Body Posititivity - Blog Posts

Just wanted to put this out there.

Izuku, loves chubby girls.

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Entering middle school, Izuku would always be teasingly askwd what his type was, where the assholes in question would say things like “he’s definitely gay.” And “he’s into blind girls cause they’re the only ones who’d date him!”

He always just rolled his eyes at these comments and questions, but as he got a little older, and his hormones started to shift him from a boy to a young man, he started to actually wonder what his type was.

Izuku would often find himself on the internet, scrolling through different modeling sites, looking at the different girls showing off hero merch or other clothing. He knew it was a bit perverted, but he blamed it on his curiosity.

However, none of them ever caught his eye.

It wasn’t that they were ugly, they were gorgeous women, but none of them really set him off.

Fast forward to UA, and our green eyes king is meeting some new people, making friends, busting his ass to become a hero.

About one semester of school in, and Aizawa announces the school’s transfer student program.

Awesome! Another student to add to the amazinf list of quirks and personalities? Izuku can’t wait to meet them!

The day eventually rolls around when this mystery student is supposed to be moving into the dorms; the class had made dinner and set up some fun games to get to know each other. It was going to be fun!

Izuku and the rest of the class had waited, Izuku excitedly rambling to Iida and Uraraka about potential quirks, nationalities and really anything he could think of.

However, when he sees you walking next to Aizawa with a few bags, his heart drops.

You were..gorgeous.

His eyes were instantly drawn to your thick thighs, with no gap between them as they filled out your jeans, the slight pudge of your stomach that made you look so soft and warm, how your arms filled out your sleeves, and your round, baby face with chubby cheeks.

Izuku had no idea what to say as the rest of the students welcomed you to their class. He felt a bit bad for blatantly staring at your plush body, but god-damn he couldn’t help it.

He managed to choke out a greeting after everyone else, making your eyes land on him.

You noticed his eyes stuck on your body, and you smiled a bit, his bright red blush not lost on you.

Fast forward to graduation, you’d gotten pretty close with Izuku.

He was the boy you’d consider your best friend, sweet, affectionate, shy, and everything you could ask for in a friend; you trusted him, and he trusted you.

At the graduation party, Kaminari and Mineta had spiked the drinks there, a cliche thing do to, especially for fresh out of high school graduates.

You had a single cup from the start of the party, but after Mina had a few cups and ended up getting drunk, you decided to stick to water instead.

Poor Izuku on the other hand, was probably a few cups deep himself, and he was wasted.

When you found him, he was drunkenly crying, clinging onto Bakugou and whining about how much he loved you.

When you finally got over your shock, you walked over to Izuku, who lit up when he saw you.

“Baby!” He slurred out as he stumbled over to you, hugging you tightly “h-how is my gorgeous girl?” He mumbled into your neck as his hands rested on the rolls of your back.

You flushed bright red, stammering out some syllables.

Izuku giggled and cupped your cheeks with his calloused and scarred hands “look at your cute face~” he slurred out with a dopey grin, “s-so prettyy..”

You melted into his touch and looked up at him with hooded eyes..damn him and his stupidly adorable features. Damn him.

You don’t even know how you got here, laying in your bed with Izuku on top of you. Your shirt was nowhere to be found, and his hands were traveling your torso so softly and slowly as he pressed little kisses to your soft stomach.

You gently combed your fingers through his hair, watching as he gently kneaded the soft, warm pudge of your stomach, the way he smiled and rested his cheek on your chubby belly making you both vulnerable and incredibly shy feeling.

“Y-you’re so..pretty..” he said as he placed a kiss on one of the stretch marks on your stomach. “These are so c-cool..like..like lightning..”

You laughed a little at his dopey grin, seeing him so enamored with something you’d previously been insecure about, and he was lavishing your body with kisses.

When Izuku eventually did fall asleep, his cheek on your stomach and hands holding your sides, you simply pulled up the blanket over his shoulders and looked up at your ceiling, smiling a little and feeling weirdly appreciated by your drunken best friend.

My point is, Izuku has a thing for chubby girls. He loves the cellulite covering your thighs, your stretch marks over your stomach and thighs and arms, the way your cheeks rounded when you smiled- he couldn’t get enough of your soft body.

Izuku loves you for who you are, but it helps that you happen to be his ideal body type.

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Felt like writing this randomly, I started it yesterday when my mom and I were watching MHA word Heroes’ mission, but finally finished it today. Wanted to write some fluff for all of my fellow chubby girls out there. <3

Here is Hummingbirds full-body ref! ^^

Like I said, a lot more colorful and skinnier than most Fruitwings, not really inspired by any real fruit either, (she kinda looks like one of those rainbow tiger pictures you see on the front of kid coloring books - -*). I didnt really feel like making her scales shiny like how they usually are, partly bc I need her ref colors but mostly bc I was lazy ^^* overall I hope you like her!! I sure do! #> <# <3

I was trying out a new character because I thought the dress would be cute on a curvy girl.

