Истории Bodyissues

june is dragged to a trip to los angeles that she doesn't even want to go to. what she doesn't know is that this trip will change her miserable life forever. billie has a past no one really knows about. she doesn't talk about it. she doesn't let people in. but that night, when she sees a girl crouched on the ground, something in her shifts.

Just my poems about mental health and other things

an insight into my mind that no one asked for. a collection of my poetry. ranks: #26 in adversity

Hi so basically I just started to write poems and this is where I will publish them! I am very new to this, I hope to get feedback! This is going to be a work of all my poems, will be updated at least once a week.

a collection of poems and short essays written as a way to release the inner thoughts and reflections of a first-year university student trying to tackle life, love, and a plethora of other emotions. - - - author note: updates will be sporadic as the entries are taken straight from my private journal and are not planned out or scheduled in any fashion. I hope that readers can enjoy my writing nonetheless and can connect with my raw outpouring of sentiments.

First Grade is a raw and intimate poem about the quiet beginning of body dysmorphia in childhood. What starts as a simple Halloween costume becomes the moment a six-year-old girl first feels ashamed of her body - a feeling that follows her into high school and into her relationships. Through memories of cheetah ears, mirrors, and unanswered compliments, the poem explores how early self-hatred can take root and grow alongside you. It captures the painful contrast between childhood innocence and the heavy awareness of feeling "wrong" in your own skin.

A collection of poetry and short stories based on personal experiences that I faced in my childhood and adulthood. Trigger Warning ⚠️: *Mental Illness *Body Image Issues *Eating Disorder *Dark Themes *Emotional Manipulation

Kimber Justins is a teenage girl, just like you and me. And just like you and me, she lives under the colossal weight of society telling her how she should look. Behind the Filter tells a story of girl caught up in social media who takes drastic measures to make herself seem as what the media rules as an "ideal female". Friendships and relationships are tested, but Kimber just can't see Behind the Filter.

I fell in love with you for you, not for how you look (though you look pretty damn great too)

Working at Victoria's Secret has been one hell of a job. Your job consists of complimenting young girls and selling them their hopes and dreams. Making them feel perfect and beautiful. If only someone could do the same for you.

Hi there! Sometimes I get sad and have thoughts that come in the form of poetry. Or at least I think so. So here are my thoughts, if you resonate with them, feel free to vote, comment, or message me! Thanks for reading! Instagram: nugssssss

Crossposted on my ao3 Juniper_On_Jupiterr This was named when I didn't have a story plan, so this is pretty bad TwT TWs: self-harm, body image issues, child abuse

This is kinda a sad diary. English is not my first language so yeah

Honest truth from the heart of someone struggling with weight and body image.

*All credit to the author of the picture* F.I.N.E Fucked up Insecure Neurotic Emotional. The premise of this book is based on "F.I.N.E" 18+ Topics Amber who is in a toxic, abusive relationship. Her finance,Liam, has gained/manipulated the friendship of her friends. Austin Huxley, who is the sleep-around type of guy. Austin Huxley is Noah, Amber's brothers, best friend. They were neighbors as little kids and grew up together. ------------------------- STORY CLIP The loudness of the silence fills the bathroom as I try to focus. I try to feel. I try to understand and use my senses to keep me alive. But my will to live is disappearing. I am in the bathroom sobbing after Liam told me how Im a fat worthless bitch. My life is worthless. I'm starting to believe him. I'm a fat-ass narcissistic person who can't think about anything but her own problems. I stare at the pill bottle in my hand when my phone suddenly rings, echoing throughout the small space. "Hey I was wondering if you wanted to-" Austin's voice stops when I sniffle. He can tell something is wrong. I sob escapes my lips as I tremble. Austin deep voice comes from the phone, "Princess, are you okay?" His voice is filled with worry. "No..." My voice shakes as I drop the phone on the bathroom floor, my sobs echo throughout the room. "C-can you come over?" I can hardly speak as I stare at the pill bottle in my palm. I hear keys. Metal hitting metal. The start of an engine. "You probably think I'm suck a narcissistic bitch." My voice breaks as I try to stop crying. "Amber. What the absolute fuck are you talking about?! Your one of the best people in the entire world." His words come out fast as if I'm going to die soon. I mean, I might. "Every thinks I have the best life, but I don't." I hiccup. "I have the shittest life ever. And I'm sorry but I gave to go." The sound of pills shaking makes Austin scream. "Amber, don't hang up! Im coming, please ..." "Sorry..." The line goes silent.

First try to let some of my my thoughts become manifest in black and white. Short stories, short paragraphs, little poems, thought abstracts etc - whatever I feel like. Happy about and grateful for everyone who takes his or her time of their day to have a look - thank you so much :) Erster Versuch, einige meiner Gedanken in schwarz-weiß darzustellen. Freue mich über jeden, der sich die Zeit nimmt, da einmal reinzuschauen - vielen Dank :)

As Arielle returns to high school after years of homeschooling, determined for a fresh start after a drastic change. But while the world sees someone new, she's still haunted by the shadows of who she used to be.

Poems about my life bc it's my coping mechanism ig all aboard the train wreck. ⚠️ TW for self-harm, anorexia

This is your story or your neighbors or maybe your best friend's. At least once you may have gone through it and if not then some of your knowns have. sit back and let it flow through your brain and make a home in your subconscious if not already. Welcome aboard! Oubaitori: 𝒶 𝒥𝒶𝓅𝒶𝓃𝑒𝓈𝑒 𝒾𝒹𝒾𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓀𝒶𝓃𝒿𝒾 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔: 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓇𝓎, 𝓅𝓁𝓊𝓂, 𝒶𝓅𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑜𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽." "𝐸𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝒻𝓁𝑜𝓌𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓂𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝒾𝓉𝓈 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓃𝑒𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