loki1181: randomlancila: nigga-chan: bigbellybabes: I promised myself that I’d take a picture for Tummy Tuesday, and well—here it is. I had another, more ‘flattering’ picture, that I was going to use, but then I said, y’know what? Fuck it. This is my belly, in all its glory. My belly has been the crux of my insecurities for years. Other body parts, I’ve been able to come to terms with. I don’t mind my big hips or my wide bum or my bodacious ta-tas. They don’t really bother me. But my belly? Well, my belly is the last part of me that needs to be accepted. I’m not there yet, but it’s getting closer. My belly has kept me out of booths at restaurants. It’s kept me off rides at amusement parks. It’s made pants look ridiculous. It’s made children point and ask their parents why I’m so big, do I have a baby inside me? It’s made men and women alike think that it’s okay to laugh at me. It’s been a political tool that people who don’t know better have used to ‘prove’ that I’m lazy, or that I don’t care about my health, my lifespan, or my future. But. My belly has also been with me through it all. Through surgeries, deaths of family members and loved ones, heartbreaks, suicide attempts, the times when I thought my world was ending, and the times I was so happy I thought my life couldn’t be real. My boyfriend loves it. My friend’s children love it. In fact, an unsettling amount of people have been a fan. And now I’m putting it out there. No photoshop, no angles, no flattering clothing to make it look smaller. This is my belly. It’s big. It’s squishy. It demands your attention. It’s mine. randomlancila.tumblr.com that dent in the middle, is that her bellybutton? omg what the fuck get the fuck out of here please go get some help because that is not healthy and disgusting as fuck omg how do you even get that size how is there that much fat around your ribcage that it oozes over your abdomen like that omg that is not a “belly” that is a fucking wall of fat on your body I have to reblog this for the comments. Seriously? It’s REALLY okay for people to be so hateful to someone JUST because of the way they look? tsk tsk.  Did the poster of the negative comments even READ what the op wrote? She mentions suicide attempts-I don’t know, but that kind of hatred may have contributed to her previous attempts, and may just contribute to further attempts! Instead of putting others down, why don’t you look at your reasons for hating in the first place? She’s done nothing to you; you’re the one with the issue. I don’t understand why people feel the need to care SOOOOO much about how they think people are living their lives wrong. Why the fuck do you care? Is it your life? Is it your body? NO! So go mind your own damn business. Nobody around here cares if you think her belly is unhealthy or big. She is a human being and is living her life for HERSELF to be HAPPY. Happiness isn’t skinny. Happiness isn’t rich. Go find your own happiness and stop shitting on everyone else’s. Her belly ain’t doin’ nothing to you so go fuck yahself. And don’t start preaching health to me because nobody else’s health is your damn business either. Go chug some more tumor causing splenda sweetened beverage and watch some more brainwash t.v.

loki1181:

randomlancila:

nigga-chan:

bigbellybabes:

I promised myself that I’d take a picture for Tummy Tuesday, and well—here it is. I had another, more ‘flattering’ picture, that I was going to use, but then I said, y’know what? Fuck it. This is my belly, in all its glory.

My belly has been the crux of my insecurities for years. Other body parts, I’ve been able to come to terms with. I don’t mind my big hips or my wide bum or my bodacious ta-tas. They don’t really bother me. But my belly? Well, my belly is the last part of me that needs to be accepted. I’m not there yet, but it’s getting closer.

My belly has kept me out of booths at restaurants. It’s kept me off rides at amusement parks. It’s made pants look ridiculous. It’s made children point and ask their parents why I’m so big, do I have a baby inside me? It’s made men and women alike think that it’s okay to laugh at me. It’s been a political tool that people who don’t know better have used to ‘prove’ that I’m lazy, or that I don’t care about my health, my lifespan, or my future.

But.

My belly has also been with me through it all. Through surgeries, deaths of family members and loved ones, heartbreaks, suicide attempts, the times when I thought my world was ending, and the times I was so happy I thought my life couldn’t be real. My boyfriend loves it. My friend’s children love it. In fact, an unsettling amount of people have been a fan. And now I’m putting it out there. No photoshop, no angles, no flattering clothing to make it look smaller.

This is my belly. It’s big. It’s squishy. It demands your attention. It’s mine.

randomlancila.tumblr.com

that dent in the middle, is that her bellybutton?

omg what the fuck get the fuck out of here please go get some help because that is not healthy and disgusting as fuck omg how do you even get that size how is there that much fat around your ribcage that it oozes over your abdomen like that omg that is not a “belly” that is a fucking wall of fat on your body

I have to reblog this for the comments. Seriously? It’s REALLY okay for people to be so hateful to someone JUST because of the way they look? tsk tsk.

 Did the poster of the negative comments even READ what the op wrote? She mentions suicide attempts-I don’t know, but that kind of hatred may have contributed to her previous attempts, and may just contribute to further attempts! Instead of putting others down, why don’t you look at your reasons for hating in the first place? She’s done nothing to you; you’re the one with the issue.

I don’t understand why people feel the need to care SOOOOO much about how they think people are living their lives wrong. Why the fuck do you care? Is it your life? Is it your body? NO! So go mind your own damn business. Nobody around here cares if you think her belly is unhealthy or big. She is a human being and is living her life for HERSELF to be HAPPY. Happiness isn’t skinny. Happiness isn’t rich. Go find your own happiness and stop shitting on everyone else’s. Her belly ain’t doin’ nothing to you so go fuck yahself.

And don’t start preaching health to me because nobody else’s health is your damn business either. Go chug some more tumor causing splenda sweetened beverage and watch some more brainwash t.v.