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bayleymania · 8 months
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It’s unbelievable how wrestling fans judge wrestler’s bodies: “Adam is too skinny”, “Eddie is too fat”, “Jade is too muscular”, “Orange is too small”, “Bayley is too thick”, “Alexa looked better when she was thicker”, “Claudio used to be more muscular”, “Bryan has a weird body”, “Kota gained weight”, “Kevin is too fat”, “Charlotte looks too skinny and muscular”, “Deonna needs to lose weight”, “Jordynne looks like a man”… all of these are things I’ve actually read on social media and I feel DISGUSTED by it. No one is enough.
These people put their bodies through so much in order to entertaining us and THIS is what people actually care about. FUCK IT.
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mime-rodeo · 7 months
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it's very telling that when a skinny person talks about the dangers of diet culture and their body image issues, people are immediately like "omg so true, you should be comfortable in your own body. you're so beautiful!" but when a fat person says the same thing, all of a sudden it's "well being obese shouldn't be idolized. you should eat less, it's for your own good."
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oryms-braincell · 3 months
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I typed out half a dozen angry rants about my nutricional instructor and deleted them. But apparently your health is 100% visible by your stomach.
Like, oh, I have a stomach below 88cm, so I'm absolutely nutritionally well, despite me eating frozen pizza every day and never moving from my chair. I am absolutely fine, nothing to see here! But wait that woman over there, who had 3 children, is 65 years old, eats exceptionally well and does sport every single day? No, yeah, she's over 88cm thick, so she's SO UNHEALTHY.
What kind of new bodyshaming bullshit is this? Why the fuck do healthcare professionals suddenly pretend that a single number determines your health????
Like, I was looking forward to that class because I have serious trouble feeding myself, but apparently there are no tips other than "stop eating if you're just a little chubby". I sincerely hope there was no one with a real ED there!
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might get therapy at some point now at least my mom knows im mentally ill
got home from appointment. first thing my dad said was "did the doctor tell you to lose some weight" as like a "joke". my mom was in the room what she says as a "comeback" is "shes not fat, her bmi is [insert my bmi here]" next thing was my mom was like "oh the doctor talked to her privately bc shes a teenager" and my dad was like "i hate that shit with the privacy" like what the FUCK of course i need to talk to someone privately. he doesnt know about the therapy yet but hes gonna flip his shit when he finds out.
anyway.
i just dont like knowing that even though my mom loves me it's conditional based on what i look like. and i hate knowing my dad genuinely doesn't believe i deserve a life of my own and privacy. neither of them are ever going to change.
tldr i do not like my father. shocker i know
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primathehomonculus · 6 months
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Diary of a Homunculus, page 7 Text: And now I notice everyone's flaws as well, even when Isabel is not around.
I can't help but see them.
So I prefer to look elsewhere. At the city. At nature. Let me show you my favorite places.
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softest-wool-around · 4 months
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TW//Hybrid slavery, Hybrid hate, Bodyshaming, Physical abuse, Threats, Mention of past abuse, Branding, Starving as punishment.
Soleil heaved against the floor, holding his neck with a painef bleat and crying when a foot collided against its back again, choking another another noise of pain.
"I fucking told you to not make a mess, you fat sheep but here you left all these mess without washing." Its 'master' spat the words harshly, even when what he said wasn't true at all. She did wash the dishes but missed one, only one and it was enough for him to get upset.
He took any opportunity to get his hands on him.
"Lucky for me I didn't pay much for you, I never had a sheep before so it was a great deal." He murmured, taking away his foot from her back and letting it sit up again, his eyes moving down to the messy carved letter of his name behind her neck.
He had cut her hair after learning it grew back rather quickly for him, wanting to brand it right away on a spot that it couldn't reach nor see to mess it up. Of course, he didn't want her to have the luxury of being sedated when that happened, doing all of it when she was awake and conscious.
"I gave you a new home, new clothes and even a fucking hair cut. Of course now it doesn't hidd how fat you are but doesn't matter, it'd better for me that way." He walked towards a cabinet, taking a glass and a bottle of whiskey to serve for himself. "I wouldn't be able to actually keep the house clean if I wanted to fuck you all the time, like a good toy but it would be annoying how many sounds you would make."
Sol gulped, standing up on shakey legs and trying to ignore the bill that was rising up his throat.
