Whitney. Size 20-24. Have been following your blog for a while, but this is my first submission. Slowly starting to feel comfortable in my own skin, which is a new feeling for me! Tried on a bunch of dresses today and thought this one looked particularly cute.
Stop by and say hi! http://savethehealer.tumblr.com
USA size 22-24
I’m all about loving who you are regardless of any “flaws” you have.
Happy and confident not to mention proud to be a fat accepting, happy Pansexual :)
I love life, and love to meet new people!! Stop by and say hello!
hey, this is me eating a cake. this is also me on a party and this is me having a good night out with my friends.
I struggle since some days again with myself. And I crave for words of support.
I have a blog where I post photos of me eating in public because it has been a big struggle for me. and it is such an important topic. it would make me really happy to see other people submitting photos of them selves eating. I believe that we are stronger together.we do not owe justification to anybody about where, when and what we put in our mouth and we can thrive instead of feeling shamed in this hyper visible situation of “being a fat person who dares to eat in public.
lots of love
keep your head up*
Hi! My name is Zoe c: I am 19 and a size 16/18 US.
I have submitted before and got amazing responses. If it wasn’t for you lovely ladies I would never have become so proud of who I am.
I’m lohi, size 12/14 US
ive recently discovered my love for all things high waisted and these pants i got in thailand
first time submitting
support your local fat girl sporting a crop top xo
US size 14 blog
This pic is from several months ago. Here’s something I wrote to go along with my beautiful face :) :)
What does it mean that when I weigh in at 204 pounds I instantly feel guilty? What did I do wrong? Why do I feel that the superficial health of my body should be any source of superiority? Why am I now inferior? Am I know inferior? Everything seems to be telling me “yes” but I just have the strongest feeling that it’s “no.” Like I am still doing okay. Like sometimes my concerns about going up a size don’t have to be present at every meal. At any meal? What would that mean if that were true? But it is true. It is fucking true.
I weighed in at, hey let’s just round up, 205 pounds today. My boobs are bigger. My ass is bigger, my stomach is bigger. Still soft and smooth and rough and wet in all the right places.
follow me at rachiewins.tumblr.com <3