a friend of mine thought I should share my stories, so I did. my friend didn't even read my stories after that. neither do they care. so who does. enjoy I guess.
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⚠️TW : triggering people on purpose, body image issues (body dysmorphia) , panic attack ⚠️
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He stood in the bathroom again, looking at his pathetic face in the mirror. The reflection drove him crazy.
Who are you?
Is what ran through his mind all along.
You're so ugly.
Once again the young man shook his head and took out the hair tie that held his blonde hair up. While he silently brushed through it, he tried to concentrate on his hair and wanted to keep his mind shut.
Look at all this.
When he finished, he tilted his head, looking at his own, disgusting face.
How many times did this happen already? He lost count. He didn't want to count it anymore either.
What happened to you... Who are you?
His smile faded instantly while he took his toothbrush, sighing.
I hate it.
Mirrors scared him. Yet he looked into every single thing that shows his reflection, be it the window of a shop or all the mirrors inside of the clothing shops.
He left the bathroom and walked towards his room, passing a full length mirror.
He stopped, looking at his body.
Look at those legs, way too long. too thin. like sticks. the waist, god, look at it. it doesn't fit the upper body. and the face. those chubby cheeks, ruining everything.
"too feminine for a boy. too masculine for a girl."
"Okay Liam, ready to leave?"
The blonde didn't turn his head, staring at the mirror before answering.
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