fat back"? Because for too long, the word "fat" has been used as an insult -- a way to mock someone, or imply lack of worth or value. For too long, fatness has been equated with ugliness, laziness, or worthlessness.

That is not accurate, and that is not okay.

We're taking "fat" back.We're taking back horizontal stripes and colorful, "non-slimming" tops. We're taking back skinny jeans and bathing suits. We're taking back carefree Saturdays and self-reflection. We're taking back unconditional self-acceptance and winning the daily morning battle with the mirror. And most of all, we're taking back our right to love our bodies, our minds, and our souls, regardless of shape, size, gender, color, sex, religion, ability, sexual orientation, or ethnicity.
This blog is dedicated to you--a beautiful person with a beautiful body. All of you-- "fat," "skinny," somewhere in the middle--it doesn't matter. You are beautiful, and worthwhile.

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morethanjustanumber:

Natalie. 

22. Size 22. 305 lbs. 

“If a size 2 is beautiful, than my size 22 must be glorious!”

MAD FITNESS: GET EDUCATED ON FAT HEALTH →

getfitmadison:

Recently, there’s been a lot of arguments on my dash about fat being unhealthy versus healthy. It’s gotten pretty ugly, but I just have to put my voice in on this conversation. LINK TO ARTICLES FOLLOW.

First and foremost, it’s not our job to decide what’s healthy for other people. Make your…

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Excuse me while I throw this down, I’m old and cranky and tired of hearing the idiocy repeated by people who ought to know better.

Real women do not have curves. Real women do not look like just one thing.

Real women have curves, and not. They are tall, and not. They are brown-skinned, and olive-skinned, and not. They have small breasts, and big ones, and no breasts whatsoever.

Real women start their lives as baby girls. And as baby boys. And as babies of indeterminate biological sex whose bodies terrify their doctors and families into making all kinds of very sudden decisions.

Real women have big hands and small hands and long elegant fingers and short stubby fingers and manicures and broken nails with dirt under them.

Real women have armpit hair and leg hair and pubic hair and facial hair and chest hair and sexy moustaches and full, luxuriant beards. Real women have none of these things, spontaneously or as the result of intentional change. Real women are bald as eggs, by chance and by choice and by chemo. Real women have hair so long they can sit on it. Real women wear wigs and weaves and extensions and kufi and do-rags and hairnets and hijab and headscarves and hats and yarmulkes and textured rubber swim caps with the plastic flowers on the sides.

Real women wear high heels and skirts. Or not.

Real women are feminine and smell good and they are masculine and smell good and they are androgynous and smell good, except when they don’t smell so good, but that can be changed if desired because real women change stuff when they want to.

Real women have ovaries. Unless they don’t, and sometimes they don’t because they were born that way and sometimes they don’t because they had to have their ovaries removed. Real women have uteruses, unless they don’t, see above. Real women have vaginas and clitorises and XX sex chromosomes and high estrogen levels, they ovulate and menstruate and can get pregnant and have babies. Except sometimes not, for a rather spectacular array of reasons both spontaneous and induced.

Real women are fat. And thin. And both, and neither, and otherwise. Doesn’t make them any less real.

There is a phrase I wish I could engrave upon the hearts of every single person, everywhere in the world, and it is this sentence which comes from the genius lips of the grand and eloquent Mr. Glenn Marla: There is no wrong way to have a body.

I’m going to say it again because it’s important: There is no wrong way to have a body.

And if your moral compass points in any way, shape, or form to equality, you need to get this through your thick skull and stop with the “real women are like such-and-so” crap.

You are not the authority on what “real” human beings are, and who qualifies as “real” and on what basis. All human beings are real.

Yes, I know you’re tired of feeling disenfranchised. It is a tiresome and loathsome thing to be and to feel. But the tit-for-tat disenfranchisement of others is not going to solve that problem. Solidarity has to start somewhere and it might as well be with you and me.

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Hanne Blank (via thestoutorialist)

taking anon off for awhile

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stophatingyourbody:

G’day, ladies and gentlemen! Just your randomly appearing fat guy! It’s JakeGrifball again, here to remind all of yous people that you are indeed beautiful/handsome/awesome/whatever-else-I-can-think-of. It’s been a while, and thought it was time to come back for another post. Fourth submission I think? Don’t remember.

