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I’m Polish. I’m a girl. I’m student. I’m single. I’m 20 years old. Friends call me crazy very often. I love fashion, books and art.

You have to look for beauty. It's hidden. Very deep. But when you'll find it it's gonna be crystal clear.

Oh, and my name is Olga.
stophatingyourbody: Hello there, world.Body image is a subject I feel very passionate about. When I was in the 4th grade, a boy cut out a liposuction advertisement from a magazine and put it in my locker. Though he and his jock friends found it hilarious, it scarred me for life. Because of this incident, I still feel self-conscious about my weight and size. I started to grow breasts in the 3rd grade and by 7th grade I was a 36C. I was teased a lot for my breast size, by both boys and girls. Some people would tell me I look ready to nurse a baby, others would say I have “Porn-Star tits.” In 4th grade, my aunt told me I could not wear a pink butterfly sweatshirt I got as a gift that day because I was “Too big to wear pink.” Freshmen year of high school, people would yell earthquake when I ran through the hallway. People never realized how much these comments hurt. They were forever burned in my brain. It made compliments the most painful thing to hear.The summer before I started high school, I was hospitalized for depression. I was cutting and burning myself. All I did was sleep all day and stay in my pajamas, because that was the only way I could avoid getting put down by myself and others. I was a mess.In the hospital, I finally opened up about the bullying I received growing up. The doctors there made me sit in a circle with five other girls. We did a compliment circle. One-by-one, we’d say our favorite things about each girl in the circle. One girl told me she liked how I dressed because it complimented my lovely curves. Another told me my laugh always lit up the room. Another girl told me the purple streaks in my hair reflected how creative my personality is and that my beautiful soul showed in my appearance. Little by little, I started warming up to these compliments. I slowly started to believe them. The more and more I believed them, the more and more I cried. It horrified me that when I went back to school, just one comment would kill all the work I did that day.After my first day of high school, I knew I needed to leave. It wasn’t just the popular kids who killed my self-esteem, it was also my so-called “friends.” They would always complain about how they were too fat or too skinny or too tall or too short. I realized that when these beautiful people were putting themselves down, I was supposed to join in and hate my body as well. I didn’t want to do that.I promised my mom I’d give the school at least one semester. When second semester rolled around, I had been teased so much for my appearance and characteristics that I would fake sick so I could go home or at least hide in the nurses’ office for an hour. I told my dad I needed to leave that place and join a school were people understood what respect meant.Immediately, he enrolled me in a small arts school just outside of town and I transferred right away. The school was full of incredible, positive people who had gone through the same things I had my whole life. They understood where I was coming from. They respected and appreciated me. Leaving my old school was the greatest choice I had ever made.I still attend that art school to this day. I still haven’t heard a snide comment from a peer- and if I did, it obviously wasn’t worth remembering. I removed the negative people in my life and have not regretted it. I have stopped burning myself and haven’t cut since May of 2011. Now, when I go to the store and try on clothes, I don’t put myself down when they don’t fit. I simply say “This jacket just can’t handle my lady-curves” or “These pants are just too intimidated by my sexiness” or something that reminds me I am a human and if the clothes don’t fit, it just wasn’t meant to be. I’m still struggling to raise my self-esteem, but I’m slowly becoming for comfortable with my body. I flaunt stretch marks on my hips when I’m at the beach. I sit around in my bra at home, so I can admire what lovely breasts I’ve been blessed with (I’m now a 36DD and I’m mighty proud!) I kiss the chubbiest parts of my body and whisper “I love you.” I look at my scars and think of the battle I’ve won and the war I’m conquering. I look at myself every day and remind myself I am a one-of-a-kind human that can never be replaced. Every day, I tell a person how beautiful they are, or compliment one of their features. I want every person in the world to know just how beautiful they are. I think that if I can get others to believe they are beautiful, I can start to make myself believe that I am also beautiful- inside and out. I truly am beautiful. Every one of us is. BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION! 

stophatingyourbody:

