Stopbodyshaming Stories

❝If I'm going to write a book it will be about you − about your flaws − because when I first fell in love with you it was because of your flaws.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017

Rank 1 in Ross Butler tag Rank 2 in Reality tag over 1k+ stories Well, best friends? Rather define it as soulmates. It's literally someone who makes you a better person. Oh-wrong. It's actually an action taken by yourself to be better due to an inspiration someone has brought into your life. A soulmate is someone who you carry with you forever. It's that one person who knew you and accepted you for who you are. It's that one person who believed in you before anyone else did or when no one else would. You look back at their pictures and smile, shit. It has always been you. That person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet - a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. But the question is, what would you ever do if you meet someone again from the past because he or she was destined for you? Would you run away or give each other second chances? But how? Two different people start to find out what would have been done in order to refrain the huge misunderstanding by reflecting the old memories with hows. A story to relay a message of making a difference and bringing back the hope old classic love used to have, the love without relying on social medias but with sincerity, communication and commitment. © blasterrism 2018

"What the hell do you think you're doing on my property?" He shouts really loud. What's the point? I was standing a few inches away from him, yet he yells as if I were all the way in China. "Well I don't see your name written anywhere, therefore you don't really have any evidence that it is your property" "Do you not know who I am?" He asks in disbelief. Yeah, an idiot that's who you are. "I am the gang leader of one of the most feared gangs in America" "Wow, oh my god, you're a gang leader. I'm sooo scared" I waved my arms and spoke sarcastically. "You really don't know who you're messing with" "Yeah, yeah ok. Whatever. Can you please just show me the way out? I need to be home like now" "Awww, the little nerd has some manners. Isn't that cute?" He says in fake happiness and steps closer and pinches my cheek. What the hell is wrong with this guy? "Right that's it. I've had enough of you and your stupid face" And without thinking twice I punched him in his face. Once I realised what I had done, I was shocked, really shocked. I had only seen the guy twice and I'm already punching him. What is wrong with me? "I'm just gonna go now" And without waiting for a reply, I ran in the opposite direction. Let's just hope I never see him again. **I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 11/12 AND IT'S SO BAD (HONESTLY TRUST ME) SO I WOULD RECOMMEND READING MY OTHER BOOK: CLAIMED, but you have been warned** *AGAIN, THANK YOU @amaze_onetrustno FOR THE AMAZING COVER. ALL HER COVERS ARE AMAZING!!!* #StopBodyShaming #ProjectWomanUp #ProjectFeelAwesom #ProjectBreakStereotypes #Weareteenqueens Started: 24/03/2017 Ongoing

This is my entry for #DigitalAMAwithRheea for "The Body Myth" contest. Excerpt: * The woman was sitting on a park bench in West Point Gardens,where I came every sunday for a five- kilometer walk. She couldn't see me but I had to stop midstride to stare at her. I looked at her for three reasons. 1. Her face was twisted in contemplation; 2. She was wearing a beige kurta with a transparent golden dupatta; and 3. She was fucking gorgeous. I'm a woman who takes great pleasure in noticing other woman, in raw appreciation for our sex, but also as a comparative study. I could not,however take the time to asses her beauty. She was up to something strange. Her head darted behind and to the side. I was sure she was checking if anyone was looking at her. She was at the centre of a vast bamboo garden. No one else was in the garden. I was at the corner, out of her view. She looked back to the center, her facial muscles tweaked with confidence. She took a few deep breaths and stared to tremble. * Continued in the next chapter. I hope y'all like it. Thank you.

Being skinny isn't all that important to fifteen-year-old Rosamund Parker. Even though she's surrounded by a horde of Barbie doll lookalikes, she's happy with who she is. With her best friend, Sage, by her side, she's perfectly content. But when Sage abruptly exits her life, it's all too easy to let the whispers destroy the fleeting self-confidence Rosie has put up over the years. If everyone thinks badly of you, are you really worth anything? Or are you just a series of stretch marks, and nothing more? Cover made by @Nau2014 highest rank-- Poetry: #351 - 07/25/16 © Makenna Collette (@mack-collette) 2016 All Rights Reserved

"You're a pile of poop." "You're a fountain of pee." Dialogue Story

❝ If we could be born again in our next life, promise me we'll meet again. ❞ tyzixx

