Bfrb Stories

"And the hair floated to the ground" This is a story about a girl with Trichotillomania, a Body-Focused Repetitive Behaviour where one yanks the hairs from their very body. It's not a diary, but it might as well be. (01; Pull of the Current) [in progress] (02; Cut to the Chase) [unpublished] (03; Back to the Bone) [unpublished]

A poem about trichotillomania. Trichotillomania a disorder where you compulsively pull out your hair. If you want to learn more, I recommend checking out BFRB.org (The TLC Foundation). Thank you for reading.

Poetry I write. This is partially also for my classes at school. Enjoy.

"What's up with your eyebrow? Kinda looks shorter than the other." She tried to get closer to his face, but he pushed her away. "Oh it's nothing, I tried trimming my eyebrows but i messed up that one." He dissmised. She stared at him a second before dropping the topic. She started to talk again, but Steven was already in deep thought. (Posted on AO3) ((this is litteraly just me projecting on Steven lmao))

Hidden away in a crumbling kingdom, Calum burns for the life he should have had. The Black Hunt, however cruel and unforgiving, is his only home. Their job? To track down diseased monsters known only as "deadwings" in exchange for riches and arcane secrets from the neighboring welfling colony, who struck up the deal out of desperation to save whatever citizens hadn't already succumbed to the curse. It was simple, Kill the deadwings, eradicate the disease, save the world. At least it was simple until Calum met one.

Trichotillomania is an extremely difficult problem to conquer. This book's purpose is to show people with it that they are not alone and to educate those who don't know what Trich is and those who don't understand. Follow @pulling_frenzy on twitter