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#body disphoria
i-am-a-fish · 11 months
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I'm going to talk about some body positivity that most people don't address
Your vagina is beautiful, no matter how the lips look, the size, the shape, the coloration, whether you shave it or don't shave it, no matter what. It is beautiful.
Your penis is beautiful, no matter how long it is, the angle it may bend, what coloration it has, shaved or unshaved, cut or uncut, no matter what. It is beautiful.
There's an absurd amount of social pressure to have "perfect" genitalia, even if most people don't talk about these things in most settings. This type of pressure can be felt, and can lead to serious body dysphoria.
Of course, bottom surgery is an option, but not everyone can afford that type of procedure, and additionally, any type of surgery can be extremely scary for most people. Nobody should be ashamed for not undergoing bottom surgery out of fear of risk.
While some of us are stuck with the bodies we have, it is important to not be ashamed of our "imperfections", and instead love what makes us so unique, and therefore, beautiful.
And yes, this includes parts of the body that most people (sex ed classrooms) refuse to talk about.
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skinnybitch555 · 1 year
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And all of them are skinny as hell.
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bunniibpd · 2 years
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it's a constant battle i swear
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its-just-mads · 2 years
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scarlettcicida · 10 months
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It would be really cool in part 2 of atsv if Gwen gave a sympathy/empathetic speech towards Spot about knowing what it’s like being in a body that isn’t yours. Gwen’s trans and The Spot went through body horror stuff so there should totally be a heartfelt scene of talking The Spot down and relating to the concept of being in skin/a body that doesn’t belong and the discomfort everyday of having to hide yourself and dealing with people that call you out and the disgust they show, and how the people you once loved and trusted with everything you have just completely tore you down and abandoned you because of it.
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marish-ok · 2 months
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they sad ☹️🍎
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diaryofbillie · 1 year
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People don’t understand body dysmorphic disorder is a disorder. I’m not just a little insecure. My brain will tell me I look like I’ve gained 10kg and I will not leave my house for days cause I believe I’m obese. But wait that’s not the best part of this disorder… after believing I’m obese for days suddenly I look in the mirror and I’m skinny and I believe I’ve lost 10kg in matter of seconds. And it’s this cycle over and over and i believe it every.fucking.time.
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agh-angel · 14 days
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Ftm thoughs.
If bendage is supposed to go around what needs to be fixed I'd become a mummy.
My lungs can't take this pressure, the air running away, searching for a place with more space to exist. I wish I could do the same and find a place where I don't need to compress myself.
Bendage is suppouse to heal, but my ribs have started to break and my heart to sink since I know that the price of a deep breath is higher of what I'm willing to give.
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confused-spood · 3 months
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When you're confident about it being boy day and then body disphoria hits like a goddamn truck
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metalheadxxzombb · 2 months
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I don't exactly identify myself with being a boy, I am a trans male, but I don't think I'm old enough or worthy enough to identify as a male. I still have these 'parts' which makes me a woman. I don't have a name I'm comfortable with yet. I don't take testosterone because I'm not old enough. I don't feel like I'm worthy enough to identify with being a man because I don't look cis. And I don't think I'm doing enough to make myself look male, so I just roll with it.
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nazkarcito · 10 months
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shit trans comic with sad ending
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soleminisanction · 1 year
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Just saw an impossibly bad take, so to balance that out: in the past you mentioned a story where Tim comes out as a trans woman, what would that look like for you? Do you have any thoughts on making that into a fic?
I've had a lot of scattered thoughts about it but never been able to pin down any scenes concrete enough to turn them into an actual fic. But I love trans!Tim stories whether he's trans fem or trans masc so I've tossed the idea around here and there. Gonna be a little fluid with the pronouns here as Tim's thought process evolves but the basic idea here was:
The seed of the idea would get planted in Tim's mind just before War Games, specifically the one and only time he sees a picture of Steph as Robin. Along with the hurt and anger he expected, there's emotions he doesn't understand, a feeling of longing, jealousy, and desire; not for Steph herself, but for the way she looks in her new costume. For months he's been asking himself, "What do I want, for me?" and now the answer is staring him in the face: This.
But he keeps pushing it aside because there's always something "more important" going on. Worse, as things start to fall apart around him and he loses first Steph, then his dad, and then Kon, the musings about his gender keep getting mixed up in his feelings for other people, especially Kon.
Basically, take all the angst and pain of that era and make it even worse with disphoria and Tim being deep in both denial and the closet and feeling completely unable to open up to anyone about it because of how much it scares him to want something, something she feels like she can't have. Things like him not knowing if he's attracted to Cassie or if he wants to be Cassie, wishes his body looked and moved like that while still having so much strength and power. Fantasizing about how things might've been different between him and Kon, or him and Dick, or him and Damian, if only he'd been born a girl. Falling asleep in the cloning lab and having a nightmare about miscarrying Kon's child, then waking up to find the most recent clone has failed.
Through all that, the only person who has even a hint of what's going on is Cass. She reads it in Tim's body language while they're in Bludhaven together, but understands his fears and lets him keep his confidence. Even after things go to shit for her, she keeps that secret; even brainwashing couldn't get it out of her.
