#tw body image issues

[sillywabbits]

~Belated Elations 💞💫

A little something I've been working on off/on that took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to finish fjfjfj It encompasses elements that personally resonate with me like RSD, self worth, and body positivity that I want to explore in the self-hug fanfic that hasn't quite left my head yet. But I'll get there~❤️

-Reblogs genuinely appreciated, but no pressure!! ❤️ Thanks for looking! 💘💫

#dca #dca fandom #dca community #dca x y/n #moondrop #sunnydrop #sundrop #sunny #moon #wabbitsart #bunart #daycare attendant #fnaf sb #tw rsd #tw body talk #tw body image issues #plus size y/n #sundrop x y/n #moondrop x y/n #dca oc #belatedelations #belated elations #//also new username! same me same stuff tho! but still keeping bun-elations for future purposes on a side blog <333

[disturbedheart]

I miss the bliss of eating without the long hesitation of it has so many fucking calories. And side note. Why are some things so many FUCKING CALORIES??? LIKE YOURE TELLING ME THIS SMALL OATMEAL PIE IS 200 CALORIES???????????????????????? WHY??????????????????????? I'm still gonna stuff my mouth full and be sad about it but

#tw calories #tw body dysmorphia #tw body image issues #tw ed implied

[cult-of-the-eye]

Flesh avatar!Martin fic

TW: severe body image issues, self hatred, negative self talk, body dysmorphia, body horror (ish), unhealthy one sided relationships

Jon wasn’t eating.

The level of Martin’s romantic obsession had never crossed the line of tracking someone’s eating habits, but it didn’t take a genius to see that whatever he was eating, it wasn’t enough. His own apple and snack bar combination had lasted him throughout secondary school, a certainty that he sincerely hoped wouldn’t change any time soon. But Jon needed it more than him.

Behind his desk, he felt small. He didn’t have to be aware of the flesh that hung off his limbs in jiggling masses, so he opted for something better. Something smaller. Jon was substantially smaller than him - a fact that he found overwhelming at first. He switched between the constant burning of awe of a lithe and sharp frame and the need to put his excess to use.

The line of sight from his desk to Jon’s office was cruelly clear. A hulking great wooden door between them, one that was the stumbling subject of many of his own poems. A foggy allegory of distance. It was a momentous occasion of sunshine when that door peeled open. Each time, Martin drank his fill of Jonathan Sims, but recently, it had left his mouth uncomfortably dry.

Today was one of those occasions. A forest green sweater vest hung off what only just passed off as a body. Lines cut beneath his deep brown eyes, distracting rather than highlighting. Cheekbones that once lifted a haughty expression only shadowed a much heavier one. Maybe this was just the rose tint that surrounded Jon, romanticising a time of crisis where Martin could justify stepping in. Or maybe Jon was actually not doing well. His body followed this line of thinking, footsteps treading heavily after Jon’s rabbit-footed paces, into the kitchen.

“Hi, Jon.”

Fat kids could only ever want to be one of three things when they grew up. Either utilise their size as a sign of comedy, strength or as softness. Anything else was unforgivable. Martin chose softness. He let that seep into his words, melting his body into the patches in the floor, so he would not trip.

“Martin.”

He lapped up the slight incline of his neck, a nod that contained a dizzying array of possibilities. Jon was clutching at a chipped mug as if it were his only anchor to the mortal world. Martin was inclined to believe that.

“I was wondering…”

The cupboard doors bristled against the hinges in the silence that followed. Jon did not expect further conversation. Neither did Martin.

“Yes?”

“I brought too much food.”

“Right.”

Now, Martin. Prove your value as a pile of meat.

“Would you like some?”

An apple. A peace offering. An organic bridge of sorts, nutrients shared from a body that doesn’t need it to a body that does. Almost parasitic. And Jon looked at it as such. With the disgust of someone offering to attach to him, to leach off of his energy and time.

“It’s just a fruit. It won’t kill you.”

Jon’s eyes sunk further into the past. Into whatever warren he had been dragged into, taking from him his edges and sanding down into the bare necessities. Martin only had one card left to play.

“I…please just take it, Jon?”

Sincerity.

Emotions are rarely seen in the fat kid. Emotions are frowned upon. They increase your size, your ability to be noticed, so reassuring or stoic or half-laughing are your only choices. This is a wildcard. Not even Jonathan Sims could predict his response. Unpredictable was something Martin could get used to being.

“...Sure, Martin.”

