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Fierce about my Curves


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How I learned to love my body

In the present day, I am a 22 year-old old feminist with a fierce personality, a severe confidence about my rockin’ body and a heart so big it takes up more space than the solar system.

But, I wasn’t always that way.

At 14, I was awkward and misplaced, thrown into a rich town with stick-thin girls who were always well-dressed and groomed. I stuck out like a sore thumb. While all the other girls were flat-chested and adorned with tube tops and skin-tight jeans, I developed large, clunky breasts and a wide set of “child-bearing” hips. The boys in my classes were always staring at me. Whether it was with wonder or critique, I’m not sure. All I knew was that I wished my wide hips would shrivel up and fit into those size-two jeans I had been eying for days. The girls would tease me, saying that I was fat, and it hurt. I cried sometimes about the differences between us, thinking all the while that I was ugly. They tortured me about my clothes and how curvy I was, all the while pummeling my self-confidence and esteem. It just destroyed me.

As I grew into myself, I began to notice that I had physical attributes not everyone had. My waist was small and curvy, filling out dresses in ways that would turn heads. My hips were perfect for my frame, my long legs stemming from their wide setting. I felt beautiful for the first time in my life. I began to educate myself on the different types of beautiful women, understanding that every woman is different and stunning in their own way. Since, I have been unable to view myself as ugly. I am a foxy woman with some beautiful curves! And I wouldn’t change that for anything!



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    I’ve struggled with Anorexia and Bulimia, self harm, and depression. I still do. And though I have good days where I truly feel better, the bad days seem to take up more of my life, and I can’t see it getting better.
    I try so hard and I want to be beautiful, but it seems to take a lot to get there, a lot that I don’t have..

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    Marin James

    I wish I had that same confidence. I always say that I’m okay with my body but I don’t think I really am. Someday I wish to be more accepting with it. <3

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    i know how u feel my doctor is sayin i have to loose weight and im like but im happy with my body.. ya i dont fit in a size 2 or 7 jeans and i dnt wear size small jeans, but i look good in my clothes. im probly the only grl that has big breast at the new school that i go to.. but im like who cares.. im 14 and im bullyed about my weight and im like its really not my fault. my dad says that if i would get off my lazy ass than i would loose weight.. but truth is i do i play sports like crazy..

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