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hold-me-sickfics · 3 years

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Alright y’all, I’m proud to introduce you to some of my new OCs! There are more coming, but these are the first😊💖💜 I want to thank @thatoneemokpop-02 and @bt20-whump for proofreading and inspiration. You two are awesome 💜💖💙 so... here goes 😊

TW: food, strip club mention, alcohol, emeto, tiny heartbreak, lots of fluffy cuteness (I think that’s all but if you see any I missed please let me know and I will fix them!)

“Parker, what is the point of coming to the library if you are not going to study?” Cody only looked up from his laptop for a moment before refocusing on his screen.

“I’m trying to help my poor, clueless friend find a date to the smart people formal.” Parker was spinning his fidget spinner at speeds unheard of by mankind.

Cody rolled his eyes, stealing just one more glance to his left.

Parker noticed.

“Dude, why will you not just go talk to her?” Parker could definitely have been heard from across the room.

“Talk to who? I wasn’t looking at anyone.” Cody blushed, his cheeks involuntarily rising in a smile to meet the rims of his glasses.

“Sure. So you were totally not just checking Brooklyn out. Of course not, so you won’t mind if I just go on over there and-”

“Wait! Wait.”

Parker smirked.

“Maybe I was. It’s not important.”

“Are you kidding? Look when you meet the chick that makes you… well… I won’t say it for your sake but if Maverick was here I would. Anyways, that means you gotta shoot your shot. It’s like basketball.”

“Parker I hate sports. We’ve been over this.”

“All because one frisbee hit your glasses yeah yeah…” Parker looked over at Brooklyn. She looked like Cody’s type. He had to get Cody to at least attempt it.

“What if you ask for her snap?”

“I’m not doing that.” Cody shut his laptop. “And another thing. It looks sleazy to just walk up to a girl and ask for her snap okay? You really should try a new method.”

Parker had his idea.

“Oh… you know what? You’re right. What should I do instead?”

“I don’t know, maybe… talk to her? Like at least get on some sort of “friend” level before you ask. It just looks better.”

“Uh huh…” Parker was getting ready to help Cody in a slightly less than orthodox way. “So to talk to her, you’d need a reason right?”

Cody looked over at her, hoping she wouldn’t catch him.

“Yeah… some sort of reason I guess.”

“Okay, don’t kill me.”

Parker got up, and started to walk over to Brooklyn’s table. She was there alone, seemingly very involved in her studies.

“Pardon me ma’am. My name’s Parker, and I was wondering if you like pineapple on pizza?”

Brooklyn blushed.

“I don’t exactly think it’s my thing… although pepperoni is pretty good.” She smiled.

“Awesome. So now that I’ve been established as the crazy person you have in common, Cody?” Parker called back to his previous seat. Cody had his face hidden in a book. He peeked out, throwing the book aside and doing his best to act “chill” as Parker had called it.

“Hi Brooklyn, I apologize for this… i don’t really know what to call him actually. I’m Cody. The-” he partially glared at Parker “more sane one.”

“It’s nice to meet you Cody, and Parker.” She bit her lip, and Cody felt his entire body go stiff. Parker could tell he had to save the day once again.

“So, you’re a hot girl. Have a date to the smart people dinner thing yet?”

“You mean the Academic Formal?”

“Yeah, love the bigger words. They really suit ya.”

“Let me just- one second.” Cody practically pulled Parker over to the side.

“You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m good at it, thank you.” Parker winked, and then went back to Brooklyn.

“Here’s the thing, my main man Cody here doesn’t have a date yet, and I thought you two would make a really cute couple so here’s his snap.”

Cody felt dizzy. Had Parker really just done that? This was the last time he was ever disclosing feelings to him. Actually, come to think of it, this is not the first time he’s said that.

Parker laid on his classic *Dean Winchester* smile, and then came back over to Cody.

“I’m literally planning your demise as we speak.”

------ time skip to 5:00 pm, in Parker’s dorm room------

“Ah I did good today. I found love for the little guy. I’m proud of myself and that means-”

“Do not touch the ice cream Parker I swear I will hurt you.”

Parker jumped.

“Maverick you aren’t supposed to be home yet!”

“And you aren’t supposed to touch my ice cream. So, even.” Maverick took the container away from Parker.

