86 Body Quotes To Embrace And Accept All Shapes And Sizes

Body

The body is like a cover for people, animals, and even things. Even though we worry about the bodies of things like our cars, we mostly worry about our bodies.

Mainly how they look like to others and whether other people like them. The media has brainwashed us so much to the point where we are ready to do a lot of things to look more appealing and to have a particular standard shape.

Numerous research has shown that a significant number of the population is unhappy with how they look, including men. Even though women are more concerned with their bodies, men have also been wrapped into stereotypes, and they now have certain views of what a perfect manly body should look like.

However, body positivity movements have done a great deal, and now people are more accepting of their appearance. Some people are confidently dressing up, showing flaws in their bodies, and even taking pictures for social media.

This is a breath of fresh air compared to all the perfectness we are used to that is only attained through Photoshop and filters. The funny thing is that everyone has flaws with their body, no matter how perfect they seem.

Those perfect models in your feed have some flaws that they, too, wish they could change. No one is perfect. It's also okay to go to the gym to attain your desired figure.

Eating healthy and exercising are good ways of working your body to become slimmer or thicker depending on what you want to achieve. But it should be a personal choice you make for yourself.

Our collection of body quotes is relatable and encouraging as they gently touch on our bodies which we tend to be insecure about sometimes.

Body Quotes

I think, head up and shoulders back. Not only does it make you look taller and thinner but it gives you confidence and boosts your self-esteem.

I think, head up and shoulders back. Not only does it make you look taller and thinner but it gives you confidence and boosts your self-esteem.

The road is testing you to show you that your body was designed to make it through. So hold your head up high, and don't be discouraged.

The road is testing you to show you that your body was designed to make it through. So hold your head up high, and don’t be discouraged.

Your body language can tell a different story from what’s going on inside of you. Hold your head high, shoulders back, and chest out. Others will see confidence, and soon you’ll feel confident too.

Your body language can tell a different story from what’s going on inside of you. Hold your head high, shoulders back, and chest out. Others will see confidence, and soon you’ll feel confident too.

Teasle: They found Rambo's body. As a matter of fact, it stole an army truck. Blew up a gas station the other side of town. Trautman: The kid is resiliant. Now why don't you forget what you're thinking and clear out while you can?

Teasle: They found Rambo’s body. As a matter of fact, it stole an army truck. Blew up a gas station the other side of town.
Trautman: The kid is resiliant. Now why don’t you forget what you’re thinking and clear out while you can?

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I am not crazy about you because of your thick and muscular frame! I am crazy about you because you are so naughty, lively and smart. I love the way you talk and think situations through. You are truly God sent.

I am not crazy about you because of your thick and muscular frame! I am crazy about you because you are so naughty, lively and smart. I love the way you talk and think situations through. You are truly God sent.

That sweet tailpipe of yours did have me charmed. It put a spell on me, but all the ass magic in Mexico can’t change Kenny Powers from his core beliefs. I’m not an ass man. I’m a tit man. I like big ass boobs—now, and forever. I’m not like a black guy, Vida.

That sweet tailpipe of yours did have me charmed. It put a spell on me, but all the ass magic in Mexico can’t change Kenny Powers from his core beliefs. I’m not an ass man. I’m a tit man. I like big ass boobs—now, and forever. I’m not like a black guy, Vida.

Morning, it touches the nerves quickly as if we were already in the hunter’s sights. The body yawns and stretches in the light. The pilgrimage is about to begin.

Morning, it touches the nerves quickly as if we were already in the hunter’s sights. The body yawns and stretches in the light. The pilgrimage is about to begin.

Dear, I hope you have rested not only on your body but also on your mind and soul through the night. May you feel spiritually connected and refreshed after waking up today! Good Morning to you!

Dear, I hope you have rested not only on your body but also on your mind and soul through the night. May you feel spiritually connected and refreshed after waking up today! Good Morning to you!

I wanna feel those sweet lips all over me, and I DO mean ALL over me… one condition… I get to guide you with my hands… I lead… you follow… agreed?

I wanna feel those sweet lips all over me, and I DO mean ALL over me… one condition… I get to guide you with my hands… I lead… you follow… agreed?

Pull off your undies, show me your curves and your edges. I want to be sure when I will start from and where I will end at? I want to savour your banging body and want to see what is making me go crazy about you! I want to love you and your body!

Pull off your undies, show me your curves and your edges. I want to be sure when I will start from and where I will end at? I want to savour your banging body and want to see what is making me go crazy about you! I want to love you and your body!

I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take. To let those sensations take control of you. To have you exposed and bare. To just make you feel and not resist.

I have a deep desire to know how much your body can take. To let those sensations take control of you. To have you exposed and bare. To just make you feel and not resist.

Take off your clothes. Show me. Show me your edges. I want to see with my own eyes where you and I begin. I want to see where I fit, where you leave off being you and turn into me.

