Bodydysphoria Histoires

This is my personal story. And yes the picture above is me.

Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, Oh, it kills, 'Cause I know I'm a mess He don't wanna clean up. I gotta fold 'cause these hands are Too shaky to hold. Hunger hurts, but starving works When it costs too much to love.

tw: sh, ed, trauma

I was living my life when my Dad told me we were moving to forks for his job. I was really, really happy and was immeadiently rushing to get packed.

Author's story of dealing with body dysphoria, eating disorder, trauma, and past self harm.

This is my first book and I will be writing my poems I have written till now in my diary. I hope you enjoy my poems and find comfort knowing that you are not the only one feeling what you are feeling right now. A short one I wrote for the ones who will read my poems: Words of my poem woven by me Turn into a scarf A gift from me to you I hope which warms your heart In this wintry cold season of life. Please do not copy any of my poems without my permission.

"Natalie..." "That's not my name." ||TRIGGER WARNING|| |transphobia|homophobia|panic attacks| ¡completed¡

Based on a dream I had where I was Jax. He was struggling with severe body and gender dysphoria not quite knowing why. Then suddenly realized that perhaps he/him didn't quite fit him as much as he thought it did.

this is a high school au story. It includes both fluff and smut. Not all characters are 18, but they are above/at the age of consent when it comes to smut Vervloekt: 18 Vee: 15 Masha: 16 Ezra: 17 Ivory: 17 Harper: 16 [Judas: 14 Kit: 14] [Dazey: 18 Chase: 16-18, unsure] [Fawn: 16 Yuri: 16 Leon: 16 Klaus: 16 Heidi: 16 Lukas: 16 Axel: 16 Valentina: 16 Andrei: 17] [Hajime: 17 Hunter: 16 (17?)]

Y/n is trans (ftm), who has body dysorphia, and social anxiety. They have an amazing friend group, and is semi-popular. They have a crush, but are not sure that their crush likes them back. Maybe they'll end up dating, or maybe y/n will be too scared to ask them out, who knows? This story will have mistakes. Y/n is bi or pan, or both, I dont know yet, but when I do itll be told. TW: Gore/Blood Vomiting/Throwing up Sickness Talk of bright colours(?) I'll add more if more show up. (If your one of those people who say y/n is a whore or slut [or anything along those lines] for liking two people at the same time, fuck off.)

A collection of trans themes

Twelve-year-old Maxwell decides to tell his first crush what he thinks. But when it goes horribly wrong and he begins to question everything, a chance meeting online manages to turn things around. ***This is a one-shot spinoff of a brief scene from The Royal Romance (Book 2, Chapter 7) where Maxwell describes writing to his first crush as one of his most embarrassing moments.

originally posted on my Ao3 I thought I would post it here

Astreal fell from the heavens without fire, without mercy, and without a way back. Exiled for loving openly and questioning their place, they walk among mortals burdened by heavy wings, visible scars, and the terrifying clarity of a body stripped of divine light. A story about exile, desire, and the dangerous act of choice.

Branden knows how to read people. At least, he thinks he does. Demir knows how to avoid his problems. At least, he thinks he does. Caught somewhere between friendship, resentment, attraction, and self-destruction, both of them are trying to run away from the one thing that they hate and fear the most: Themselves.

This is not a story. It's more a poem for my best friend. Each "chapter" won't be that long. It's only one sentence. I feel I'm never going to be finished with this poem for him so I thought Wattpad would be a great place to just keep adding. Maybe I'll do something special with the poem but no promises. If you come across this I hope you enjoy!

As y/n progresses through life, they are met with harsh truths and pretty lies that increase their character development