Hello there, world.
Body image is a subject I feel very passionate about. When I was in the 4th grade, a boy cut out a liposuction advertisement from a magazine and put it in my locker. Though he and his jock friends found it hilarious, it scarred me for life. Because of this incident, I still feel self-conscious about my weight and size. I started to grow breasts in the 3rd grade and by 7th grade I was a 36C. I was teased a lot for my breast size, by both boys and girls. Some people would tell me I look ready to nurse a baby, others would say I have “Porn-Star tits.” In 4th grade, my aunt told me I could not wear a pink butterfly sweatshirt I got as a gift that day because I was “Too big to wear pink.” Freshmen year of high school, people would yell earthquake when I ran through the hallway. People never realized how much these comments hurt. They were forever burned in my brain. It made compliments the most painful thing to hear.
The summer before I started high school, I was hospitalized for depression. I was cutting and burning myself. All I did was sleep all day and stay in my pajamas, because that was the only way I could avoid getting put down by myself and others. I was a mess.
In the hospital, I finally opened up about the bullying I received growing up. The doctors there made me sit in a circle with five other girls. We did a compliment circle. One-by-one, we’d say our favorite things about each girl in the circle. One girl told me she liked how I dressed because it complimented my lovely curves. Another told me my laugh always lit up the room. Another girl told me the purple streaks in my hair reflected how creative my personality is and that my beautiful soul showed in my appearance. Little by little, I started warming up to these compliments. I slowly started to believe them. The more and more I believed them, the more and more I cried. It horrified me that when I went back to school, just one comment would kill all the work I did that day.
After my first day of high school, I knew I needed to leave. It wasn’t just the popular kids who killed my self-esteem, it was also my so-called “friends.” They would always complain about how they were too fat or too skinny or too tall or too short. I realized that when these beautiful people were putting themselves down, I was supposed to join in and hate my body as well. I didn’t want to do that.
I promised my mom I’d give the school at least one semester. When second semester rolled around, I had been teased so much for my appearance and characteristics that I would fake sick so I could go home or at least hide in the nurses’ office for an hour. I told my dad I needed to leave that place and join a school were people understood what respect meant.
Immediately, he enrolled me in a small arts school just outside of town and I transferred right away. The school was full of incredible, positive people who had gone through the same things I had my whole life. They understood where I was coming from. They respected and appreciated me. Leaving my old school was the greatest choice I had ever made.
I still attend that art school to this day. I still haven’t heard a snide comment from a peer- and if I did, it obviously wasn’t worth remembering. I removed the negative people in my life and have not regretted it. I have stopped burning myself and haven’t cut since May of 2011. Now, when I go to the store and try on clothes, I don’t put myself down when they don’t fit. I simply say “This jacket just can’t handle my lady-curves” or “These pants are just too intimidated by my sexiness” or something that reminds me I am a human and if the clothes don’t fit, it just wasn’t meant to be. I’m still struggling to raise my self-esteem, but I’m slowly becoming for comfortable with my body. I flaunt stretch marks on my hips when I’m at the beach. I sit around in my bra at home, so I can admire what lovely breasts I’ve been blessed with (I’m now a 36DD and I’m mighty proud!) I kiss the chubbiest parts of my body and whisper “I love you.” I look at my scars and think of the battle I’ve won and the war I’m conquering. I look at myself every day and remind myself I am a one-of-a-kind human that can never be replaced.

Every day, I tell a person how beautiful they are, or compliment one of their features. I want every person in the world to know just how beautiful they are. I think that if I can get others to believe they are beautiful, I can start to make myself believe that I am also beautiful- inside and out. I truly am beautiful. Every one of us is.

BE BRAVE! JOIN THE BODY PEACE REVOLUTION! 

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  4. altheahhh said: **in bed all day in my pj’s and let anyone help me. Now nobody knows how bad it is, because I have to fake everything all of the time. I wish I were a teenager again. :( (I hope the first reply went through!)
  5. aliciaxthespie said: you go girl. :)
  6. blissmanifesto said: This one flat out brought tears to my eyes. “I kiss the chubbiest parts of my body and whisper, ‘I love you.’” Oh my gosh. So wonderful. I’m seriously weeping right now. Thank you.
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    best I’ve read. And
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    soo beautifulll! :) i dont know
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