“Now, you wanna explain to me why Cody is trying to recruit me to kill you?”

“Not really.”

“Should I have him explain it?”

“Probably not… how about you just eat your ice cream hm? That would end well for all of us.”

Maverick rolled his eyes. He knew Parker must have really done something bad this time.

*buzz* *buzz*

Parker’s phone went off.

5:23 pm Cody: “ Why did you have to butt in?”

5:24 pm Parker: “ Because you couldn’t do it yourself.”

5:26 pm Cody: “Yeah and if you hadn’t done it, I could still be admiring her from afar and just getting silently and unrightfully irritated when she found another date.”

5:34 pm Parker: “Andddddd where’s the fun in that?”

5:37 pm Cody: “THE FACT THAT IT IS SAFE YOU NIMROD!”

5:43 pm Parker: “It’s still funny that you won’t cuss.”

5:45 pm Cody: “She just snapped me! What do I do? Parker I am scared.” “Parker?” “Parker!”

6:00 pm Parker: “Sorry, Maverick let me have ice cream and I forgot to text back.”

6:02 pm Cody: “ *facepalm* you are no help.”

6:15 pm Parker: “Well, what did it say?”

6:17 pm Cody: “I’m scared to look.”

6:18 pm Parker: “Dude, I’ll tell you what it says. Ready?” “ Hi”

6:20 pm Cody: “SHE WROTE BACK “HI” WHAT DO I SAY???????”

6:21 pm Parker: “You’re sure they invited you to the smart people thing right? Like it wasn’t a mix up?”

6:22 pm Cody: “Parker yes they invited me. I’m so dang smart that I have no idea how to… “my people skills are rusty.””

6:24 pm Parker: “Dude if you don’t stop with the references I am going to send you to a psych ward.”

6:25 pm Cody: “Noted. Okay, I am going to respond.”

6:30 pm Parker: “Good now text me when you have an actual conversation rolling aight?”

Parker put his phone in his pocket and went back to his ice cream cone. At 7:00, he got another text.

7:00 pm Cody: “She… um… she told me she’s going with someone else.”

Now Parker felt bad. The poor kid got rejected, and unlike himself, who bounces back and just moves on, he knew Cody had a tendency to get attached. Ah well, no use crying over spilled milk.

7:01 pm Parker: “Who?”

7:03 pm Cody: “It doesn’t matter. I’m glad she found someone she wants to go with. Well, I’m gonna go on to sleep so I can study some more tomorrow. Night Park.”

7:04 pm Parker: “Sorry dude. Night Cody.”

Now he felt really really bad. He thought for a bit, and then, an idea hit him.

7:23 pm Parker: “I am on my way. Do not do anything stupid like buying more books. You cannot keep any more in your room. There is officially no more space.”

Parker was going to do the one thing he knew cured heartbreak. They were both 21…

When Parker got there, he found Cody halfway through a bag of popcorn watching a romcom.

“Dude… I get that you’re sad but this is just straight tragic.”

Cody sniffled, holding the blanket up to his nose.

“Shush this is all I have now.”

“Nope, not gonna happen. Come on.” Parker picked Cody up and placed him on his feet.

“Why can you not let me cry in peace?”

“Because it’s not how I roll. Now, we’re getting you dressed, and then we’re going to a strip club.”

“But.. but I don’t-”

“Trust me, you’ll get the hang of it.”

Parker had considered inviting Maverick, but he was kinda the rule-stickler type. His grandparents had raised him to be pretty straight-laced.

---- time skip to driving to the club-----

“I really think this is a bad idea.” Cody looked down at his navy button-up and his black pants and dress shoes.

“You’ll be fine. Look, I’ve done this hundreds of times.”

“Hundreds??”

“Eh, okay maybe tens, but same thing.”

They pulled into the parking lot, and the one thing that went through Cody’s mind is that this was not going to end well.

----- time skip to 3:28 am-----

“Wowwww she was-s right in ma face! Did you see?”

“Yes I saw.” Cody pulled his friend up from the floor of the club.

“Ohh no! Iss time to go ba-back now?”

“It is. Maverick is probably worried about you.”

“Pshhhhhhhh nahhhhh… m’ fin”

“You’re fine?”

“Yeash I’m fineeeeee”

“And here I was thinking I was a lightweight. Alright, out we go.”

