Big saggy boobs
I’m a warrior ✨
All of these things are deemed unacceptable by the societal beauty standards that we are faced with daily, but I couldn’t care less anymore because I have bigger things to worry about in life than trying to constantly change and shape my body to fit an unattainable narrative driven by the beauty industry.
some days I wake up and I thing ‘YASSS QUEEEN WERK IT’
Other days I wake up and I’m very meh about my appearance but those are the days I challenge myself.
My body confidence is just as up and down as my emotional swings, In fact they very much align with them.
Mental illness and body image issues go hand in hand and I don’t feel as though this gets spoken about enough.
Me and @selfloveclubb had a discussion about it over dinner today and I feel the need to speak out about it.
Body positivity, body confidence and self love ties in with mental illness a lot, I’m not fully able bodied and that affects my mental health.
I live with bpd so I have unstable sense of self so of course my body confidence shoots up and down in line with that.
And again living with mental illness is literally a constant battle of self hate, so yeah self love doesn’t just happen overnight.
All of this, is a journey.
My mental health, my physical health my body confidence and self love etc it all ties into one big journey I am on.
And I will keep fighting and striving to attain peace with my self and my body.
💛 - lingerie set from @brastop #selflove#selfloveclubb#bodylove#bodyconfidence#bodypositive#brastop#bpd#bpdblogger#borderlinepersonalitydisorder#mentalillness#mentalhealthadvocate
5655312 May, 2018
The thing about living with bpd is that sometimes I look at myself and feel confident, know who I am, what I want in life and feel okay with who I am and what I am doing.
But I could wake up the next day and not recognise the person staring back at me in the mirror, I could despise my entire appearance, not know why I’m here in this life or what I even want out of it.
Having an unstable sense of self is so hard to live with, it’s turbulent.
I’m lucky enough to say I feel more grounded in life.
through therapy I’ve been given the opportunity to truly to discover who I am and I’m coming out of her shadows.
I still have bad day, sometimes even bad weeks but I pull myself out of them with skills I have acquired, one of the skills I use is lists,
I write down things I know I am truly interested in and things I deeply know about the type of person I am and they help me focus.
I’ve hid in the dark for so many years, I’ve berated myself and my body for not conforming.
thanks to therapy and the hard work I’ve been putting into myself, I can say i like myself and my body, I am not ashamed to be me anymore
I’m happy to say I’m weird, nerdy, fat, overly emotional and sensitive
I handle me at my worst all the damn time, I’m a fucking badass and I think we all need reminding of that
You are the one who holds yourself up through the toughest of times and keeps going, can you see how damn strong you are?
I’ve spent so many years trying to shrink every ounce of who I am
I’d squeeze my stomach into corsets and tummy control vests and be uncomfortable, that’s not healthy and now I can say I’m allowing myself to breathe easier without those things
The way the media portrays standards of beauty is damaging, it’s damaged me and yes, I’m bouncing back from it but some people don’t have that luxury
We need to stop damaging people with impossible body standards, our mental health is just as important and the stigma placed on people who don’t fit into these ridiculous beauty standards are bound to develop ill mental health, behaviours of self hate and constant self doubt
WE MUST DO BETTER. #bodylove#bodyconfidence#mentalhealthadvocate#bpd#selflove#brastop
I do my best to celebrate my body, I do my best to appreciate it and accept it for what it is and what it can do
I’ve been struggling with that recently, I’ve been struggling to be okay with a body that can’t do so many things it used to, I struggle to celebrate my body when I feel like it’s letting me down
I promised myself once my mental health was more under control I’d return to martial arts and now I’m having to put that on the bench because my body keeps letting me down
I crash if I do too much but ‘too much’ differs daily
I’m struggling, and that’s okay.
Receiving this new lingerie set helped remind me my body may have slowed down a lot, I may be ill chronically and mentally, I may be fat and have stretch marks all over me
But I’m still here, and I’m still fighting and recognising that not only is my body beautiful, it is fighting along side me to keep me going.
Oftentimes I wish for a different body, one that doesn’t feel as though it’s falling apart, one that has less lumps and bumps but those thoughts aren’t as long lasting as they used to be, I’m a work in progress.
Bodies are pretty cool.
-lingerie is @curvykate purple Dottie from @brastop #brastop#lingerie#lingeriemodel#influencer#plussize#fatanddisabled#disabilibabe#disabledandcute#bodyconfidence#selflove#chronicillness#bpd#bpdblogger#chronicpain#chronicfatigue#cptsd#ptsd#depression#anxiety#ibs#endometriosis
Tips for those in relationships with people with BPD 💘
My other half does find BPD a *lot* to wrap their head around (and lets be honest - I actually *have* BPD and even I find it a lot to wrap my head around!) 😣
So although all relationships (and people!) are different - so these would need certain points adding / removing / editing ... I love this idea!💡 •
Went out with friends on friday night and remembered what it's like to let loose and relax without stressing too much after the worst day I've had since I went inpatient in October. I love my chosen family more than words could ever describe because through thick and thin weve kept each other afloat. Oh... also lazor tag
I step forward and I’m there, the jagged rocks below seem to have took on a human form, sharp clawing hands groping at my weary body, I’m tired now, my mind has been weakened by the never ending battles with the demons that reside inside of me,
My eyes glaze over as images of my past and present race across them, my tortured mind aches for the sweet release of death, my blackened heart yearns for the beautiful touch of another’s love,
I step out in the nothingness and into the cold embrace of death, as I plummet towards the ground below the grotesque shaped rocks seem to mock my impending doom,
I spread my arms out wide and feel the cold wind rushing at my face, a manic smile spreads across my face as I begin to laugh uncontrollably at the screams from the gathering crowd, then it’s over, my body smashes into the sharp rocks and the most beautiful pains spreads across me, I’m still smiling as my eyes begin to darken, I feel my eyes close for the final time,
My mind has stopped the excruciating torture, my heart has given up its futile chase of love,
then it’s finally here,
🚨 New Post 🚨
Today I’m losing friends and influencing people (geddit). No, for real, I might ruffle a few feathers but I’m talking about something I’ve come across a lot recently on Instagram - posting self harm images. (Link in bio)
As always, all thoughts 💭 and experiences welcome 🙏 in the comments 👇👇