He kept talking.
"At least you learn quicker, I'll give you that. But you still need more discipline with how you yet seem to do everything properly." He took a large sip from the glass, licking his lips with a sick smile on his face. "But we can do that in no time, you're not leaving anytime soon."
"We can't have you being out there all alone can we? You probably had nothing, so really I'm doing you a favor." He wasn't, he was just sick in the head for foing all of this and speaking about it so freely. Its stomach hurt again, but not from the hits or the lack of food, well it did, but also because of the disgust he was causing her.
She already had friends, people who liked it for being it. He stole everything from her.
"Come on! Smile for me, I'm even making you lose a few pounds! Although your body hasn't changed at all, perhaps all sheeps just have a fat body." He snorted, pouring himself more whiskey. "Nonetheless, you leave everything postless like my ex-wife, which you're far better because you don't talk back at all, being mute."
He cackled, downing his glass again before serving himself more. Sol had never been so humillieted in his life, treated like the worst scum of earth just because of how it was born. But it still knew better, it was not her fault but it was for staying listening to that conversation.
Now here it was, looking at the man who bought it get himself drunk and ushering her to the cage that was its new bed. It was late already, night practically and sometimes it was worse when he acted like that, more so when drinking. The bruises on its body told tales about it, whenever he didn't do what he asked quickly or refused.
She remained curled up on its cage, silently sobbing to herself to try and get some warm back on its body.
Sol did try fighting back, but it was weak, barely any foods or liquids inside her body, getting knocked out far more easily by a man who was far more taller and stronger than it. 'Shameful' he thought bitterly, curling up on himself when the thought came accompanied with his voice inside his mind.
Punches to the face and stomach, hand shaped marks on its neck after not cooking the right thing for him to eat, body slammed against every wall and table in the house.
She just wanted to go home.
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koscheiisms · 1 year
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spell to destroy all food/bodyshamers today, like to charge reblog to cast
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Imperfectly Perfect
requested by @tomoriinterlude
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In, out, in, in, in, out. Fear pattered the pinkette's heart. she would never be safe. nobody cared for her. She was scared, she just wanted someone to notice her and love her for more than her body. She barely noticed the yellow sunshine that kneeled down in front of her.
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Quick note before you read, this is mostly based on my experience with things I was told growing up. If there is anything here that seems to be treated improperly, please let me know and I'll try to change it to make you more comfortable!
there will be notes at the end too
also in case you dont understand, Kizuna was on the phone with Minako, who told her the mean things
Tw for panic attacks, bodyshaming, and IDK what else to TW. uh for the end notes tws for talk about what i dont like about my body n whatever IDK. and me making jokes about me mental health.
The sound of a phone hitting the ground is barely recognizable in most cases, but Kizuna knew it all too well.
“Too chubby”, “too skinny”, both things she had been told by her mother. Kizuna knew nothing but such hurtful words from her mother, she had no memories of being told she was perfect the way she was, or that no matter what, people would love her. 
Being raised by Minako, it was always “Men only care for appearance, they could care less how you act as long as you’re attractive. If you’re hurt, it means you’re not pretty enough.” Sometimes, it was “Be a good girl and keep your mouth shut, it makes you a lot prettier.”
The pinkette shouldn’t be having a panic attack, she shouldn’t be curled into a ball on the floor and gagging and hyperventilating. She felt sick, she felt lightheaded, she felt pathetic. She was a mess.
“Kizuna?” She barely heard her name being called, her breathing was unsteady. In, out, out, out, in. 
“Kizuna!” Kizuna flinched away when a hand was placed on her shoulder. Out, out, out, out, in, in, out. 
“Kizuna, look at me, please.” someone waved in front of her face. In her blur of tears, the pinkette looked up and could barely recognize her yellow sunshine. 
Her dandelion, her star. Kiyoka. 
The blonde simply stared at her partner with love, spreading her arms and letting Kizuna crawl into them and cling to her tightly whilst sobbing into her shoulder. “I love you, Kizuna…” She whispered, placing one hand on the back of the pinkette’s head. “I love you, so, so, so, much…”
Kizuna could only weep, her salty tears soaking her girlfriend’s white shirt. “I’m sorry!” Her words were chopped, cut with sharp inhales and whimpers and loud outhales. “I’m not good enough!”