Anyways, this was a tummy Tuesday photo I posted a week or two ago, t’is an awesome display of my fatness. I am completely okay with being a big guy, I know I’m handsome, I go to the gym to keep my health in check, but remain big. And that’s okay!

See, I had a nice little experience the other week, one which I’ve been trying to upload a video about, but Tumblr, being less than co-operational, isn’t letting me. So, I’ll just tell the story via text.

I’ll put a trigger warning for fat phobia, just because, so [TW: fat phobia, concern troll, etc.]:

So, I was walking my dog around our block last week, and as we get closer to my house, a car that had turned out of one of the cul-de-sacs in the area I live pulls up to the sidewalk and rolls down the window. A gentleman is inside, dressed all spiffy and what-have-you, and he says “That’s a cool lookin’ dog, man.” I have a huge basset hound, of course he’s cool! Anyways, he begins to talk about how he’s a personal trainer, and wanted to give me his card. I, for a minute, thought he was talking about dog training, which we kind of do need for Trouble, he’s a maniac. As he hands me the card, I read it over and say thank you as he begins to pull off. Just at that time, I noticed the words “Tired? Overweight? Lose weight and feel great about yourself!” He was a personal trainer as in fitness trainer.

I was kind of stuck for a second as what to say. I wasn’t offended, I wasn’t ashamed of myself, I was just straight pissed off. Seriously? I know I’m a big guy, I don’t need to be reminded by some business card. I get what he is trying to do and promote his business, but I have never once seen this guy handing cards out to the thinner folk in my neighborhood, and he says he’s lived here for about five years. I’ve lived here for two. It was just kind of shocking, to say the least.

The positive thing: I’m happy with myself, so this didn’t make me go home and be upset with myself. It didn’t make me question my weight or appearance. All it did was piss me off that someone like that lives right near me. The audacity of some people. Besides, his prices are ridiculous anyways, Planet Fitness is a much better joint, and it isn’t focused on weight loss.

People like that are the reason others do harmful things to their bodies, and it just isn’t right. This whole thought of “someone who is overweight must be unhappy and unfit” needs to fucking change!

And, shameless self-plug, etc., etc.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION!

Anon, I’ve tried to humor you for long enough. First of all, you don’t know what I look like, nor do you know the status of my health or weight. Second of all, it’s obvious to me that you have never tried to lose a significant amount of weight—if you had, you would know that for many people, it can be pretty much impossible. I have told you my piece about the purpose of this blog, and I’m not going to argue with you any longer.

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I’m not saying that there aren’t health risks associated with being obese. You know what else some scientists have claimed has health risks? Having short index fingers. Does that mean I’m going to go out and try to shame someone for having short index fingers, because that’s unhealthy? For many, many people, it is extremely extremely difficult to “just lose weight.”

Also, let’s talk about the term “overweight,” because that implies that there is one “normal” weight for every single body of a certain height and gender. Do you really agree with that? We accept that people have different eye colors, different hair colors—why do we refuse to accept that people all have different body shapes? Some people have naturally heavier frames, while some people have naturally smaller ones. And that is why I’m saying that it is not my right, or yours, to judge them, because we are not their doctor and do not necessarily know what is healthier for each individual, and who would be “better off if they lost weight.”

Furthermore, my blog is not a health blog. I’m not trying to persuade everyone to go out and gain weight, just like I wouldn’t try to persuade everyone to go out and lose weight. Even if you were right about every single person who society deems “overweight” being better off losing weight—why does that mean that they shouldn’t be able to love and accept themselves regardless? When people set standards for themselves like “I’ll be happy about how I look once I lose 50lbs” or “I’ll buy a new dress once I’m 20lbs thinner,” they are setting themselves up to never be happy with how they look. Because there is always just 5 more pounds to lose, always just one dress size to go down.

Do you get what I’m saying? This isn’t just about people accepting their bodies, this is about people accepting themselves. This is about people not basing their worth on how they look, but rather the contents of their character. This is about refusing to participate in shaming other people, and in the process maybe becoming just a little bit closer to loving themselves completely.

hey guys!

I’m going to be slowing down on posting this week, because my finals week starts tomorrow and I will be very busy studying (lolasif)

Everyone else in the midst of finals, good luck! Remember to sleep, eat, drink water, and take care of yourself amidst finals rush!

“You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.”

-Maya Angelou  (via thatkindofwoman)

(Source: misswallflower)

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