“BYE BRITTNEEEEEEEEEE!” Parker’s head lolled to the side as he let Cody handle most of his body weight.

They stumbled to the car, somehow making it in a decent amount of time. Cody opened the passenger side door, and helped Parker slide in.

“Thank you *burp* you’re my bestesetest of frans. I luv you mann.”

Even Cody had to laugh.

“I love you too. Now, in the car. We’re putting your seatbelt on.”

“NO! NO I WON’T BE TAKEN AGAIN! I CAN’T GO BACK *hiccup*”

“Tell it to the judge bub.”

Parker heard the seatbelt click into place and immediately started bawling.

“I *hiccup* am s-so sorry-yee. I did not mean to *hiccup* tell the *hiccup* panda to go *hiccup* f-”

“Okay that’s enough bud. Sleep. We’re headed home.”

“I c-can’t f-feel my eyeballs *hiccup*”

“You aren’t supposed to feel them. They’re just there.”

“BUT HOW DO I KNOW THEY ARE NOT STOLEN????”

Cody took a deep breath and looked down at the clock in the dashboard. They’d be home in ten minutes, maybe less if Parker didn’t stop blubbering. He’d already called Maverick, who had assured Cody he would take care of their drunk friend, but Cody had decided maybe it would be nice to take care of Parker instead of being on his own tonight. Despite everything that happened that night, he still wanted some company.

“Oh jolly good young fellow wherefore art the d- oh! Look at the grass! It’s so green!”

“It’s brown bub. It’s winter.” Cody smiled, pulling into the parking place that he’d been assigned.

Cody smiled, pulling into the parking place that he’d been assigned.

“Welp… I’m bout to turn it *hiccup* green…”

Cody looked over to see Parker’s cheeks puffed out and his chest rolling forward in a heave.

“Hang on! Hang on-” He jumped out of the car and opened the door on Parker’s side. It was just in time. Pure alcohol mixed with some sort of greenish jello shot coated the ground. It splattered onto Cody’s pants, but he didn’t care.

“There ya go. You’re doing great.” He awkwardly rubbed Parker’s back as the boy gagged again, turning to face the grass below once more.

“M’ overdid *gag* it…” Parker started to cry from the exertion.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about that now. Cody’s gotcha.”

Another bout of liquid spattered on the ground, some of it dripping down Parker’s chin. Cody had some napkins put away in the glove compartment, so he reached in and grabbed a couple.

“I *hiccup* unhghh…”

“You done Park?”

“Yeah…”

As if his body were trying to prove that it would not be controlled, he heaved up another round of clear, bubbly liquid.

“M’ done now.”

“Okay, up we go.” Cody wiped Parker’s mouth before slowly helping him up. His friend looked so pitiful, his hair so tousled and sweaty, his skin so pale… he hated to see him feeling so bad, but he had done it to himself.

“Alright, now… we’re going upstairs to my dorm room. If you need to puke, here’s a bag. Tell me to stop walking if we need to.”

Cody knew that was too much information, but it was worth a shot.

By some miracle, they made it to Cody’s room. Cody scanned his entry card, and then helped Parker onto the bed.

He sat next to him, rubbing his arm. Parker was curled up in a tiny half-asleep ball.

*buzz-buzz*

4:35 am Maverick: “Hey, you guys okay? How much did he drink?”

4:37 am Cody: “More than he should have… hey listen um… I was wondering… do you happen to know who’s going to the dinner with Brooklyn? She told me she was going with someone but didn’t say who.”

4:46 am Maverick: “You’re gonna flip out if I tell you.”

As much as that text intrigued him, Parker had partially woken up and had just puked all over himself and the bed.

Cody put his phone on the bedside table and then held Parker up so he wouldn’t choke if he puked again. Which, he did.

“Hnnngh… I feel like s***.”

“I know. You look like crap too.”

“Hhuuurrrrrrrkkk!” A thick, sludgy liquid came up.. It was sort of white and yellow… oh wait. Yeah, Cody would never look at french fries the same after tonight.

“That’s it. Get it up. I’ll fix the bed later.” Cody knew he couldn’t move him yet, so it was just best to get everything out.

After a few more empty, dry retches, Parker was finally done for the moment. Cody made the decision to take him to the bathroom and let him sit next to the toilet while he got some of his extra clothes to put on him.

