Have you guys heard of the Sidewalk Chalk Project? It’s such a fun, creative way to inspire people. Check out their Facebook page! 

This coming Tuesday*, I’m going to go create some sidewalk chalk messages to add to this project. I’m inviting anyone else who wants to join in to post their pictures on the Sidewalk Chalk Project’s Facebook page and tell them Project Acceptance sent you. :) 

I’ll post them in an album on our page as well. :)

*This isn’t limited to just Tuesday, that’s just when I’m doing it with my friends. 

Who’s going to join us?

Here’s the link to the event page. It will take place on June 11th at 4pm in Danville, Indiana. :)

I’m Zack and I am OVERWEIGHT. I know I’m not as big as some, but it is still hard when society pushes you down and pressures you. I have had medical problems with losing weight. I have had seizures and was on a medication that would make me gain weight. Within the last year I have lost 50 pounds and still can’t be happy with myself. One day I’ll learn to ACCEPT myself and then others will too.

Society tells us that if you aren’t in a size 5-6 pants or a size small you’re FAT. No one will like you, you get excluded, made fun of, and no matter how hard you try to loose weight or make yourself look skinnier……..You’re still FAT!

So, I’m getting ready to add an inspiration board to my room. I’ll post pictures when it’s all done. :) 

What are some of your favorite quotes? What inspires you?

I will not allow my past to determine my future!

“Hi my name is Savanna. I am 20 years old and I struggle a lot with being GAY. This is because people in my community are not educated enough to not make people feel like they are different that are in my situation. I try to overcome the comments and negativity that comes from others but it is hard when people just want to judge you….”

Hello my name is Uriel and I have a low self-esteem. I have always been SELF-CONSCIOUS about myself, it all started in 6^th grade. My mom thought that sending me to a catholic private school will reduce the chances of me being exposed to “violence”, but somehow it didn’t. There were about 14 kids in my whole 6^th grade class, nearly all of them were boys and the majority of them picked on me. As years passed, I allowed other people to hurt me (emotionally), and blamed myself for it. I started hating myself and forcing myself to change physically. I stopped eating and socializing with people who cared about me………. “Scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going”