Feeling myself. Feeling my ability to love. Feeling my ability to care. Feeling my ability to speak my truth in the face of those trying to keep me silent. Feeling my intelligence. Feeling my heart. Feeling how I thrive in a world that tells me I’m not good enough. Feeling myself. Feeling these hips, and these arms, and these lips. Feeling my vulnerability and my strength. Feeling the jiggle of my body. Feeling my smile and my bitch face. Feeling the way I ask for more of myself and more of those who love me. Feeling my belief in you. Feeling the ways in which I, we, you, don’t have to play games, but demand to be seen, to thrive, to not be defined by the insecurity of others. Felling the power in my body, in my mind, in my heart, in the hope that lives inside me to you. Feeling the energy we give off as we come alive, as we fight for each other, as we share our stories. It’s a rumble I’m feeling, but not for long. A fierce, strong, long awaited rumble. #fattiesunite#takingupspace#bopo#bodypositive#fatbabe#debshops#ootdeb#plussize#psfashion
@yourstruelymelly speaking my truth. Breathe deeply, own your space, life fully.
Regrann from @yourstruelymelly - Why are we afraid to breathe? I’ve spent far too much of my life afraid of breathing heavy. Taking shallow breaths. Depriving my body of the oxygen it craves. My body dictates that heavy breathing makes me lazy, inactive, unhealthy. Yet heavy breathing is natural when we move our bodies, it’s necessary. And if I need to breathe, i should. It’s crazy to me how many things I’ve tried not to do in order to make up for or disguise my fatness. Don’t breathe heavy, don’t eat, don’t walk loudly, don’t be seen, take up less space. Instead I should move, explore, breathe, be comfortable, feed my mind and body. Living in a fat body is an experience beyond compare. To feel as if our breaths are too much, our bodies, our weight. We are fully aware. The thing is, our bodies are worthy. We should use and live and thrive in them. We should be able to live without thinking about how our every move, our every breath will be read. We should be able to exist in our bodies without the judgement of others for simply existing. #fatbabe#bopo#plussize#takingupspace#breathe - #regrann
"yOuR'e BeCoMiNg a VeGAn?? jUsT DoN'T LoSE yOUr GaInssss"
Granted, I've only been only on this lil vegan experiment for maybe a month or so but all I've lost is body fat. Weight hasn't changed (gaining muscle, yay!) and I'm setting PR's in all of my lifts. Weird.
Jag undrar om det kommer komma en dag då en kvinna kan bara få existera?
Kunna få vara en människa?
Kunna få vara ful, och ändå ha ett värde?
Kunna få vara skitsexig, och ändå tas på allvar?
Kunna få inte bry sig ett jävla skit om sitt utseende, och att det inte spelar någon roll?
Kunna ligga runt, utan att bli kallad hora?
Kunna göra misstag, och ändå ges nya chanser?
Kunna vara arg, och att det inte viftas bort?
Kunna röra sig i det offentliga rummet, och inte bli sexuellt trakasserad?
Kunna vara tjock, och inte skammas?
Kunna bli sketafull och inte behöva vara rädd för att bli våldtagen?
Kunna bli gammal, och ändå vara relevant?
Kunna få vara naken, utan att det betyder SEX?
I feel like I'm forever surrounded by diet culture, like it's forever forced down my throat just because of my size ... I've not asked for anyone's tips or advise or opinions on how I should lose weight. Yet you still feel entitled?? I know in the body positive world I have privilege ... And for that I am grateful and lucky but I'm still over here representing for the fat girl. .
The fat girl that was told she'd be pretty if she lost weight. For the fat girl that has been told she's pretty for a fat girl, or sexy for a fat girl. Or how she'd be sooooo much healthier if she dropped a few pounds. Fuck you ... You are not entitled! We don't owe you shit! Looking as us doesnt automatically mean you know our health, our history. .
We are beautiful ... We are worthy ... We are FABULOUS
P.S Does anyone else wear two pairs of tights when it's cold??