“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, your belly is spectacular.
Rock the fuck on! Be proud to not let someone else’s idea of beauty stop you from liking yourself.
