darshanapathak:

darshanapathak:

Where do I begin.

So I had the misfortune of finding out that a photo taken of me on vacation by my boyfriend, was stolen and used without my permission here on the lovely r/fatpeoplehate on reddit. It not only disappoints me that people think that this behavior is okay, but that this subreddit even exists and hasn’t been removed at this point. There are TONS of photos of (mostly) women posted there; selfies stolen their personal blogs/facebooks/instagrams what have you (WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION), and posted on this horrible subreddit for people to harass them and leave hundreds of negative comments bravely behind their computer screens where no one can see them. I have always struggled with my weight and found it hard to get dressed and leave my bed some days, and have only recently started to accept the person I am after years of depression and health issues. I feel extremely violated and hurt that someone thought it was okay to take something that isn’t theirs, and use it for their own amusement and kicks.

We have since contacted reddit requesting them to remove this subreddit, but I find that doubtful considering how many removal requests they have probably received in the past for this forum, and it still remains active.

All I ask from you guys, is that you can please signal boost this post and hopefully get this horrible subreddit taken down for good for the sake of the poor unsuspecting people whose privacy has been violated and self worth diminished by these garbage people who have nothing better to do.

xoxo

Darshana

thanks for all of your support so far! keep spreading the word

if you can, please message ‘caught-u-mirin’ on reddit (the person who stole my photo and made the post above) and kindly (or not) request him/her to remove that post!

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A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eight years old, she’s got pink cheeks that her grandmother calls chubby. She wants a second cookie but her aunt says “you’ll get huge if you keep eating.” She wants a dress and the woman in the changing room says “she’ll probably need a large in that.” She wants to have dessert and her waiter says “After all that dinner you just had? You must be really hungry!” and her parents laugh.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is eleven and she is picked second-to-last in gym class. She watches a cartoon and sees that everyone who is annoying is drawn with a big wide body, all sweaty and panting. At night she dreams she is swelling like the ocean over seabeds. When she wakes up, she skips school.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is thirteen and her friends are stick-thin ballerinas with valleys between their hipbones. She is instead developing the wide curves of her mother. She says she is thick but her friends argue that she’s “muscular” and for some reason this hurts worse than just admitting that she jiggles when she walks and she’ll never be a dancer. Eating seconds of anything feels like she’s breaking some unspoken rule. The word “indulgent” starts to go along with “food.”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fourteen and she has stopped drinking soda and juice because they bloat you. She always takes the stairs. She fidgets when she has to sit still. Whenever she goes out for ice cream, she leaves half at the bottom - but someone else always leaves more and she feels like she’s falling. She pretends to like salad more than she does. She feels eyes burrowing through her body while she eats lunch. Kate Moss tells her nothing tastes as good as skinny feels, but she just feels like she is wilting.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is fifteen the first time her father says “you’re getting gaunt.” She rolls her eyes. She eats one meal a day but thinks she stays the same size. Every time she picks up a brownie she thinks of the people she sees on t.v. and every time she has cake, she thinks of the one million magazine articles on restricting calories. She used to have no idea a flat stomach was supposed to be beautiful until she saw advice on how to achieve it. She cuts back on everything. She controls. They tell her she’s getting too thin but she doesn’t believe it.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is sixteen and tearing herself into shreds in order for a thigh gap big enough to hush the screams in her head. She doesn’t “indulge,” ever. She can’t go out with friends, they expect her to eat. She damns her sweet tooth directly to hell. It’s coffee for breakfast and tea for lunch and if there’s dance that evening, two cups of water and then maybe an apple. She lies all the time until she thinks the words will rot her teeth. She dreams about food when she sleeps. Her aunt begs her to eat anything, even just a small cookie. They say, “One bite won’t make you fat, will it, darling?”

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is seventeen and too sick to go to prom because she can’t stand up for very long. She thinks she wouldn’t look good in a dress anyway. Her nails are blue and not because they are painted. Her hair is too thin to do anything with. She’s tired all the time and always distracted. She once absently mentions the caloric value of grapes to the boy she is with and he looks at her like she’s gone insane and in that moment she realizes most people don’t have numbers constantly scrolling in their heads. She swallows hard and tries to figure out where it all went wrong, why more than a granola bar for a meal makes her feel sick, why she tastes disease and courts with death. She misses sleep. She misses being able to dream. She misses being herself instead of just being empty.

A FAT LITTLE GIRL
is twenty and writes poetry and is a healthy weight and still fights down the voices every single day. She puts food in her mouth and sometimes cries about it but more and more often feels good, feels balanced. Her cheeks are pink and they are chubby and soft and no longer growing slight fur. Her hair is long and it is beautiful. She still picks herself apart in the mirror, but she’s starting to get better about it. She wears the dress she likes even if it only fits her in a large and she doesn’t feel like a failure for it. She is falling in love with the fat on her hips.

She is eating out with friends and not worrying about finding the lowest calorie item on the menu when she hears a mother tell her four year old daughter “You can’t have ice cream, we just had dinner.
You don’t want to end up as a fat little girl.”

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- Why do we constantly do this to our children? /// r.i.d  (via lilyskinned)

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fatgirllove:

elkestallion:

#repost from @plushnyc … We need to stop labeling women for their body shapes!!!! Not everyone wants to be skinny and not everyone is unhappy being bigger.. Also not every skinny girl is a bitch or conceited and not every big girl is lazy… Let’s all just be the way we want to be!!!!! Every size has it’s #BEAUTY

Definitely thought provoking.

fatgirllove:

Plushious is the best word I’ve heard recently.

Plushious is my new word! ^_^

(Source: orangeis)

fatgirllove:

thenaughtylittlekitten:

excuse my fat ass thighs and crappy quality. it was harder taking a picture than i thought

but new tattoo <3

Lovely tattoo and good words to remember.

bloodgutsandpumpkinpie:

abbilaura:

And I have now finished the fat positive drawing! I’m quite pleased with it.

This is to remind people that the word fat is not a negative term, and shouldn’t be treated as an insult. I hope you can all remember that, and I hope it helps some people to know that fat is not a bad word. Maybe it’ll stop people from calling themselves fat in a negative way, or saying to someone “no, you’re not fat, you’re beautiful!” when they should probably be saying “yes, you are fat, and you’re beautiful”.

This artwork is also available on my Society6 (with free shipping and $5 off until midnight PST), and Redbubble, so spread the positivity!

can we talk about how this fat girl has a thigh gap
clearly not drawn by anyone who is or has ever been fat or around anyone who is fat

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The greatest prison people live in, is the fear of what other people think.

quiet-hippie:

rainful-y:

i am obsessed with this

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(Source: vagabonddaughter, via sweetcheeksaremadeofthese)

bigbardafree:

shout out to chubby girls with small chests whose body type is never represented in posts about body positivity

(via fuckyeahbodypositivity)

You run across these pictures/messages that say something to the effect of “you are awesome” and you scoff. This picture, this person who made this picture doesn’t know me personally. No, they don’t. Doesn’t matter. YOU are awesome. EVERYONE is awesome. Everyone deserves to be who they are, the way they are. You are beautiful &/or handsome, you are wonderful, you are worth the time and effort to get to know. I don’t know many of you personally but I promise you right now, if you’re reading this, you are awesome.