He heard loud retching, almost obnoxious, from the bathroom. He just took a breath and went on looking for the clothes, knowing that more than likely Parker wouldn’t be done for a while, and probably didn’t register that he was there anyways.

“C-Cody?” A weak whimper filled the silence. Cody was shocked, but immediately grabbed a pair of boxers (which admittedly he felt weird about), pajama pants and a t-shirt, and then went to the bathroom.

He found Cody in a puddle of puke, tears streaming down his face.

“Don feel *hiccup* good…”

Cody felt his heart break.

“It’s okay. I know you don’t feel good. I promise it’ll be over soon.” He had to lie. The poor thing in this confused, overly dazed state couldn’t take the truth that he’d more than likely be puking for the next two days after how much he drank.

Cody got down next to Parker, putting a hand on Parker’s back. His shirt was damp with sweat and vomit. Cody rubbed up and down on his side, watching as Parker curled himself around the toilet.

“You’re gonna be okay Park.”

“S-sorry…” For a moment, Parker almost sounded sober…

“It’s alright, I can clean it up. You’re good.”

“No… the *hiccup* chick…”

Cody had been trying to forget about that.

“It’s not a big deal, really.”

“If I didn’t feel *hiccup* like I was gonna *hiccup* throw my guts up *hiccup* I’d have tried harder…” Parker turned his head back toward the water and puked up a thick stream of alcohol and whatever other fried foods he’d gotten into.

Cody felt bad. He knew Parker had tried, but he felt worse that Parker was sitting here puking and still thinking about that. He was sick. He didn’t need to be worried about that.

“Let’s um… talk about it when you’re sober hm?” Cody smiled sheepishly.

Parker nodded, his mouth opening slightly before gagging again.

“I’m gonna go get the bed ready. Can you stay here for a bit?”

“Mhmmm…” Parker spit a stringy line of saliva into the toilet.

Cody went out, and took the bedspread and pillowcases off. He tried to get as much of the puke off as he could, but hopefully the washing machine could do most of the work. He didn’t have another comforter, so he had to find his best throw blanket and go with that.

He finished making the bed, and then went back to the bathroom.

“Park?”

The boy was asleep on the toilet seat. Cody could feel his heartstrings being pulled one by one. He wet a washcloth and then sat down next to Parker, leaning him back slowly onto his shoulder. Cody then softly wiped his face, noting how sick he looked. Usually Parker was all crazy plans and bold ideas and loud things. It was far different to see him this way. So quiet, weak, and… helpless really.

He continued to clean Parker up, and then got him into fresh clothes. Then he helped him to the bed, and laid him down. This time, he’d put a bucket next to him. Not that it would really make much difference since Parker was probably too drunk to notice it. He pulled the blanket up to Parker’s shoulders, and then went back to the bathroom, cleaning up the rest of the mess.

When he finished, he went back to the couch and fell asleep. He knew he’d need the rest for Parker’s hangover the next morning. Thank goodness today was a Friday so they wouldn’t have school tomorrow.

(Part 2 coming soon!)

#emeto #tw food #OC #Parker #Cody #Maverick #Alcohol #strip club mention

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laallomri · 6 years

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paria, ruler of god tier headcanons, tell us about leandro/akira

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND

leandro:

-curly brown hair (undercut because Of Course), freckles, brown eyes, oversize hands but slender fingers, his ears stick out a little and turn red when he’s embarrassed, when he smiles genuinely his eyes crinkle at the corners, whenever akira does romantic stuff for him he giggles instead of laughs properly and it’s one of akira’s favorite things about him

-he has adhd and hyperfixates on things so he has a huuuge amount of knowledge on very specific subjects. he does the thing where you jiggle your leg and he paces a lot and he keeps a fidget spinner in his pocket

-he is self-conscious. if asked why he’ll say it’s about how much he talks but that’s the surface-version of the real issue, which is that he’s worried about his talent/self-worth. his arc is a mix of him learning to love himself even if he’s not good at something and him doing badass stuff to prove that he’s amazing at a lot of things, too. he learns how to be content with being someone’s support and how to trust himself and his abilities so that he can make decisions with confidence when it is his turn to lead

