Kroppspositivitet har varit på kartan 2016 och det är något vi varken vill eller kan sluta hylla. Kvinnor världen runt har med stolta röster börjat hylla sina kroppar – både på nätet och i verkligheten. Instagramkontot The Naked Diaries är ett fantastiskt exempel på detta. Mer
När både massmedia och samhället går emot oss står vi kvinnor enade med budskapet ”Alla kroppar är vackra”. 2016 är året då perfekt redigerade bilder i magasin och sociala medier kontras med bilder på oreturscherade lår och ärliga före- och efter-snapshots.
Ett underbart konto som vi bara måste hylla är The Naked Diaries med sina 150 000 följare på Instagram. På kontot hittar man bilder som följare själva skickat in på sina nakna kroppar med egna bildtexter till. I The Naked Diaries är bilderna med dess texter blottande och ärliga: vissa personer är nöjda med sina kroppar, andra kämpar med sviktande självkänsla. Vissa har överkommit komplex som de stolt visar upp medan andra travandes förklarar hur komplexen känns innerst inne. Vissa personer är anonyma medan andra syns med namn och ansikte. The Naked Diaries är en plats för alla som vill visa upp sig själva exakt som de är.
Who am I anymore? If I am who I was then, I doubt it. Still doing the same things, caring for the same people but I’m not her I’m different and I thought this person was who I was meant to be but somehow I’ve changed AGAIN and I never knew who I am now was inside of me so who will I be next? Without the anger and confusion I’m just empty space and it’s somehow more lonely than before and I’m stale. I just need SOMETHING but that something is blurred like smeared ink on a page and I can’t wipe the smudges away to see a clearer image so what does this mean, am I stuck? Forever looking inside at who I used to be or who I thought I was at least, do I long for her? To be who I once was? But I CANT I hated that girl and the bits and pieces she clenched in her hands. I don’t want hate anymore but I’m empty without it. I don’t want anger anymore but I FEEL nothing without it. I’m drowning. I have to be, I still see everyone around me breathing just fine but there’s glass in my throat and I can’t cough it up. If this is peace I’ll take the misery I can’t be nothing I know I have so much more why am I suppressed? Why can’t I just open, why am I shut so tight? I just want to be f r e e but how can I do that when she’s still T H E R E. I’m trying so hard. Sometimes I’ll find who I should be for the smallest moments and everything is calm. Why can’t I hold on to that, what else do I have to do? My mind just won’t stop, and I don’t want it to but I DO it’s tearing me apart. Is that what I need to be, shredded? To uncover someone else? Will I then be complete? Is there such a thing.. But what if who I uncover is more terrifying than before or even now why can’t I stop losing layers. Why am I so hidden from myself? I wrote this to myself two years ago. To this body. In my eyes the person inside reflected outwards. I blamed her for everything wrong in my life. For every lonely moment. For every time I stayed in bed away from everything. And I punished her. Faint scars now hold memories of the shameful ways I tried to reason with myself. I punished everything layer of skin. Everything stretch mark. Every glance is the mirror held disgust. And I am so, so sorry. I am so sorry.
This is my body 2 months into recover from anorexia. Ive been battling anorexia for 6 months and at my lowest I was 116 for someone 5’8 that’s underweight. After 4 weeks in treatment and a long bout of self healing I’m a healthy weight. More importantly I love my little brown body. I love your page so much it’s so encouraging and inspiring. -Lots of love Chitara.✌
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Många av bildtexterna berör mer än kroppskomplex. De förmedlar livshistorier, djupa tankar och sjukdomsfall. The Naked Diaries har blivit till ett forum för tjejer att visa sitt allra mest nakna jag: mer än bara en naken kropp.
Showing you where I was to where I came. I was hit by a van when I was 6 years old and almost lost my leg, at first I spent a year and half in the hospital, I had dressings everyday, surgeries every Friday and painful nights and days. I’m sure 95 percent of you don’t know this because I’ve probably never shared this with anyone. People have seen and questioned and questioned and questioned and I eventually got fed up so I avoided confrontations – I just wore clothes that covered my leg. I couldn’t in school because we had a uniform and of course I was bullied by some and called names, especially in primary school – Sometimes I was even excluded because of my leg, which is so stupid because accidents happen, scars shouldn’t define a person. My scars are my proof of my strength. Many years later I have evolved, I have evolved into self love and acceptance, I wear what I want and I am happy with myself – truly. I have always risen above my circumstances and my leg has never stopped me from pursing my dreams, it may have slowed me down but never took my hope away. You don’t know what I’ve been through but I have been and continue to be loved for being me, so when you see me smile don’t be quick to judge just be happy for me because I’m definitely happy for you. #iammorethan my leg and #iammorethan what people choose to see.
ACNE • Onto the skin disease we all know and (should) love, the one that over 3 million Americans get every year.. Acne❤ this one is the hardest part of me to accept, and I still remind myself daily that my body expresses itself beautifully with breakouts. I have perfect, flawless skin.. pustules, blackheads and all ?❤ I am so thankful for having acne as it has lead me onto the path of natural healing!! Eating plant based and healing myself with the power of nature has helped me appreciate so much I stopped trying to fix myself and started loving myself for how I am in this moment! What a waste of a life, postponing happiness and satisfaction until we become perfect, when we already are!? The feeling of acceptance is liberating.?I heal and nourish my body out of love for myself, rather than trying to mold myself into a socially acceptable person. I have realized that the relationship I have with myself is the most important relationship, as people and outside circumstances come and go. We spend more time with ourselves than anything else in life, so let’s love ourselves and enjoy???
Two of the main reasons people are bullied are because of appearance and social status” At the age of seven: Started the name-calling. Pink Elephant, Pao de queijo, Cork well.. At the age of ten: a near depression To twelve: the first menstruation is with her my body began to grow more at 14: nicknames and almost a suicide happens to sixteen: I learned to love me and love to my body!! Thanks ? ?
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Eleven months ago I was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer. I underwent 24 chemo treatments, a bilateral mastectomy and 33 radiation treatments. The biopsy of my breast showed I had two biologically different tumors growing in my breast. Technically I’m cured but my cancer is really high risk so I’m on medications to be postmenopausal (at age 31) and lower my risk of recurrence, and then other meds for the side effects of those. Losing my breasts wasn’t hard. I am still me and sexy without ’em
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