Tip for all my artists out there! When drawing plus sized character; Give them double chins! Give them extra fat on their faces! 

I keep seeing people drawing plus sized characters without double chins or no fat on on their face. For example I saw a drawing of character that had one consistent thick line for a front facing jaw line and I’m not talking chubby, I am talking plus sized. The character had -1 fat on their face too.

Yes I am aware that some plus sized people have sharp visible jawlines, in fact I am one of those people, but when I see many drawing of just plus sized people with those faces gets exhausting. 

SO TO REITERATE DO NOT BE AFRAID TO GIVE PLUS CHARACTERS DOUBLE CHINS

if someone calls you fat just ignore them your bigger than that

Shoutout to all the ladies above 5″5, y’all are so pretty and I love you so much and I’m so glad I can be tall like you.  Embrace your height and embrace your body, your deserve all the self-love and external-love you receive.  I love you all have a great day <3

still one of the most beautiful girls I've seen

still trying to learn to love the skin I’m in

All women are beautiful

some are just a bit beautifuller

All women are divine.

Thick/chubby/overweight/fat girls??? Absolute babes. All of them. Stunning, gorgeous, beautiful, total goddesses. 1000/10. I don’t make the rules

I just love how sometimes when you search “art” in your phone’s photo roll (at least on iPhones), a few of your selfies show up. Like yes, you are art. I am art. The phone’s little code to sort your photos certainly thinks so. There’s something so sweet and gentle about that reminder and I find myself being just a tad kinder to myself when it happens.

you when you get those question on like mental health positivity things where it's like, "make a list of people you trust" or "list all the things you like about yourself"

wtf do you actually write

people I trust: my mum? sometimes? maybe?

things i like about myself: my eyes, my...uh teeth???

like that just makes me seem more pathetic than i already am

i really do think that we, as a whole, are becoming more and more disconnected from our bodies. 

we’re being encouraged to view our true self as separate from our body—the body is a collection of disparate parts, to be discarded at will or exchanged for new ones, separate from our mind or soul. instead of viewing our bodies as something that developed alongside our minds, they’re an object of scrutiny and judgment; if you don’t like your nose, your fat, your breasts, your labia, your forehead, your lips…don’t worry, because you can (and should) change those things. 

go under the knife and reveal your new self, molded into the vision in your mind’s eye for only thousands of dollars and an ultimately unimportant risk to health and life.

adopt a strict new diet. obsess over an idealized form of yourself. shift the goalposts of what “perfect” looks like so the chase is never complete. hate every natural function of your body. devote all your time, money, and energy to an idea.

stare at your breasts and hate them. hate them so completely that you decide that you need new ones, or to get them removed so you never have to look at them again. never try to come to terms with how they look—that’s settling, that’s giving up, that will never lead to happiness. stare at your genitalia. hate it. daydream about something that would look better, feel better, be less objectified, be more acceptable, be more featureless, look more male, look more female, look different.

your body is not you; it’s just a vessel. and it’s your right to customize your vessel with anything that you want—whether it’s drugs, surgery, injections, or extreme diet restriction, it’s not you. you’re not doing it to yourself. you’re doing it to the flesh that formed around the real you. so how can that be wrong? 

how can your idea of what your body should be, in complete contrast to what it is, be wrong? how could it ever be influenced by a complex combination of factors when it’s not even you, when it’s barely even connected to you?

how could dysmorphia, dysphoria, body image issues, or a desire for extensive cosmetic surgeries be misguided when you can neatly separate the mind from the body?

no offense but it’s so much better (and healthier) to try to love the body you were born with and to examine the roots of your dysmorphia instead of internalizing obscure gender identities and making those your whole personality

Ok so I'm very angry. I had another blog all about body positivity. It was photos of mine and other people bodies (photos sent to me asked to be put up I didn't just screen shot porn lol) with a positive message everywhere. If you are banning our bodies you are taking away the message that we don't have to hide our imperfections. So fuck you Tumblr.

One of my funniest Tumblr moments was coming across this transmasc transmed making literally every bad exclusionist argument (e.g. "bi/pan lesbians aren't real", "queer is a slur", "you need dysphoria to be trans", etc), looking at their blog, and they're just flipping their shit over the pregnant man emoji. They're all like "how dare you remind trans men what they're dysphoric of??? 😡😡😡"

Yeah, like dude? May I have your attention for a second?

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(not transmasc; just making fun of gatekeepers)