Bodyimage Stories

She measured her waist every morning. He measured his hope in months. The measuring tape won. Amara has spent her life controlling her body - measuring, restricting, sculpting - because she believes her worth lives in her waistline. When pregnancy forces her body to change in ways she can't control, she faces an impossible choice: let go of the identity she's built, or fight to keep it at any cost. Her boyfriend Alex watches her disappear into obsession. He begs her to stop. She hides. She lies. She works out in secret, wearing corsets at night, tightening the measuring tape until something finally breaks. This is not a romance. It's a reckoning. A story about muscle memory, inherited trauma, and the brutal difficulty of unlearning the beliefs that have become our identity. Because the body keeps everything - even the things we wish it would let go. 🕯️ Content warning: pregnancy loss, body image struggles, emotional distress. 16+ #Dark Romance#Psychological Fiction#Women's Fiction#Contemporary Romance#Emotional#Sad Story#Grief#Loss#BodyImage#Obsession#Love#Heartbreak#PregnancyLoss#Trauma#Healing#SlowBurn#Angst#RealisticFiction#Tearjerker#New Adult #Character Driven#Literary Fiction#Relationship Drama#Mental Health#Self Discovery#Emotional Rollercoaster#Dark Themes#Intense#Romance With Depth#Coming of Age#Family Drama#Mothers andDaughters#DomesticFiction#Infertility#Miscarriage#Grief and Healing

Hayley is a teenage girl living out the best days of her life in summer camp with her friends, but when the last day of camp pulls up feelings start getting too real but while everyone is getting dates for the dance Hayley can't get over the demons of her mind...

It's for everyone. Both those that have already tried recovery and those who are still fighting. I'm here to support. All of you, all of us. Because we all matter. I'm not a professional. Not a psychologist, psychiatrist. Just an ed survivor, writing from lived experience. Skip if you find these triggering - I completely understand. I believe that we all deserve support, and much better than the world that portrays serious diseases as "success stories" or "becoming healthier, prettier." We can do better. In short, this is a series about eating disorders and everything related to them: relapses, beginnings, the process, healing, society's influence, and recovery. I write about things that affect me as a person who has, and still is struggling with this little trap in her mind that says to give up. And that's why I'm creating this. We need something else besides the constant skinny obsession, don't we? Even if you decide not to read any of the chapters - I get it. If you don't agree with my point of view that I share in this project, that's alright. I'm not trying to convince anyone to my mind. I'm trying to let people with invisible, underrated struggles be heard, seen. And you're valid. You're enough. There're more of us. We are no longer silent. We're here for ourselves - that's already a big step toward healing. I'm not going to tell you that recovery is the same for everyone. I'm not going to tell you that people won't comment on your appearance. I'm not going to tell you that you'll always love yourself after recovery. But I am going to, at least try, to convince you that being alive is worth more than looking a certain way. You think feeling your bones is hot? You know what's more? BEING ALIVE. Healing is a process. And it's hard. But as long as you are alive, you always have a chance. I'm not one of the perfectly recovered ones. I see this trap. I've lived in it. I still do. But I'm not afraid of speaking about it - until someone finally hears me.

A girl struggles with being overweight her whole life. Her life was horrible and she gained a eating disorder. She never felt pretty up until...

This story is about a girl no child nor adult should go through.

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

Misha's life is finally improving after living in her personal hellhole she unaffectionally calls The Tumbleweeds back to her previous hometown of Pelican Shores. She reconnects with friends of the past and encounters new lovers. She longed for a social life that was like her agemates. Will she be able to handle her new social life or will the weight of her decisions prove too heavy.

I didn't plan on falling in love with Harry Styles. I planned on surviving. Behind a bar, my life makes sense. Drinks in, drinks out. Keep moving. Don't get too close to anyone who might leave. Harry ruins that system the moment he walks in. He's patient in a way that's dangerous. Gentle in a way that makes it hard to keep my distance. He doesn't try to fix me, doesn't ask me to explain the parts of my life I'd rather keep buried. He just... stays. What starts as late-night conversations and quiet companionship slowly becomes something neither of us expected. Something steady. Something terrifying. Something that might actually be love. And when you've spent your entire life learning how to do everything alone, letting someone stay might be the hardest thing of all. UPDATES 9 AM & 9PM EST DAILY!!!! #1 in harrystyles

It's not really a story, at least not in my point of view. But if you want to enter inside my head, then I welcome you in. I say is not a story cause this is who I am and what I'm dealing with. Hi my name is Amanda and I'm the author of this bio (book?story? ) and this is just me.

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"You're beautiful," he looked me dead in the eyes and I saw that he wasn't joking. He stood up and pulled me up with him. "You are the most beautiful girl I laid my eyes on," he said. "Then you must not have looked at a lot of girls," I responded looking at our feet. He pulled me into an embrace and put his hand on my hips. I tried to wiggle away from him, but he pulled me even closer tightening his grip on me. My head was off to the side. I didn't want to look at him. His finger found his way to my chin and he guided me to look into his eyes. "I will help you see yourself how I see you. I will help you see that you are beautiful. You will love yourself as much as I love you," he proclaimed. He leaned forward breaking the space between us and kissed my cheek. He turned around grabbed my bag and grabbed his keys and went towards the door. ~~~~ Eliza is a short overweight girl. She often compared herself to other girls. She has good friends, awesome brothers, and good grades. But her parents are barely there and when they are they are distant and often feels invisible. When a cute basketball player named Kai takes an interest in her, she finally feels important. He makes her feel alive, wanted, and safe. Battling with her family, friends, weight, and emotions for Kai she tries to find herself. ~~~~~

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Lets crack open trauma, and let the light sink into the cracks; to start healing ourselves. Let's not be defined by our traumas. We are not victims, but survivors. Because I believe that survivors are strong. Trauma - An injury or damage to a biological organism caused by physical harm from an external source (updated on 4/12/17; 11:41PM EST)

My struggle with weight and body image. This piece does have an **eating disorder warning** attached to it.

Judy Andrews seems like a normal 9th grader, living a normal life. But the escape from the hell she was living beyond that wall she built comes in the form of an end-of-year crazy car ride with her favourite math teacher. As the next period will seem a heaven, will she be able to survive the secrets it will uncover? Or will she break away like a shattered glass?

After that kind of opening, you probably want some sort of explination. You see, I'm a suicidal teen, and this is going to be my plan notebook. both for organizing my thought and communicating after death. Officially I have stared writing this on September 17th, 2015 at 8:12 pm. I don't quite know when I'll kill myself, but hopefully it's soon. I just can't live anymore.

I'll add more poems as I write them, they're mostly sad and self deprecating. I added some random school assignment poems.