Take off your clothes. Show me. Show me your edges. I want to see with my own eyes where you and I begin. I want to see where I fit, where you leave off being you and turn into me.

My little girl, I feel so happy when I play with your hair until you fall asleep on my chest. Needless to say, I feel even happier when I can kiss every inch of your body.

My little girl, I feel so happy when I play with your hair until you fall asleep on my chest. Needless to say, I feel even happier when I can kiss every inch of your body.

You’re super hot! But not only your curves, eyes and lips make you so sexy. You exude sensuality the way you walk, the way you talk and the way to think.

You’re super hot! But not only your curves, eyes and lips make you so sexy. You exude sensuality the way you walk, the way you talk and the way to think.

Love the way you look at me I love the way you say that 1 word to me I love the way you look in to my eye and you see the colour red I love the way your body goes red hot.

Love the way you look at me
I love the way you say that 1 word to me
I love the way you look in to my eye and you see the colour red
I love the way your body goes red hot.

I love how you turned my life into a fairy tale and how you turn each of my day into an extraordinary one just with your kisses all over my body.

I love how you turned my life into a fairy tale and how you turn each of my day into an extraordinary one just with your kisses all over my body.

When Alaska Young is sitting with her legs crossed in a brittle, periodically green clover patch leaning forward in search of four-leaf clovers, the pale skin of her sizable cleavage clearly visible, it is a plain fact of human physiology that it becomes impossible to join in her clover search.

When Alaska Young is sitting with her legs crossed in a brittle, periodically green clover patch leaning forward in search of four-leaf clovers, the pale skin of her sizable cleavage clearly visible, it is a plain fact of human physiology that it becomes impossible to join in her clover search.

As he held her by the waist, she leaned forward, her pouty lips parted, her head just slightly tilted, and eveloped his mouth with such passion that I felt I should look away but couldn't.

As he held her by the waist, she leaned forward, her pouty lips parted, her head just slightly tilted, and eveloped his mouth with such passion that I felt I should look away but couldn’t.

And it was just the three of us - three bodies and two people - the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.

And it was just the three of us – three bodies and two people – the three who knew what had happened and too many layers between all of us too much keeping us from one another.

It is not his body which makes a man strong, but his spirit. Nothing on the outside, but only that which comes from within.

It is not his body which makes a man strong, but his spirit. Nothing on the outside, but only that which comes from within.

I thought at first she was just dead. Just darkness. Just a body being eaten by bugs. I thought about her alot like that, like someone's meal. What was her - green eyes, half a smirk, the soft curves of her legs - would soon be nothing, just the bones I never saw. I thought about the slow process of becoming bone and then fossil and then coal that will, in millions of years, be mined by humans of the future, and how they would heat their homes with her, and then she would be smoke billowing out of a smokestack, coating the atmosphere.

I thought at first she was just dead. Just darkness. Just a body being eaten by bugs. I thought about her alot like that, like someone’s meal. What was her – green eyes, half a smirk, the soft curves of her legs – would soon be nothing, just the bones I never saw. I thought about the slow process of becoming bone and then fossil and then coal that will, in millions of years, be mined by humans of the future, and how they would heat their homes with her, and then she would be smoke billowing out of a smokestack, coating the atmosphere.

"The way young people speak about one another's bodies says a great deal about our society. In today's world, boys are much more likely to objectify girls' bodies than the other way around. Boys will say amongst themselves that so-and-so has a nice rack, while girls will more likely say that a boy is cute, a term that describes both physical and emotional characteristics. This has the effect of turning girls into mere objects, while boys are seen by girls as whole people-" And then Lara stood up, and in her delicate, innocent accent, cut Dr. William Morse off. "You're so hot! I weesh you'd shut up and take off your clothes." The students laughed, but all of the teachers turned around and looked at her, stunned silent. She sat down. "What's you name, dear?" "Lara," she said. "Now, Lara." Maxx said, looking down at his paper to remember the line, "what we have here is a very interesting case study - a female objectifying me, a male. It's so unusual that I can only assume you're making an attempt at humor." Lara stood up again and shouted, "I'm not keeding! Take off your clothes." He nervously looked down at the paper, and then looked up at all of us, smiling. "Well, it is certainly important to subvert the patriarchal paradigm, and I suppose this is a way. All right, then."

“The way young people speak about one another’s bodies says a great deal about our society. In today’s world, boys are much more likely to objectify girls’ bodies than the other way around. Boys will say amongst themselves that so-and-so has a nice rack, while girls will more likely say that a boy is cute, a term that describes both physical and emotional characteristics. This has the effect of turning girls into mere objects, while boys are seen by girls as whole people-”

And then Lara stood up, and in her delicate, innocent accent, cut Dr. William Morse off.

“You’re so hot! I weesh you’d shut up and take off your clothes.”

