Staying body positive all the time is hard, frankly, it’s impossible. We are so used to seeing and hearing messages of body hate, that we have become accustomed to the feelings of low self-esteem that so many of us are dealing with. Even the most positive of body positive activists have days when they look in the mirror and shudder – but that’s not our fault, sometimes it’s a challenge to stay positive about our bodies. Continue reading
When we talk about bodies, the conversations we have rarely revolve around the things that we like about them, more so, the things we’d like to change about them. Many of us strive to include body positive or self-confidence boosting language in much of what we do, but every now and again, we may unintentionally use body shaming language in our discussions that may influence those surrounding us, as well as our own mindsets. Here are 5 Ways You Might Be Using Body Shaming Language (& How to Be More Mindful of It).
The burlesque and drag worlds are rife with diversity, vibrancy and ‘alternative’ ways of living – some of which, sadly, don’t get the representation that they deserve in mainstream society.
The world is an unforgiving place and rarely extends the arm of acceptance out to those who appear ‘different’ in the eyes of a society so blindsided by presumed ‘normality’. Here, I interview Tyler T Love, transmasculine powerhouse about living his burlesque and drag life to the fullest, how he overcomes body image issues and how he is basically a total badass…
At nearly 26 years old, I thought that I’d left bullies in my childhood, but as it turns out – I was wrong.
You’re the creep in our inbox; you’re the stranger in the street; you’re the clique in the workplace; you’re the loved one who ‘means well’; you’re the keyboard-warrior; you’re the anxiety in our lives – you’re the bully who never grew up. In some ways you’re more toxic than the childhood bullies we encountered in our youth – only now, you should know better. That’s what shocks me the most about your behaviour, on some level you know that what you’re doing is wrong, yet for some reason you can’t seem to stop yourself.
I hate to admit it, but as much as we strive for a better body image, we still exist in a space where worth is measured by the size of our waist-lines and how bright our highlight is. Whilst some have opened up discussions about their own body image and seek self-acceptance, there are others who have fallen victim to the negative self-image that society foists upon us. But all is not lost! If you’re looking to rid yourself from the constraints of toxic diet culture and appearance-based expectations, then a better body image awaits – here are 5 things that you can do every day to improve your body image.
If like me, you are immersed in body positive culture, you would have noticed the community has blossomed in recent years. As something that started out as a fat activism movement, the community has now garnered an abundance of followers, supporters and activists of all body shapes and sizes. Hallelujah! But, within the BoPo world, there have been a few circumstances whereby body positivity and everything that it stands for has been used as a buzzword to throw around by many who are seeking notoriety within the community.
While many body positive activists, myself included, exclaim as loudly as our caps lock lets us that, BODY POSITIVITY IS FOR ALL BODIES and that WE CAN WEAR WHAT WE WANT and that WE ARE WORTHY OF LOVING THE SKIN WE’RE IN – our words are still falling on ignorant ears. The fact is, while body positivity has made the mainstream a (slightly) more diverse and bearable place, the body positive crowd seems to have thinned out somewhat in recent months.
Whether you’re single or not, it’s impossible to ignore the imminent arrival of Valentine’s Day. Slowly but surely the shelves become full of all manner of heart-shaped goodies, fluffy teddy bears and rose petals. Whilst we feel the pressure to couple up on this rose-tinted day, there’s something that deserves more attention than your significant other – you. Continue reading
“Eat up, fatty!” – the fries thudded against my side and splattered me in a slimy film of ketchup. Blinking back tears, I assured my friends that I was in fact okay and that my coat was getting old anyway.
In fact, this act of hate – and it was an act of hate – was something that would stay with me for a long time. For what had provoked this car full of gaggling men to throw their uneaten fries at me from a moving car, jeering as they went? Why did they feel the need to tarnish my memories? To them, I was rubbish and I was as disposable as their leftovers, all because of the size of my body.