Jon gave Martin a wide berth while crossing the kitchen. As if he had grown suddenly and was unsure of his new dimensions. Martin felt no contortion of his size, standing, watching Jon walk away, biting the apple in his hand. There was no door to the kitchen, of any material, let alone wood. Nothing especially poetic about eating an apple in an office. Just a faint sense of hunger and a new willingness to do something about it.

#tma #the magnus archives #jonathan sims #martin k blackwood #jmart #tma fic #tw body dysmorphia #tw body image issues #tw self hatred #jmart angst #angst #I WARNED YOU #i was in a...headspace...when i wrote this #im not trying to glorify obesity or self hatred or anything #before people start coming at me #im just trying to portray what flesh avatar martin would be like #in like s1/2 jmart #anyway #hope you enjoy!!

[notdelusionalatall]

#bdd #body dysmorphia #body dysmorphic disorder #tw body image issues #tw body image #tw personal #tw personal vent #i don't really like myself #it isn't like i hate myself #but... #tw bdd #tw body dysmorphia #tw #bdd memes #mental illness memes #is it body dysmorphia or am i just ugly #body dysmorphia memes #i blame influencers #fuck beauty standards #girl interrupted #girl interrupted syndrome

[traumatizeddfox]

i’m ugly and have bpd like damn pick a struggle

#traumacore #mental health memes #bpd memes #quiet bpd #tw body image issues

[buckys-little-belle]

you ever end up seeing a picture or a video of you and you just go “wow” in such a bad way, like you don’t even know how to see the positive you’re just like “wow i hate me” because mood rn

#tw body image #tw body image issues #tw body dysmorphia #tw body issues #body image #negative vibes

[bcyoureallthatmakessense]

Having Bad ThoughtsTM after seeing old pictures of me 🫡

#tw body image issues #melismusings

[whatnopictures]

Gyutaro used to be cold

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#gyutaro #uzui tengen #gyuzui #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #gyutaro shabana #daki #ume #ume shabana #shabana siblings #fanart #comic #clip studio #fluff #tw body image issues

[lost-between-letters]

Nothing To Wear

Pairings: Sam Winchester X Reader (she/her), side destiel (blink and you'll miss it)

Requested by: anon

Warnings: panic attacks, body image issues, allusions to an eating disorder, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1,243

Summary: Sam noticed some oddities in Y/N's behaviour. As the good boyfriend he was, he helped her with her problems

A/N: one day I will learn how to write interesting summaries. Today is not that day

Something was off. Sam knew that much.

Y/N wasn't as smiley as she usually was, even Dean's meltdown about Dr Sexy being cancelled ("Why would they do such thing? Sam, please tell me that you didn't piss off Gabriel again." "I guarantee you, I did not." "Then why did they stop Dr Sexy??") didn't get her to laugh. And Cas had been on the ground at that point.

So Sam kept an eye on her.

What he found worried him. Y/N was constantly tugging at her shirt as if it was sticking to her skin though it was one of his and consequently at least three sizes bigger than necessary. Usually, she would sit across from him at the library, curled up in a chair while they were doing research but today Y/N kept moving around.

It was as if she wasn't feeling comfortable in her own skin. Sam suspected briefly that she was getting sick.

Another clue showed itself when Dean gathered them for a rare self made lunch. It was a damn good lunch too.

Salad for the healthy ones among them, a steak with mashed potatoes and broccoli as main course and pudding for dessert. If Sam didn't know better, he would think that Dean was up to something. Truth was, his brother was just happy. And that a certain angel was suddenly even more up in his personal space and smiling all the time surely had absolutely nothing to do with it.

But as happy as Sam was for Dean, Y/N was his bigger concern. While she was taking part in the conversation, her plate never seemed to empty.

"His giant feet apparently make it hard to walk," Dean was currently telling the story of how Sam had slipped on a perfectly normal slippery piece of sidewalk and nearly dragged their suspect down with him. Under tears of laughter.

Y/N was chuckling along with Cas and Dean but she merely pushed the food around. Now that Sam was paying attention to it, he wasn't sure if she had taken a single bite so far.

Yeah, something was off. But starting that conversation now would not help. So instead, Sam put on his best grumpy face and defended himself. "The ground was frozen! I don't know how you didn't fall."

"It's called balance," Cas supplied helpfully. His expression was a tad too innocent to be convincing though.

But Y/N was smiling. And a forkful of mashed potatoes found its way into her mouth so Sam was far from complaining.

Later that day, they were getting ready for a night out. Though they were doing it under the pretence of collecting info about a potential haunting, Sam was pretty sure that his brother had just instigated a double date. Not that he was ever going to admit that.