The students laughed, but all of the teachers turned around and looked at her, stunned silent. She sat down.

“What’s you name, dear?”
“Lara,” she said.
“Now, Lara.” Maxx said, looking down at his paper to remember the line, “what we have here is a very interesting case study – a female objectifying me, a male. It’s so unusual that I can only assume you’re making an attempt at humor.”

Lara stood up again and shouted, “I’m not keeding! Take off your clothes.”

He nervously looked down at the paper, and then looked up at all of us, smiling.

“Well, it is certainly important to subvert the patriarchal paradigm, and I suppose this is a way. All right, then.”

"She has great breasts," the Colonel said without looking up from the whale. "DO NOT OBJECTIFY WOMEN'S BODIES!" Alaska shouted. Now he looked up. "Sorry. Perky breasts." "That's not any better!"

“She has great breasts,” the Colonel said without looking up from the whale.
“DO NOT OBJECTIFY WOMEN’S BODIES!” Alaska shouted.
Now he looked up. “Sorry. Perky breasts.”
“That’s not any better!”

And not just beautiful, but hot, too, with her breasts straining against her tight tank top, her curved legs swinging back and forth beneath the swing, flip-flops dangling from her electric-blue-painted toes. It was right then, between when I asked about the labyrinth and when she answered me, that I realized the importance of curves, of the thousand places where girls’ bodies ease from one place to another, from arc of the foot to ankle to calf, from calf to hip to waist to breast to neck to ski-slope nose to forehead to shoulder to the concave arch of the back to the butt to the etc. I’d noticed curves before, of course, but I had never quite apprehended their significance.

And not just beautiful, but hot, too, with her breasts straining against her tight tank top, her curved legs swinging back and forth beneath the swing, flip-flops dangling from her electric-blue-painted toes. It was right then, between when I asked about the labyrinth and when she answered me, that I realized the importance of curves, of the thousand places where girls’ bodies ease from one place to another, from arc of the foot to ankle to calf, from calf to hip to waist to breast to neck to ski-slope nose to forehead to shoulder to the concave arch of the back to the butt to the etc. I’d noticed curves before, of course, but I had never quite apprehended their significance.

For it was by the Will of God that men were made of a certain bodily shape, were given their natures and their faculties. Whoever destroys His work wages war against God's Creation and God's Will.

For it was by the Will of God that men were made of a certain bodily shape, were given their natures and their faculties. Whoever destroys His work wages war against God’s Creation and God’s Will.

Little did I know how tough it would be to drive a huge truck. A driver has to be stout of mind and gut, and the driver can never, never give up.

Little did I know how tough it would be
to drive a huge truck.
A driver has to be stout of mind and gut,
and the driver can never, never give up.

Your body is the instrument of your mind. Start paying attention to what your body is doing, where it's going, and realize the mind operates on two different levels, on a conscious level and a subconscious level.

Your body is the instrument of your mind. Start paying attention to what your body is doing, where it’s going, and realize the mind operates on two different levels, on a conscious level and a subconscious level.

She said that kindness is something that grows inside of each person’s body, but it’s up to us to nurture that kindness in our hearts. That’s why kindness is different for every person.

She said that kindness is something that grows inside of each person’s body, but it’s up to us to nurture that kindness in our hearts. That’s why kindness is different for every person.

After a sleepless night the body gets weaker, It becomes dear and not yours - and nobody's. Just like a seraph you smile to people And arrows moan in the slow arteries. After a sleepless night the arms get weaker And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe. Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each Sudden sound is the whole rainbow. Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow's golden Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked This brilliant likeness - and from the dark night Only just one thing - the eyes - are growing dark.

After a sleepless night the body gets weaker,
It becomes dear and not yours – and nobody’s.
Just like a seraph you smile to people
And arrows moan in the slow arteries.

After a sleepless night the arms get weaker
And deeply equal to you are the friend and foe.
Smells like Florence in the frost, and in each
Sudden sound is the whole rainbow.

Tenderly light the lips, and the shadow’s golden
Near the sunken eyes. Here the night has sparked
This brilliant likeness – and from the dark night
Only just one thing – the eyes – are growing dark.

When your body begins to enter and remain in a state of relaxation and rest, it is no longer in a state where it consumes resources but in a state where it can regenerate itself, even without sleep.

When your body begins to enter and remain in a state of relaxation and rest, it is no longer in a state where it consumes resources but in a state where it can regenerate itself, even without sleep.

But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take Alaska's genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.

But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts. If you take Alaska’s genetic code and you add her life experiences and the relationships she had with people, and then you take the size and shape of her body, you do not get her. There is something else entirely. There is a part of her greater than the sum of her knowable parts. And that part has to go somewhere, because it cannot be destroyed.

