Bulemia Stories

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A short story based on one of my many PTSD nightmares.

His name is Dean, hers Carmine Quinn. Most people just call her Carmine; Dean thinks both names fit her best. Dean and Carmine didn't fall in love, if you were wondering.

Dedicated to the One who makes me Beautiful. “I praise YOU for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” Psalm 139:14 Inspiration for this story is from the song “Beautiful” by Bethany Dillon. The chapter titles came from the lyrics of the song. Thanks to BlueVelvetRose for the cover. She does all of my covers. She's awesome! So many girls look at the airbrushed models in magazines and the photo-shopped women on videos and television, then look in the mirror and realize they don’t measure up. The reality is that only 1% of the female population fits into that category deemed “beautiful.” This story is a fictional short story based on real events. Hopefully it will inspire readers, male and female, to see themselves for who they are: beautiful creations formed with care by a loving Creator. Story Line: Nora was an average girl: brown hair, green eyes, heavier than most though not obese, not terribly tall or too short. She loved singing, acting, and was semi-fluent in French. She had a few really close friends who made her feel special. But something was missing deep inside of her. She wanted one thing: to be seen as more than just an average girl. The love she encounters will take her to a deep level of security, and bring her to a new self-awareness and self-confidence that she's never had before. Happy Reading!

Brooklyn and Wesley live in Elk Creek a small town where nothing seems happens. But when the infamous Avery Montgomery commits suicide, slowly the ugly truth is revealed. And every one night stand, lifelong secret and unpunished crime are uncovered. Why do the beautiful people of Elk Creek high have so many secrets? Why do the continue to do horrible things to one another? And why was it Avery who had to pay the price?

Notification: One new message from Username Unknown. Rosh Jamsay: Hey! Finally online I see. Username Unknown: Yeah, sorry about that. It's been so crazy lately... Rosh Jamsay: Really? How? Username Unknown: Just...a lot of thing going wrong... Josh Ramsay never expected to connect with someone he's never met, and through a random ass dating app Matt dared him to sign up for. Naturally when a bunch of fans found out, they immediately messaged him. He responded to a few, most of them only caring about his fame and asking him to marry them. But with the simple message of "Hey, you're beautiful, have a good day." Every morning for a month before he responded, somehow he began to look forward to the morning and evening ritual of talking to "Username Unknown." Rosh Jamsay: ...typing...

I can't share this with anyone, so I thought why not write about it, where no one knows me, and some can relate. this is about anorexia, it will be triggering, suicide might come up, this is basically me sharing my thought's, so it will be dark. but I can't hold it in anymore. I can't.

This might be triggering don't read if your triggered by bulimia/anorexia/cutting/suisidal shit this is not a joke or me looking for attention just my thoughts This is real plz be nice to meh :(

Just a place for my thoughts, emotions, dreams, wishes and my past. (╹◡╹）♡ Hello. You may know me by 'Sp0oky Chan', or 'Sp0oky Lucif3r'. My real life name is Ebony Hazen. I was born on the 6th of July, 2000. I'm prepared to share my thoughts with you, reveal my past, and talk about my worries and fears. (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Warning! It may get a little personal and deep in some parts. But I'm just writing as I go, and I'll update each day. I'm sorry if I offend anyone with what I may say. ｡ﾟ(ﾟ'ω'ﾟ)ﾟ｡

All Frank Zhang knows about his mother is that she was brave enough to risk her life fighting for what's right, even dying for it. So, as soon as he's old enough, he does not hesitate to enroll the army. To kill. That's the only order he recieves. To kill without the shadow of a doubt. But when he sees her golden eyes shinning with determination, a diferent kind of bullet hits his chest. Truth be told, he wasn't allowed to talk to her... But, alas, all is fair in love and war, isn't it? Yes, I'm the Frazel author you've been looking for ;).

Just a story about a girl who is cutting.

I wrote a poem. TW/ cutting, self harm, eating disorder, depression.

Just a few random poems about life, death and all things in between.

My words. Just words. So much meaning. So much hurt A message of self harm, anorexia, bulimia

Cheshire is the type of girl that has it all, but will she let her overweight come in between her friends and boyfriend, or will she do something about it?