Meet Abby, a 25-year-old woman who loves bikinis and believes they suit her well. Despite hurtful comments, her body-positive attitude encourages people and proves that all bodies are beautiful. Let’s take a look at her daring photos and hear what she has to say.
Meet Abby, a confident body-positive influencer.
Abby Bible, known as @theabbybible on TikTok, is determined to keep a positive attitude and not let negative people bring her down. This size 22 fashion influencer proudly calls herself an “unapologetic fat gal and fashion lover.”
Abby, a fashion enthusiast from New York City, has become really popular on social media with a massive following of 193K devoted fans on TikTok, all thanks to her stylish outfits and positive vibes. Even though her social media pages are filled with love, Abby does encounter some haters from time to time.
Instead of allowing online haters to shake her confidence, Abby confronts them head-on and frequently shares their comments with her followers. In a recent video, Abby donned a stylish red bikini and addressed a mean comment that said: “Fat people shouldn’t wear string bikinis.”
Abby confidently put on her sunglasses, gazed into the camera, and playfully mimed, “I don’t care.” She followed it up with, “If you don’t like it, look away.”
Abby’s video has made a strong impression, gathering thousands of views in no time.
Abby’s video received a positive response with 3.880 likes, 341 comments, and 241 shares on social media. Users were overwhelmingly supportive in their words, expressing their love for Abby and her confidence. Some comments praised her beauty, while others cheered her on. One person even shared that they bought their first bikini because of Abby’s influence.
Abby also shared a photo of herself eating a hot dog, knowing trolls might criticize her. In the caption, she highlighted the power of upsetting some people by simply enjoying a hot dog. In another post, she celebrated reaching 50k followers and expressed gratitude for the positive impact she could make on her audience despite the negativity on the internet.
Abby serves as a reminder that every individual’s body is distinct and beautiful in its own way.
Abby consistently wows her audience with her stylish clothing choices and oozes confidence. As a content creator, she proudly identifies as an “unapologetic fashion lover” in size 22. Her Instagram feed is filled with regular posts featuring her outfits.
On Instagram, Abby opened up about her past hesitations to appear in casual attire without makeup, feeling the need to always look “put together.” She emphasized that everyone is entitled to be casual and comfortable in their style.
Abby boldly embraces her body and confidently flaunts micro-bikinis whenever the opportunity arises.
In a talk show confessional, she passionately declared, “Just because you’re thin, doesn’t mean you’re better than me.” The influencer consistently reinforces her message online by reminding other women that plus-size bodies are attractive and look fantastic in a bikini.
However, Abby sadly faces continuous online trolling due to her body positivity activism, which she attributes to “people hating on individuals with larger bodies.” She responded on Instagram by emphasizing that people don’t have to be in smaller bodies to lead a fulfilling life.
She highlighted the significance of cherished memories with friends and family by the pool or at the beach, stating that life doesn’t magically begin when you lose weight. She emphasized that everyone is valuable and deserves a beautiful life just as they are.
Before you leave, don’t forget to check out the article discussing a plus-size model speaking out against hurtful comments that claim her boyfriend is “too attractive” for her.
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My Rich MIL Constantly Gives My Daughter Old, Dirty Clothes from Clothing Banks and Demands That She Wear Them
My Rich MIL Constantly Gives My Daughter Old, Dirty Clothes from Clothing Banks and Demands That She Wear Them
When my rich mother-in-law, Barbara, insisted on giving my daughter old, dirty clothes from clothing banks, I had to find a way to make her understand. Little did she know, her birthday party would be the stage for a lesson she’d never forget
“Lucy, what did your mother-in-law send you this time?” my friend Megan asked over our usual coffee catch-up.
“Oh, just more of her lovely donations from the clothing bank,” I replied, rolling my eyes. I had just received another bag of old, musty clothes from Barbara. “Here, let me show you,” I added, lifting out a tatty old dress I had tucked into my handbag.
“Why don’t you ever tell her to stop?”
“Because that would be rude, and John wouldn’t like it,” I said, exasperated. “He thinks she’s just trying to help.”
Megan sighed. “You’re too nice, Lucy. Too nice.”
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John came home later that evening, looking tired but cheerful. “Hey, Luce. Got some good news! Mom wants to take Emma to the park tomorrow.”
“That’s great,” I said, masking my unease. “Just make sure she doesn’t change Emma into any of those clothes she brings.”
John laughed. “Come on, Luce. They’re just clothes.”
The next day, when John and Emma returned, my heart sank. Emma was wearing a stained, oversized dress. It looked like it had been pulled straight from the garbage.
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“Mommy, Grandma said this is what normal kids wear,” Emma said, her eyes wide with confusion.
“Sometimes people have strange ideas about what’s important,” I explained. “But we know what makes us happy, right?”
Emma nodded. “I like the clothes you buy me, Mommy. They’re pretty and clean.”
I kissed her forehead. “And that’s what matters.”
“But what if Grandma gets mad?” Emma’s voice was small.
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“Don’t worry about that, sweetie,” I reassured her. “Mommy will handle it.”
The next day, I decided to confront John. “John, we need to talk about your mother.”
He looked up from his newspaper, surprised. “What about her?”
“I can’t keep accepting those old clothes she brings for Emma. It’s not right.”