-he’s your friendly neighborhood sharpshooter and says cool but kinda cheesy lines when he makes shots. akira always falls for them

-leandro, shooting the doorbell of the villain’s home from across the yard, at night: buzz buzz motherfucker! I got a delivery for ya

-akira, muttering: he’s so cool holy shit

-leandro, shooting a villain square in the chest while under heavy fire: HOW’S THAT FOR A BOY FROM CUBA

-akira, hyperventilating: do u think it’s a bad idea to make out while people are trying to kill us or

-leandro was born and raised in cuba. spanish is his first language and he speaks english with an accent

-he is the youngest of four (2 older brothers, 1 twin sister) and has 2 nieces and 1 nephew. his best friend is his maternal grandmother. he calls her every day and she was the second person he came out to after his sister

-he started to consciously realize he wasn’t straight at 14 but he wasn’t out as bisexual until he was 18 (he tells his sister at 15 and his abuelita at 17). part of his arc is becoming less nervous with saying it to people in general because he spends time around the rest of the team, who are all lgbt and make him feel safe and normal about his sexuality

-his ears are pierced and he wears earrings that used to belong to his grandfather, who was a hero and leandro’s inspiration for wanting to help people and do things to make the world better

akira:

-long dark hair (usually ties it up), dark eyes, 1 year older but a few inches shorter than leandro, a dimple in his cheek that flashes whenever he smiles (leandro will sometimes poke the dimple when akira smiles and say “oh hello, nice to see you again” and it always makes akira smile even bigger). his neck and cheeks turn red when he blushes, he snorts when he laughs, and he always sits cross-legged in chairs, even at dining tables and desks

-born and raised in america, though his family is japanese. he understands it fluently but can speak it only conversationally

-he has a necklace that used to belong to his dad. there’s a small square pendant in the center that says ‘family’ in japanese. akira keeps it tucked under his shirt so he can wear it without worrying about losing it

-he is autistic and stims by making a fist and running his thumb over his index finger. sensory overload affects him sometimes so he keeps noise-cancelling headphones in his backpack and leandro makes sure that he scouts out a quiet place for him to take a break whenever they’re at a party or in some kind of crowded area

-sometimes his fangs will appear and his eyes will flash purple and he kinda goes into a lowkey rager mode during a fight. he always manages to calm down when the fight is over so he’s never harmed an innocent person but it bothers him that he can’t control it so leandro offers to train with him to help him learn to bring it out or suppress it at will

-akira, softly: but what if I hurt you? I’d hate if I ever harmed you when you’re just trying to help me

-leandro, also softly, smiling with crinkly eyes: you’d never hurt me. I trust you

-akira, internally: the gay you two exhibited in that moment was legendary. like, the gay jumped out

-akira always knew he liked boys but wasn’t really comfortable saying it. then when he was 13 his mentor/older brother figure talked about asking out a male friend and akira realized that it’s totally normal. he came out as gay a couple years later. he was still a bit self-conscious about it for a while but by the time he’s 17/18 he’s fully comfortable with that part of himself

-he has a motorcycle and normally he doesn’t care about looking cool on it but whenever leandro is around that goes completely out the window

-akira: revving the engine is dumb it’s just showing off

-leandro: hi

-akira: VROOM VROOM BITCHES

-he has 2 swords and often dual-wields. it’s another thing that he knows is cool but doesn’t care but then suddenly does when leandro is around

-akira, after chopping up 12 bad guys: anyway let’s go home now

-leandro: great job, man!! that was fuckin awesome!!

-akira, kneeling and crossing the swords in the air like he’s in some kinda historical epic movie: I AM A GOD

-his arc is about family, about figuring out what happened to his dad and mom and about his attachment to his older brother/mentor and about discovering a family in the team. it’s hard for him to let people in and he often gets scares when he realizes how close he is to someone. but he learns to trust them and trust himself not to ruin things

#ask #centrifuck #long post #fic ideas #leakira #is that the ship name?? I think so #klance #for easier categorization purposes #100 #my post #500 #1k #my lists #2k

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iteamhelena · 7 years

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BFRB Awareness. Dermatillomania recovery tips ans tricks.

This year again I missed “BFRB AWARENESS WEEK” (October 1-7, 2017) Bringing awareness to Body-Focused Repetitive Behaviors such as Trichotillomania, Dermatillomania (Excoriation Disorder), and other coinciding BFRB’s.