Hi, I'm Cellulite Sally, look at my huge ba-donkey. Don't forget about me, I'm Backfat Betty. Now who could have said that? Oh, yeah, it's Tina the Talking Tummy. I can't even wear a short skirt and a top without looking like a fat pig.

Hi, I’m Cellulite Sally, look at my huge ba-donkey. Don’t forget about me, I’m Backfat Betty. Now who could have said that? Oh, yeah, it’s Tina the Talking Tummy. I can’t even wear a short skirt and a top without looking like a fat pig.

For there is nothing quite so terror-inducing as the loss of sleep. It creates phantoms and doubts, causes one to questions one's own abilities and judgement, and, over time, dismantles, from within, the body.

For there is nothing quite so terror-inducing as the loss of sleep. It creates phantoms and doubts, causes one to questions one’s own abilities and judgement, and, over time, dismantles, from within, the body.

Bedtime is fraught with fear and disappointment. When it is just me alone with my restless body and mind, I feel like the whole world is asleep and gone. It's very lonely. I am tired of being tired and talking about how tired I am.

Bedtime is fraught with fear and disappointment. When it is just me alone with my restless body and mind, I feel like the whole world is asleep and gone. It’s very lonely. I am tired of being tired and talking about how tired I am.

I didn't sleep all night, thinking. I thought about you, about those puppy eyes you give me, when you fake your sadness to make me smile-- and that upper lip of yours that brings life to all of my senses. I thought about your laughter when you get tickled, and that soft mellow place near your arm pit that I wish could be knit into a pillow for me to hug all night long. I thought about your stomach, your soft and sensitive stomach, scared like a baby kitten under the pouring rain. And I remembered the feeling of protection that comes washing over me when I get a glimpse of it, the feeling of covering it with the layers of my very own skin. I remembered your head when it rests on my heart, a rock sheltering itself on the verdure of infinity. I remembered your silky black hair, and how I never imagined that hair curls so thin could twirl, in the way they do, the rigid core of my existence.

I didn’t sleep all night, thinking. I thought about you, about those puppy eyes you give me, when you fake your sadness to make me smile– and that upper lip of yours that brings life to all of my senses. I thought about your laughter when you get tickled, and that soft mellow place near your arm pit that I wish could be knit into a pillow for me to hug all night long. I thought about your stomach, your soft and sensitive stomach, scared like a baby kitten under the pouring rain. And I remembered the feeling of protection that comes washing over me when I get a glimpse of it, the feeling of covering it with the layers of my very own skin. I remembered your head when it rests on my heart, a rock sheltering itself on the verdure of infinity. I remembered your silky black hair, and how I never imagined that hair curls so thin could twirl, in the way they do, the rigid core of my existence.

When I don't sleep, it's not that I feel tired so much as assaulted. In the morning after a night of no sleep my eyes are sore and tender and can barely open. My joints ache. There's a taste in my mouth which isn't like any other taste, only a feeling, and that feeling is defeat. My skull aches evenly across its hemisphere. [...] I go to bed at night, I get beaten up, come downstairs in the morning. Then I go about the day as if things were normal and I hadn't been beaten up, and everyone else treats me as if I hadn't been beaten up, and that way I survive, but no more than that. If somebody willed your destruction they could do it this way, by taking away your sleep. Of course, it's tried and tested.

When I don’t sleep, it’s not that I feel tired so much as assaulted. In the morning after a night of no sleep my eyes are sore and tender and can barely open. My joints ache. There’s a taste in my mouth which isn’t like any other taste, only a feeling, and that feeling is defeat. My skull aches evenly across its hemisphere. […] I go to bed at night, I get beaten up, come downstairs in the morning. Then I go about the day as if things were normal and I hadn’t been beaten up, and everyone else treats me as if I hadn’t been beaten up, and that way I survive, but no more than that. If somebody willed your destruction they could do it this way, by taking away your sleep. Of course, it’s tried and tested.

To lose our connection with the body is to become spiritually homeless. Without an anchor, we float aimlessly, battered by the winds and waves of life.

To lose our connection with the body is to become spiritually homeless. Without an anchor, we float aimlessly, battered by the winds and waves of life.

Oh, you think that’s funny? How ’bout I show you my balls right now and you can tell me if they shrunk, huh? No, for your information, I have full-size balls. Next question.

Oh, you think that’s funny? How ’bout I show you my balls right now and you can tell me if they shrunk, huh? No, for your information, I have full-size balls. Next question.

It’s no mystery that ass has always been tits’ greatest enemy. It’s almost like a Muslim-Jewish thing, but with tits and ass.

It’s no mystery that ass has always been tits’ greatest enemy. It’s almost like a Muslim-Jewish thing, but with tits and ass.

There is one image in my life that consistently makes me happy no matter when I think about it. And that image—that one image is your big tits.

There is one image in my life that consistently makes me happy no matter when I think about it. And that image—that one image is your big tits.

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