Bodydismorphia Stories

Sierra Stevens was seen by everyone as the definition of perfect. Everyone, except for herself. When she looked in the mirror all she could do is hate what she saw. Justin Allen has never been one to stand out in a crowd, he has lived normally for most of his life. Like every other person he has simply admired Sierra from afar. When the two meet, Justin learns that Sierra is not as perfect as he thought, the two are not so different at all. Together the pair learn that there is a thin line between perfection and tragedy.

"𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚐." 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦. daphe is just trying to survive her second year in college, but too many things are going on at once. one girl at her school, aliyah, teases and makes fun of her body, daphne's parents shame her for eating, her grades are tanking, self harm is taking her over, and the only thing holding her together is her best friend, alisba. _________________________________________________ tw : body dysmorphia, sh, suicide

Your own body felt foreign to you, and you could never tell why. Being outcast as a child due to a deformity, you grew up without culture, rather you remained a blank slate. But you knew there was something out there, bigger and grander than anything you could ever imagine. And you felt close to whatever it was. Growing up close to reef people, you were never really given a chance to connect with the people, till one day when you spotted large shadows overhead. Curiosity would get the better of you, and you'd check it out. It was a family, seeking uturu, sanctuary. The longer you looked at them, the more curious you grew. And you found yourself seeking out members of the family, curious as to who they might be, and the story of why they came. Alongside them, you learn the way of water, learning the way of the people and hopefully gaining a community.

This is my truth, I invite the pain you caused. Showed me a lot about myself... there's a lot more to love when looking in the mirror now. Because I see me, not perfect, not scared, just simply my imperfect perfect self; I have miles and miles of unthreaded pieces, I have been punctured and prodded at, I have been taken advantage of, No matter how many times I pick up the sewing needle, How many times I attempt, I am still miles and miles away from me, From who I am, It's sad how many scattered pieces of me I have lying around, What if there is no thread long enough to put me back whole again, Maybe it was a matter of time I stop trying, Maybe it was okay being broken, Perfectly, In all the right places, Teaching me not to break so easily next time (Small Note from the Author) It's just easier, a lot easier etching our break-up on blank pages than it is talking to my friends or even therapist about it.The truth is I hate myself for still having some part of me that loves him. I needed to escape, I needed some fucking peace. Somewhere to put all the pain you out me through. This small novel is an outlet as I lived through the heartbreak of loving an addict. Unfortunately this was my first boyfriend, and a big learning curve for future relationships. I hope this book becomes an outlet for others too, if you're going through a breakup know there is a light at the end of the tunnel! ❤️

Hi, I'm Molly. This is about me and my life. These are stories about someone who is no one and feels like an outsider no matter what they do. I'm going to delve all into my childhood trauma. I'm gonna talk about everything that I'm too scared to say to other people. It has all the family issues and identity crises wrapped up in there too. Maybe it's not special, or maybe you might relate to it? But, the most important thing is do you believe it? So much has happened in my life to make me who I am, so many things that are so unbelievable that there's no way this could be real. This is also my way to get it all off my chest. *Based on my actual life, names changed for privacy. My life from my perspective.* Disclaimer: I have adhd and I am terrible with dates, so this isn't your typical chronological story. It's my story, so I'll tell it in my own way. This is what you would call a non-linear story. ‼️‼️Trigger warning: eating disorders, suicidal thoughts, slut-shaming, mild sexual abuse, family/psychological abuse‼️‼️

All the random poetry from my 20s.

Jenna is starting a new school. She's no one special. She has her issues with both food and her mental health, but its not that bad.. right? She's just trying to survive, but she gets sucked into the high school drama of a friend group she barely knows. She's never thought about being in love, but maybe it wouldn't be so bad? In a world full of empty promises and short-sighted people, is it possible to actually find someone who cares? No one knows yet. (This is a story about mental health and eating issues, as much as it's a love story. So trigger warning.)

A short poem-like story about eating disorders/body dysmorphia. This is something that I personally have struggled with, but there's nowhere else I can post this, so I'm posting it on the horny story app.

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This is my testimony on how I was lost into darkness, and brought into the light. How I was lost, but then found. How I was dead, and brought back to life. How in only 1-2 hours, years of self hatred, addiction, and bad physical health, were all healed. I hope for you to read all of my story and enjoy 💜✨

where do the mature children go when the others catch up and they're once again ordinary? what happens to the smart, good girls when they finally burn out? WARNING!! This book may include sensitive or fragile topics to some readers. Proceed with caution. Sensitive issues this book may consist of: Pressure, maturity, self hate, identity labels, body dysmorphia, eating disorders, need of approval, escape, suicidal thoughts, self harm, manipulation, loss of safety, rape Themes of each part: part one - premature maturity part two - who you are - self hate/identity labels part three - who you want to be - body dysmorphia/eating disorders part four - where you would rather be - suicidal thoughts/self harm part five - men - rape/manipulation

A collection of poems and thoughts from deep within the mind of a mentalist... Mentalist /ˈmɛnt(ə)lɪst/ noun 1. INFORMAL•BRITISH an eccentric or mad person.

a girl with undying love for a boy but with how "fat" she is, she thinks he will never like her back. Little does she know he has a secret.

A poetry chapbook exploring what it means to be beautiful. I wrote these poems with my own mental health in mind, and how I feel about my own body

comic hasn't been feeling well. He only knows dream through blue. When Dream decides to visit comic, he learns a few things about the original he hadn't known before and decides to help him.

just a thought

A battle between control and submission, between comfort and destruction.. When obsession becomes addiction, when pain turns into euphoria, when the line between friend and enemy blurs... will you make the choice before it's too late? Or will you let Ana lead you to the end, whispering sweet lies as you fade away?

Lou struggles with 6 things. 1. She hates her mother and her mother hates her. 2. School is boring. 3. She is single. 4. She doesn't feel herself when she is with her friends. 5. She is always in pain. 6. She's fat.

How do you tell your friends that you are getting bad again? Spoiler : you don't ▪︎A Cashton Fanfiction TRIGGER WARNING: mention of suicidal thoughts, depression, selfharm, bodydismorphia, selfhate, eating disorders. Please don't read if you are not in the mental state for it, this is a sad story