However, I’d like to share some tips and tricks that helped me personally to conquer Dermatillomania. I hope these would be useful :)

1. Study your behaviour.

The most important rule is to watch yourself carefully and learn your habitual patterns. I suggest you to write down every time you pick your skin for 1 week.

Immediately note:

when were you doing it

where were you doing it

what you were doing right before that happened

what you were feeling right before that happened

what you were feeling right after that happened

In about a week you will 100% know what situations cause you to turn to skin picking. You will learn your triggers. You will also understand your inner alarm, warning you about upcoming picking session. You will recognize your feelings and you’ll notice that dermatillomania doesn’t help to cope with any of them at all. You will also realize that afterwards feeling of guilt and shame sucks a lot and not worth the “zone-out” seeming peace.

2. “If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist”

Now, when you know your triggers, avoid them at all costs.

The general rule is - you don’t see your skin - you don’t pick on your skin.

If you know, that you tend to pick right after you get out of the shower - get dressed immediately. Set an alarm, that will only allow you to have a shower, and that you can only turn off AFTER you get fully dressed.

If you know, that you tend to pick after workouts, for example, you’re stretching and you just pressed your nose against your legs and your mind goes “WHAT THE HELL IS THAT” - wear long leggins, long socks, cover every inch of your skin, don’t look at it at all.

If you pick your face - change the lamp near the mirror, make it terribly dim. Put a desk in front of the mirror, so you can’t come close enough to pick.

Make it as difficult to pick on your skin, as humaly possible.

3. Distractions.

Find something that works for you - fidget toys, spinners, watching TV, listening to mucis, writing, dancing. Run to your family, make a conversation with them, you can’t pick around them anyway. Talk to your friends. Scream. Pretend that you’re a possum and hiss at your mirror image. I mean, do whatever the fuck you need to do.

4. Trick yourself.

If you’re 100% sure, that you’re going to pick and even pretending to be a possum didn’t help, do this:

Get some healing ointment. It should be thick and opaque and, desirably, it should have healing properties. Mark all the spots you want to pick with the ointment. Tell yourself, you’ll pick them as soon as you’d be finished. Now look at your skin, all spots covered under the thick layer of the cream. Think about what you could have done to your skin, but you didn’t. Imagine them irritated, inflamed, bleeding - but now your skin is safe and recovering. Feel fucking proud. Feel amazing about yourself. Feel awesome about giving your skin a much needed time to heal.

5. Get in love with your skin.

Quote from Night Vale twitter that helped me a lot:

“You have nice skin. It really holds in all your blood and organs - no leaking or nothing. You look great.”

Sometimes you might feel frustrated and angry about how your skin looks. You might feel like you’re going to have this marks forever, like your skin is your main source of stress and disappointment.

The truth is - you skin is an amazing organ. Your skin is so awesome and it loves you. It works so hard to protect you from and outside dangers. It’s doing its best every day. It recovers and heals up all the time. Your skin is your best friend. It asks you for help, for a little support. Join forces and beat dermatillomania’s ass! You’re totally capable of this. Apologize to your skin, feel sorry for hurting it, for hurting yourself. It’s time to heal.

6. Make healing faster.

As a rule of a thumb - your skin needs to be cleansed 1-2 per day, peeled 1-2 per week and moistured daily. This has a lot to do with #4 and #5. Imagine, how your skin is healing up under the scabs. It’s working really hard and you need to help it gently. Letting your body do the work is good AND you can fasten the process a lot. If there are certain activities, that irritate your skin and cause you to pick - stop doing them for a while. Stop shaving, wearing tight clothes, tanning, if necessary. Avoiding straight sun is recommended, while your skin is healing up.

From my personal experience (I had this for 5-6 years) - it took me 1 year to gradually stop picking at all. In half a year I saw a great progress in my skin condition. In 1 year all spots, minor scars and hyperpigmentation faded away at least 50%. In 2 years I can’t find almost any evidence of former lesions, like srsly.

You’re not alone, you’re strong, smart and amazing and in time you’ll be free of your bfrb. On this way you’ll become wiser, more informed and more confident. You’re able to do this. 100% true.

#personal #bfrb #bfrb week #dermatillomania #excoriation disorder

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