John frowned. “Lucy, you know she means well. She’s just trying to help.”
I shook my head. “No, John. She’s trying to make a point. She thinks I’m wasting your money on new clothes for Emma.”
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He sighed. “I’ll talk to her.”
“No, John. I’ll handle it.”
Barbara’s visits had always been a source of tension. She’d swoop in with her designer bags, full of judgment and old clothes. “Lucy, you must learn to be frugal,” she’d say, handing me another bag of rags.
“Thank you, Barbara,” I’d reply, forcing a smile. “I’ll see what I can do.”
But the truth was, I never used those clothes. Emma deserved better. She deserved clean, well-fitting clothes, not the cast-offs Barbara deemed suitable.
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The day after the park incident, Barbara showed up unannounced. She waltzed into the living room, her perfume overpowering. “Lucy, we need to talk,” she declared, sitting down as if she owned the place.
“Barbara, I can’t keep accepting these clothes for Emma,” I said, my voice firm.
She looked taken aback. “What do you mean? They’re perfectly good clothes.”
“No, they’re not. They’re dirty and old. Emma deserves better.”
Barbara’s eyes narrowed. “Are you saying my gifts aren’t good enough?”
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“I’m saying Emma shouldn’t have to wear rags while you live in luxury.”
Barbara’s face flushed with anger. “I am trying to teach her humility.”
“Humility? By making her feel less than? That’s not how it works, Barbara.”
She stood up abruptly. “You’re ungrateful, Lucy. You don’t appreciate anything I do.”
I took a deep breath. “I’m grateful for many things, Barbara, but not for making my daughter feel inferior.”
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Barbara stormed out, leaving a tense silence in her wake. I knew I had crossed a line, but it was a line that needed crossing.
John came home that evening, sensing the tension. “What happened?” he asked.
“I told your mother we can’t accept her clothes anymore,” I said, bracing for his reaction.
He sighed, rubbing his temples. “Lucy, this is going to cause a lot of trouble.”
“Maybe, but it’s the right thing to do.”
He nodded slowly. “Alright. I support you, but this isn’t going to be easy.”
“I know, but it’s necessary,” I said, feeling relieved to have my husband’s support, but also anxious.
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***
The next weekend, Barbara texted, insisting on taking Emma out again. My heart pounded as I typed my response. “No, Barbara. Not until you understand why this has to change.”
She replied with a string of angry messages, but I stood my ground. For Emma, for our family, and for myself, this had to change.
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Barbara’s birthday was the perfect time to set things right. I spent the next week meticulously gathering everything for the party: chipped plates, mismatched cups, and day-old pastries. John raised an eyebrow at my choices but said nothing.
On the day of the party, Barbara was dressed in her finest, a sparkling gown and expensive jewelry. She welcomed her friends into the house, oblivious to my plan.
The guests were greeted by the sad spread of food and the thrifted table settings. Barbara’s friends exchanged confused and uncomfortable glances, while Barbara tried to maintain her composure.
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“Lucy, what is all this?” Barbara asked, trying to keep her irritation hidden behind a forced smile.
“It’s a special spread, Barbara,” I said sweetly. “Like the gifts you give Emma.”
Her face tightened, but she said nothing. The room buzzed with awkward conversations.
Then came the gifts. Barbara tore into mine eagerly, expecting something grand. Instead, she found an old, broken chair, wrapped up nicely. The room fell silent.
“Lucy, what is this supposed to mean?” Barbara’s voice wavered with anger and embarrassment.
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“It’s what you’ve been giving Emma,” I said, standing tall. “You dress her in rags while you live in luxury. How is that fair?”
Her friends murmured in agreement. Barbara’s face turned red, and she seemed on the verge of tears.
“I… I didn’t realize it was that bad,” she stammered. “I thought I was teaching her humility.”
“Humility?” I echoed, my voice trembling. “You’re just making her feel less than. That’s not what family does.”
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Barbara looked around the room, seeing nods of agreement from her friends. She took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Lucy. I really am.”
John, who had been watching quietly, stepped forward. “Mom, Lucy’s right. Emma deserves better than that.”
Barbara looked at him, her eyes glistening. “I never meant to hurt anyone. I just… I thought I was doing the right thing.”
John sighed. “We know you didn’t mean any harm. But things need to change.”
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Martha, one of Barbara’s oldest friends, spoke up. “You know, Barbara, this reminds me of your childhood. Remember how you hated hand-me-downs?”
Barbara’s face softened. “I did hate them. I guess I never dealt with those feelings properly.”
I looked at Barbara, seeing her in a new light. “I didn’t know.”
“It’s no excuse,” Barbara said quietly. “But I’m trying to do better now.”
John hugged her. “Thank you, Mom. It means a lot.”
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From that day forward, Barbara changed. She stopped bringing old clothes for Emma and instead began contributing positively to her granddaughter’s life, buying her new clothes and toys.
The relationship between Lucy and Barbara improved, marked by newfound respect and understanding. My bold action, driven by love for my daughter and a desire for fairness, ultimately brought the family closer together.
In the following months, Barbara’s transformation was remarkable. She not only
changed her behavior towards Emma but also started volunteering at local shelters and food banks. She began using her resources to help those in need, turning her past actions into a force for good.
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