What Sam did not expect when he walked into their room, was to find his girlfriend surrounded by clothes on the ground, shaking and tears streaming down her face.

"Y/N?" Sam crouched down next to her, hand outstretched.

She kept crying, her sobs becoming more shallow with each hurried breath she took. It seemed like she wasn't getting enough air into her lungs.

That was when Sam realised what was going on. "Y/N, listen to me. Focus on my voice, Baby. You're fine, no one will hurt you, I'm here. Breathe slowly. Like this."

With his arms outstretched but not touching, Sam settled down in front of her and took a few slowed breaths. He did that long enough until Y/N's breathing fitted itself to his rhythm.

Only then, he dared to get closer. Y/N followed. She was still crying but the shaking had stopped and she was leaning into him rather than curling in on herself.

Without having to think about it, Sam wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to press herself into him. He could feel her choking on her own sobs against his neck and it broke his heart.

Sam kissed the top of her head, his mind reeling. There had to be something that had caused this.

His eyes drifted over the clothes again, over Y/N herself who was wearing the baggiest hoodie that either of them owned. And then, Sam remembered her weariness towards the food earlier.

Oh no. His poor beautiful girl.

Sam wanted to kiss every part of her, every stretch mark, every patch of skin she thought to be imperfect - to show her that she was perfect exactly as she was.

Y/N was holding onto his shirt now, as if she was afraid that he would leave her. Yeah no. Not happening. In like ever.

"I'm not going anywhere," Sam whispered and pressed his lips against her temple.

Another quiet sob.

For a while, neither of them moved.

Eventually, Y/N calmed down slowly and her breathing evened. Soon, the tears stopped as well.

Only then, Sam dared to speak up. "Love, you know that you're perfect as you are, right?"

"'m not."

"You are," Sam insisted. He put a finger under her chin and softly pushed her head upwards.

Now that they were eye to eye, he could clearly see the doubts on her face. So he leaned forward and kissed her nose.

The soft touch startled a wet laugh out of Y/N. "What was that for?"

"I wanted to see you laugh." Sam cupped her cheek then, the edge of his thumb resting on her lip.

The honesty in his words had Y/N turn her head away but Sam could see the smile she was trying to hide.

And that was all he wanted. For the first time since he had entered the room, Sam allowed himself to relax. His shoulders slumped and the death grip he accidentally had on her hip loosened.

"Sorry," Y/N mumbled, her eyes skittering over the floor.

And there was the tension back. Sam all but pressed her back into his body, as if he could suffocate the bad thoughts out of her mind. "There's nothing to be sorry for, Y/N."

"But-"

"Nope," Sam interrupted her again, hands on her back protectively while his chin rested on top of her head, "I'm not letting you go until you're feeling better. And then, we'll find you a great outfit that you're comfortable in and go on our double date with Cas and Dean."

"He looked so happy when he said we'll go out," Y/N said and looked up.

Her eyes were swollen from crying and her face was blotchy but the smile on her lips made her the most gorgeous person Sam had ever met. The statement had caught him a little off guard though so Sam took a moment to answer.

"He is happy." Sam stated and squeezed her hip, "and so am I."

And because he could, Sam leaned down once more and kissed her. It was just a short peck but it made the blood rush into Y/N's cheeks all the same.

"Stop being so sweet," she scolded gently.

Sam chuckled. "Or what?"

"Or I might fall even more for you."

"I'm good with that." he grinned and ruffled her hair.

Y/N huffed and ducked away from his hand. Then, she pushed away completely and started recollecting her clothes. "Do you think it would be okay if I wore jeans and a sweater?"

"Of course, Love," Sam said and got up along with her to help fold up the various dresses and shirts.

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#sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #sam x you #sam winchester fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfiction #tw eating issues #tw panic attacks #tw body image issues #hurt/comfort

[st4rb04rd]

So i was forced to take a shower, which for some odd reason i absolutely hate doing, i was studying my shadow, and why the fuck are my hips so round? Like, what? I don't care. I like them. But why? I kinda have an hourglass figure and i almost feel good about myself, then i remember i'm perpetually stuck between 190 and 198 pounds and i have a big stomach and thighs. My body positivity evaporates instantly :)

#tw body image #tw body image issues #cw body image #lowkey hate myself #like why did god decide to give me a good (in my opinion) body shape and then give me underactive thyroid #meanie

[rapidlydecayingcorpse]

who’s ready for body dysmorphia summer

#meant to be said like hot girl summer #tw body dysmorphia #body dysmorphia #tw body image issues