Weird. Crazy. Odd. Nerdy. Rebellious. Smart. . Adjectives we shy away from. . We are what we are, so why should we change to fit into society's ideal mold? . Let us be weird, crazy, nerdy, odd, smart and rebellious because since when is it a bad thing? Why let people tell us who we are and who we should be? Why not be who we are and embrace it and be confident about it? Well, because we've been taught it's not okay to be us and that we should fit into the mold that was created for us. Yeah. Well. No. More. . Project #ImAFinePieceOfArt is here to promote Self Confidence And Self Importance. . Be yourself because YOU my dear ARE A FINE PIECE OF ART!

He, she, they can say things but you are beautiful. I love you! ♥️

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Paige Lancaster is a prude. Rowan Hawthorn is a slut. Melody Thompson is a tease. Toby Goldsmith is a player. The four form an unlikely and grudging friendship to break free of their titles. But who knew it could be this hard to get rid of these labels and just be themselves?

"Piggy Penelope, Piggy Penelope, Piggy Penelope..." It haunts me. Every time I close my eyes. Penelope is a teenager who is suffering from body shaming in her school. Initially, she strives to build up her own self-confidence, but failed. Instead, she did some wrong actions. Luckily, an "angel" was sent to guide her back on the right track. Triggers warning: this story contains attempts of suicide, self-harm and etc.

Intro Broken hearts and scars in only places she can see, she just wanted, she just wanted, to feel something-Molly Kate Kestner, His Daughter Not everyone is lucky. Not everyone has lots of money, lots of friends, and a great family. Alia Johnson isn't one of those people. She has all of those things. She has great grades, good looks, and lots of friends, yet somehow, she is lacking a big thing, a father. Her dad died just one year ago, when his army team was bombed as soon as he was deployed to Iraq. Since than, she lost a lot of other things. Hope, confidence, strength. She has quit dancing, and has also lost interest in music all together. She can't seem to be able to get happy, no matter how much she tries. She doesn't put forth effort to anything anymore, because she feels she has truly lost the light in her life, leaving her miserable and uselessly stranded in the dark. As the holiday season comes around, what used to be a joyus occasion, is now only another miserable time for her. Her mom has yet to notice her struggles, her friends just don't seem to care, and even if she was to have the whole world surrounding her, she could still never feel as though she wasn't alone. Her anxiety keeps her up at night, and leaves her unable to get any sleep. Her thoughts on her self-image and self-worth are also impacting everything she does, from eating, to exercising, to picking out clothes. Letting others thoughts on herself become even more important than her own. Follow Alina and her story as she fights, flies, and cries, along with many other emotions and actions through this journey of hers. Will she be able to overcome this sadness, this struggle, and these other issues she is facing? Will she be able to make it to the end of the tunnel and face the light? Or will her world fade into an even darker blackness than she had before? Find out in... Waiting for That Thing Called Light

some of us are made of stardust but you and I? we are the ashes left behind by the flames ♫ Nineteen-year-old Evelyn Shaw and Twenty-one-year-old Adam Alexander meet by chance while working at a music store during summer break in the small town of Rolling Hills. Together, joined by their love of music, they form an unbreakable bond that leads to love, adventure and, eventually, heartbreak.

❝Hello, I'm calling on behalf of the Anonymous Therapist Program at Moreland Preparatory Academy.❞ ❝You just don't get a hint, do you? I really don't want to talk to you.❞ ❝Gosh, lady, what crawled up your ass? Do you honestly think that I want to spend my Friday night talking to you?❞ ❝Well, you're the one that called me.❞ ❝This is true.❞ ❝So goodbye, for the last time.❞ ••• A short story that alternates between conversations and narrative writing. Extended summary inside.

"Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice. I say the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots." -Tupac Young, African-American teen Ebony Brooks is considered an outcast to society. Not because of any disabilities or awkward personality traits, but because of her rich cocoa skin. However, Ebony is still confident with her dark complexion and receives uplifting praise from her family. Ebony travels through her entire life being a target to other kids, but when will she take a stand and stick up for her beautiful chocolate complexion? cover slayed by @aneonsky This story will be entering in the Wattys2016.