Kiyoka shushed her near immediately, lifting Kizuna’s head off her shoulder so she could look the other in the eyes. “You are good enough, Kizuna… I love you so much…” She whispered as she kissed away the other’s tears. “No matter what anyone else tells you, I will never stop loving you…”
She continued to whisper sweet nothings to her emotional lover, cradling her and kissing her and promising it would get better. Not even asking what caused it, as to not make her girlfriend think of the cause of her panic. 
“You’re perfect for me, Kizu… Oh, I love you… I want to be here for you always…” The blonde murmured, kissing the cheerleader’s forehead afterwards and smiling as she heard a near-silent giggle come from her girlfriend.
It took a bit for Kizuna to breathe properly, but as soon as she could, she spoke. “Thank you, Kiyoka… I… I love you too,” She whispered as she stared at her girlfriend with hopeful and affectionate eyes. 
The sniper only smiled in return, pressing her forehead to Kizuna’s and smiling.
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Guess who's back, back again.
yeah sorry for the absence i've been mentally ill. and burnt out as shitttttt lmaooooo i'm weak as shit lol. And I am working on the next part of paddedcell mikako!
not mentioned in the summary is that I am AFAB and have constantly been told my body is a blessing each time i've shown disdain for my chest. I love that I'm somewhat chubby, it makes me happy. Because it means any future partner could use my stomach as a pillow n shit. but my chest? ohh boy i want that gone. i could go on a rant on all the little details i hate about my body and NONE of it is that I am somewhat chubby.
Growing up, though? I was told that "oh your chest is a blessing! But you need to lose weight." which is not fun.
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cuntvonkrolock · 2 years
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next person i see bodyshaming or being ableist towards richard is getting their teeth kicked in. you aren't funny for mocking how a physically disabled man walks, nor are you entertaining for calling him fat.
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grussell63 · 2 years
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what are people saying about george?
ever since he started driving for mercedes the harassment he‘s been facing has tripled, there‘s constantly someone going around bodyshaming him/trying to analyse his sexuality/calling him a racist (for what? for beating lewis in some qualis or races) and they don‘t just do it where he technically won‘t see it, naah they @ him directly and now they‘re crying about how they get blocked by his social media team or himself and go around saying he had no right to block them blabla
edit: oh and lets not forget about the literal death threats he receives on a weekly basis 😙✌🏽
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dacchamp · 7 months
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*sighs* the way people look at me and bodyshame me because of my weight without knowing a single fuck about my life 💫 go fuck yourself 💫 i am TRYING MY BEST TO LOSE WEIGHT OKAY?
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stressedsnake · 2 years
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ah yes, being told to lose weight, my beloved
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knifepervert · 11 months
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ca-cupid · 2 years
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have you been seeing the fatphobia and skinny drac body swaps 🙄
okay I know exactly what you’re talking about and I know a lot of people are calling it fatphobic but like,, I feel like people were jumping the gun a bit, the person who did the body swap could totally be fatphobic and hate g3 Draculaura but I feel like with nothing other than the body swap you can’t just accuse them of fatphobia?? Body swaps are a pretty normal thing with doll collectors and it’s totally possible that the person wanted to also try out g1 Draculaura fashions with the g3 doll but unfortunately the g1 clothes don’t fit the g3 body
also kind of a sidenote but the person who posted the tiktok to Twitter said she was ugly like girl,, you don’t want to people to bodyshame fat people but you’re essentially calling the skinny version ugly?? I know she’s not a realistic body type but it’s still just an interesting thing I noticed?
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primathehomonculus · 6 months
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Diary of a Homunculus, page 6
Text: She loves pointing out flaws. Her number one hobby is her beauty. Her second favorite hobby is the ugliness og others.
When we're out in public, she notices all the flaws of the women passing by, and she whispers in my ear exactly what they are.
Panel 2, Isabel: "Look at that woman, trying to hide her fat under a baggy blouse, it makes her look even fatter."
Panel 3, Isabel: "Her face is so old. Look at those jowls. Why do people let themselves go like that?"
Panel 4, Isabel: "I don't understand why she won't put some makeup on. She looks like a homeless crackhead."
Panel 5, Isabel: "Ouch, what an unfortunate child. Hope her parents can afford plastic surgery!"
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Chunky and cute as shit are not mutually exclusive.
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