[prommytheus]

its honestly kind of funny having body shape envy/body image issues when anything i say about what i dont like about my specific body would get me killed killed

#tw body image issues #just in case. im aight #ok to interact

[noctilionoidea]

I feel I should preface this by saying that I have some rough issues with body image recently to the point my family finally realised. Anyways. My mom and I went to the Atheneum today and in the baroque and 19th century art my mom kept turning to me and saying “I want you to understand, none of the naked ladies in these paintings are skinny bitches” which is geniunely a very helpful mindset that makes me recognize “wait, these women meant to be literally perfect look like me” but also mama we are in a high profile art museum lmaooooo

#Tw body image issues #It’s so dumb because I’m very petite but it’s so irrational that that doesn’t matter…

[cult-of-the-eye]

Thoughts on Martin and his mum:

(tw emotional abuse, body image issues, binge eating, transphobia)

I'm saying this with my desi Martin and trans Martin headcanons in place

So imo Martin is an only child who was forced to care for his mum from around 14

His mum was the type of person to be very stubborn about her illness and insist she needed no help while berating Martin for not helping as well so I feel like he had to walk ok eggshells around her

Martin was raised with the "daughter of a desi household" mentality where he offers everyone tea and cleans up and eats last which reinforced his whole I don't matter complex

She made comments about his body, the usual you should lose weight, you're not eating enough etc etc

I headcanon him as struggling with binge eating, cause he stress eats and then he feels disgusted with himself and hears his mum's voice and then starves himself and then the cycle continues

He also has convinced her that he's just a tomboy rather than a trans guy which she isn't happy about but is still better than if she came out

He fantasises about coming out to her, shouting, screaming and rejecting her just like she's rejected him but in reality knows all he'd want is for her to accept him

This all led him to be an extreme people pleaser, he manipulates in the sense that he guessed what people want to see and does that and creates an image wherein he is the butt of jokes to allow there to be jokes in the first place

He sees himself as an instrument, a placeholder, an empty space for other people to take up and as much as it keeps him "safe" he also resents it and dreams about one day snapping

After she dies, his biggest feeling is relief...he channels all that guilt into his feelings about Jon but he can't shake off the general sense of freedom from the cycle of abuse

In conclusion, the man needs bucket loads of therapy

#tma #the magnus archives #martin k blackwood #jonathan sims #jmart #character analysis #tma characters #tma martin blackwood #martin blackwood #martin blackwood's mum #tma angst #tw emotional abuse #tw body image issues #tw transphobia #tw binge eating #tw eating issues

[rbchild]

Chapters: 6/8 Fandom: Tatort (TV 1970) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leo Hölzer/Adam Schürk Characters: Leo Hölzer, Adam Schürk Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Gunshot Wounds, Psychological Trauma, Aftermath, Body Image, Healing Series: Part 22 of Familie ist... Summary:

Heilung ist ein Prozess. Sie geschieht nicht über Nacht, und manchmal muss man Rückschläge in Kauf nehmen. Leos fällt es schwer, zu akzeptieren, dass in seinem Leben nicht auf einen Schlag alles wieder so sein kann wie vor dem Schuss. Und dass der körperliche Heilungsprozess vielleicht nicht die einzige Hürde ist, die sich ihm und seiner Familie in den Weg stellt.

Die Zeit nach dem Schuss im “Familie ist…” - Universum.

#ao3 #fanfic #tatort saarbrücken #leo hölzer #adam schürk #kidfic #tw body image issues

[upcloseandchaotic]

TW: Rant, discussion about weight, body image issues, shitty adults, fatphobia

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Looked at some old photos of me from high school/right after high school and it has left me seething.

A lot of adults in my childhood kept pushing that I was too fat and I needed to lose weight, but looking back at the old photos I had the realization that they had no fucking idea what they were talking about, because I wasn’t even that fat. Like, I was definitely plus size, but they were out here acting like I was going to die in my 20’s or get some long term health issues from my weight when I looked like a healthy teenager.

I have been having body issues for a couple of months now, but I’ve just realized that how I’ve been criticizing myself sound a lot like echoes from those same adults so now I have to exorcise those fucking demons.

#upcloseandpersonal #shout out to the fat babes who lived through the early 2000’s #we are so fucking strong and i hope ya’ll are thriving and living your best life #early 2000’s brand of fatphobia can go straight back to hell #and so can the person who made BMI #tw fatphobia #tw body image issues #tw weight talk #tw mental health #people who support ED’s don’t interact #if you hate fat people in general DNI