Then Final Crisis happens. Bruce "dies," Dick becomes Batman, Damian becomes Robin. Tim finds himself adrift, with nothing but this crazy-sounding notion of Bruce's survival to his name, and runs away from the Manor...
And this is part of where I stumble because I don't know if it'd be better for Tim to run into Cass at this point or for her to leave him her Batgirl costume and a letter. One way or another, Cass leaves Tim Batgirl, and that's the push she finally needs to crack her egg and start pursing a transition, socially and medically.
She avoids Babs for a few weeks out of shyness and embarrassment until Oracle manages to track this mysterious new Batgirl down, but once confronted she comes clean and Babs is instantly onboard to support her and also keep Dick and Damian out of the loop.
Dick thinks his little brother skipped town and is both confused and a little hurt that Babs won't trust him with the new Batgirl's identity. Damian takes it as a personal insult and starts going out of his way to find and harass said new Batgirl but then she kicks his ass and it turns out Damian shares Bruce's taste in women so now whoops he's got a puppy crush, which everyone who knows the truth about Tim finds hilarious.
Cass one way or another winds up being the one who goes on Brucequest instead of Tim and follows similar beats as Red Robin, minus Tam Fox or losing her spleen. Speaking of Tam, she has a much easier time finding Tim because while her dad does call her home from Russia to help with the investigation at least she doesn't have to globe-trot or get kidnapped by ninjas, she just has to hunt him down in Gotham, possibly while accidentally allied with Vicki Vale.
Tim enrolls in college under Caroline Hill's name and mostly attends to practice passing in public and live out some normal girl fantasies. Kon, Cassie, and Bart all learn what's up even though she's still taking a break from the Titans and of course they're on board and supportive.
And... yeah, that's pretty much the extent of my ideas so far. Broad scope but not a lot concrete to latch onto, which makes it difficult to convert into a fic, but I do love the concept.
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bunniibpd · 2 years
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if i was skinny i would never complain again :/
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kerosene and other dietary supplements
there’s a dryness in the center of bite wounds, the ones that can’t get all the way through
teeth and saliva and blood; that little semi-circle of perfect fifths
but the skin between remains unblistered, unbroken, dry and calm
it’s funny, as long as a morgue kicking laughter into grief is a joke
if it's still humor when the ouroboros reaches the end of its tail and stares back at itself
eyes and recognition and fear meeting for a second
the moment it takes for a jaw to widen, eyes rolling back in the lunge
and the snake is lust, it is doubt and a choking scream and violence
so tightly coiled it must forfeit sight to part its teeth
directionless and thrashing and begging for someone to do that again
take up shed blade and intent and for god’s sake aim for something important
but mostly it sleeps in your chest, and mostly it isn’t a snake, and mostly you live around it
and it’s not lust
it is anger, enough pain and blood and guilt and violence for a lifetime
astounding what you can fit into fifteen minutes with a little depersonalization and a paring knife
still not lust
but there is a sex to it
something in the movement, in the quiet desperate shuffling
because it’s sex and it's grief and you don't even have to cry during
it’s sex and it's the closest you can get to dying without drawing attention to yourself
it’s tearing your skin down to brass tacks because maybe if you can get at the support hooks you can talk them into fitting correctly
it’s standing in the basin of a church parking lot on a thursday afternoon
slamming god’s finest car door into your forearm until it remembers who it belongs to
it hurts like godfire and it’s the closest thing you can have to sex without taking your clothes off
and it’s lust the same way that shallow midnight anguish is lust
it’s lust like an apology that stalls out, somewhere between bile and teeth
like a rotting pomegranate, like a dead spider, blood and skin and eyes
smeared ever so slightly between your palm and the hole it was trying to escape to
it’s lust for as long as anger has to be yelling
has to seethe and bare teeth and throw plates at raised arms
as long as anger does not realize how to smile, to placate, to pray
(as long as i love you has to be true)
as long as you have to stare unblinking into the wound before it’s allowed to kill you
allowed to pus and rot and burrow through flesh until there isn’t any
lust like a maggot cupped gently into a corpse, bathed in sunlight
it’s lust because the grief counsellor can never dig quite fast enough
hard to keep up with the dirt, armed with your own inertia and twenty court-ordered minutes
and the kind of grief that doesn’t grip the silverware drawer to hurt other people
they never get to weapons made of strangers
to clothing that debrides skin if you fold it right, if you ask nicely
to throwing yourself against nails and teeth and flared collarbones
until the bruises start to slide together, till your skin is too stunned to scream at you
it’s violence but not for anybody else
it’s that godless sex that gets you frowned at, by family and holy men
like all this little fucking conundrum was missing was disapproval
and the bite roils in your stomach now, bile creeping up between cracked teeth
they are vicious and eager and can never sink all the way through
‘cause it’s rotting, that dry little center
and you can’t bring yourself to check just how much progress it’s made
you’ve always looked a little like roadkill, anyway
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neonlights22 · 1 year
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(These aren't mine. But shout out to PITTSSMITT5 for making it)
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rubixcubi · 20 days
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Remembering that I don’t actually look the way I want to and there’s nothing I can do about it
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