I’m sorry for the generic post.
This is my mother. She is 54 years old.
Today, while out shopping for well-needed new pants, my mom cried in the ladies dressing room because a pair of jeans didn’t fit. She didn’t let me see, but I could tell she had cried a little when she exited the room because her eyes were reddish and glossy. She looked sad, and said, “I’m too fat for these jeans,” and other things alike. I have never been so heartbroken in my entire life, and I almost cried.
I feel like my mom thinks she is too ugly to wear certain things, and I see it every tie we go shopping. “I can’t wear this shirt, it will show how fat I am,” or, “I can’t fit in this top because it will show my bulges.”
Please tumblr, I want to show my mom that I am not the only person that thinks she is absolutely beautiful. In fact, she is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life.
Please reblog this and help me prove to her that hundreds, maybe thousands of other people think she is beautiful, too. I really want to try and boost her confidence, I love my mother so much.
Please help my friend out.
Everyone should feel beautiful, including her mother.
Show some love.ugh ;_____; my mom says this same stuff. she’s gotten better about it lately i think but still. it’s so fucking heartbreaking
(Source: eridan-amporadorable)
Quand j’ai l’impression de ne pas avancer dans mes planches.
I made this to show everyone that number sizes always differ. I always used to freak out when I had to go up a size at store, but things are just made differently! I took all three of these photos today.
LOOK AT THIS MY FRIENDS. So important.
A lot of stores will actually make their size numbers smaller than the actual fit so girls feel more confident shopping there and wearing the pants.
Have the courage to begin the new life that each day brings you. To begin anew we must say good bye to who we once were. No matter what changes or losses you have experienced, step back and see where you need to begin! You can do it!!! You have the power to do ANYTHING!!!! Believe in yourself, what are you waiting for?! Here’s to new beginnings! Here’s to healthy living! ;)
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Beautiful girl, in both photos!
WARNING: Picture might be considered obscene because subject is not thin. And we all know that only skinny people can show their stomachs and celebrate themselves. Well I’m not going to stand for that. This is my body. Not yours. MINE. Meaning the choices I make about it, are none of your fucking business. Meaning my size, IS NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS.
If my big belly and fat arms and stretch marks and thick thighs offend you, then that’s okay. I’m not going to hide my body and my being to benefit your delicate sensitivities.
This picture is for the strange man at my nanny’s church who told me my belly was too big when I was five.
This picture is for my horseback riding trainer telling me I was too fat when I was nine.
This picture is for the girl from summer camp who told me I’d be really pretty if I just lost a few pounds
This picture is for all the fucking stupid advertising agents who are selling us cream to get rid of our stretch marks, a perfectly normal thing most people have (I got mine during puberty)
This picture is for the boy at the party who told me I looked like a beached whale.
This picture is for Emily from middle school, who bullied me incessantly, made mocking videos about me, sent me nasty emails, and called me “lard”. She made me feel like I didn’t deserve to exist. Just because I happened to be bigger than her. I was 12. And she continued to bully me via social media into high school.
MOST OF ALL, this picture is for me. For the girl who hated her body so much she took extreme measures to try to change it. Who cried for hours over the fact she would never be thin. Who was teased and tormented and hurt just for being who she was.
I’m so over that.
THIS IS MY BODY, DEAL WITH IT.
and FUCK YOU ALL who tried to degrade my being and sense of self with your hurtful comments and actions.
GUESS WHAT IT DIDN’T WORK HAHAHAHAH
xoxoxoxoxoox
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POLAND. 1948. Teresa, a child in a residence for disturbed children, grew up in a concentration camp. She drew a picture of “home” on the blackboard.
