#tw self esteem

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

pov ur nervous abt ur new job but feel a little better when u think ur coworkers will be nice and friendly but then they aren’t and it sends u on a downward spiral bc ur just quirky like that

A retelling of ‘oh my god. You hated me. You’ve hated me this whole time.’, taken in a DIFFERENT mental-illnesses-go-brrr direction! Continued below the cut,

Haha yikessss! That’s cringy! I’m surprised you’ve scrolled down this far! Mostly I’ve been hoping people would see the first bit of this post and go ‘oh hell nah’ and pretend like it didn’t just plague their innocent mind with the knowledge that self insert cringe of this level still exists! So congrats! I’ve committed many crimes and you’re here to witness them

To answer some question you might have:

Who is that???: SURPRISE IT’S NOT VANNY!!! that is Babbit! Or Rabbit, or Bones, whichever you prefer. It’s a self insert of me!

Why are they a rabbit one second then a person the next?? Are those even supposed to be the same character??: Yes, they are the same person, just drawn in different ways! Why they change is a little more difficult to explain bc it,, depends, honestly sjdhdjd. A lot of the time, the rabbit is like,, an inner version, the more honest and vulnerable version of Rabbit, the ‘you’ that YOU see in your own mind. The regular human version is, normally, what the world sees, the actual, physical person that is Rabbit.

But why tho: Idk I just like weird stupid metaphors and weird wonky character designs!

What’s happening??: Rabbit has a job at the daycare! Rabbit is an anxious, stressed out and socially inept person who worries a lot about what other people think! Sun and Moon dislike them, bc this was inspired by some of those AUs where Sun and Moon are just mean for no good reason LMAO. Rabbit is crushed by this bc they thought Sun and Moon, who are PROGRAMMED and DESIGNED to be likeable and friendly and caring, would HAVE to like them!! It’s their job! It’s what they’re supposed to do! It’s what they’re built for: to like people and to be liked by people! To be disliked by them means there is something so fundamentally and ineffably wrong with them that it breaks the laws of physics- at least in Rabbit’s mind. Before they could disregard everyone who disliked them as people being people and them just having a disliked personality! But to be disliked by something designed to like people? Holy mothballs, bat man, you must be REAL KINDS of fucked up!

They think there is something so wrong with them that even the ones who like everyone do not like them, and it is THEIR FAULT that they are disliked, not anyone else’s- not even Sun and Moon’s. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt. And it hurts more when Sun and Moon fake being kind and friendly under a heavy layer of passive aggression. So, at the end of their rope and believing there is nothing that can be done to help them or fix their situation, they start to loathe Sun and Moon and start to lash out at them whenever feeling especially slighted. Is this reasonable? No! Does it make them feel better? Absolutely not!!! Do Sun and Moon deserve it??? No not really!!! And the farther it goes the more Rabbit let’s themselves sink into being as bitter and hurtful as they always tried so hard not to be. And it’s not anyone’s job to fix them but theirselves. But right now, for the first time in a long time, they really don’t want to.

Does Rabbit actually just need a hug and a warm blanket???? Idk probably!!!!

This is a self insert????: Yup!

So this is based off you??: Unfortunately!

Does that mean-: haha!!!!!!!!! Don’t worry about it!!!!!! :) Next question!

Most people’s fantasies are about their faves liking them, yknow: Haha yeah!

Why did you even make this: I’m going to pretend like I’m not just completely nuts and say, it helps me process my feelings and also ✨catharsis✨

Do you want to talk: HAHA no definitely not this is embarrassing enough as is!!!!!!

U good?: Yes actually! Just weird! Sorry sjdgdjshdnvdndbdhd

Why are you sharing this: idk tbh maybe validation on some weird fucked up level lmao

Anyway thank u for ur time and I apologize for the death of so many of ur brain cells. Idk why ur still here but holy shit man idk if I should be proud of u or scared of u. I’m mentally giving u a gold ribbon tho congrats on,, reading this abomination of a post ig

#tw mental instability #tw self esteem #tw mental health #mentally ill #catharsis #vent #warning vent #vent tw #yeah I have anger issues but I’m too small to actually b violent #ssjsgdjshdndhdbdh that was a joke #god there is so much wrong with me #shdgdjdhdndvshdhhdbdANYWAY #self insert #fnaf self insert #doodles #sketches #bones of a rabbit #rabbit sona #my younger self is looking at this and hating it LMAO #anyway. I am very sorry #lashing out

[traumatizeddfox]

#traumacore #actuallytraumatized #vent art #trauma art #actuallymentallyill #tw self esteem #body image issues #body dysmorphia #ventcore #ok to reblog

[luciehercndale]

2024 Goals: Self-Esteem.

I know that my self-esteem issues are bad from the way I feel when I browse this website sometimes. Self-esteem is the reason I need to step back for hours or even days to collect myself and pat myself on the shoulder and repeat: "you are unique. you are good." I know I need to get better at handling this because I owe it to myself. The tendency to compare ourselves to others is unavoidable. We do it irl, no wonder we also do it here. I have no idea how to stop thinking whatever I post is bad, and it can never measure up to what another random individual created. I know it isn't true, and it's just my insecurity speaking. But I can't shut this voice down sometimes, and I wish I were better at doing this. This is a goal I need to set for 2024 and I hope can come here next year and say that I am doing better at this.

#Tweety.txt #tw self esteem #tw insecurity #2024 goals #self esteem

[wroteclassicaly]

I couldn’t pull Eddie and I sure as hell couldn’t pull Steve. Considering their canon love interests, I wouldn’t be on their radars. I don’t even think they’d wanna be friends with me, tbh… I like to pretend and feel empowered about it, but I’m basically a 31 yr old, morbidly obese loser, with extreme mental health conditions, and I’ve never had sex with a man before. So… yeah. I’ll just live in fanfiction ✌🏻

#tw mental illness #tw mental health #tw self esteem #tw body dysmorphia

[theblankverse]

I'm Sorry

I'm sorry I have no more left to offer,

I'm sorry I used up all my potential,

I'm sorry I'm not worth much anymore,

I'm sorry I'm not what anyone wants,

I'm sorry I'm not good at things,

I'm sorry I'm not smart enough,

I'm sorry I yell when I get mad,

I'm sorry I'm not kind when I'm hurt,

I'm sorry I don't smile much these days,

I'm sorry that my laugh went away,

I'm sorry I'm broken inside,

I'm sorry that my body feels hollow,

I'm sorry I stopped fighting back,

I'm sorry I stopped planning for tomorrow,

I'm sorry I ran out of steam,

I'm sorry I'm not the best daughter,

I'm sorry I'm not the best sister,

I'm sorry I am the way I am,

I'm sorry you wanted something better,

I'm sorry I'm useless now,

I'm sorry I'm loud,

I'm sorry I'm quiet,

I'm sorry I'm me,

I'm sorry.

#just a lot today #a lot of things filling my head and bringing me down #fighting a lot with my sister #everything hurts #im trying to focus on the good but it gets hard sometimes #writing it down helps get it out of my head for a little while #my work #poem #poetry #sad poem #sad poetry #tw self esteem

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Imagine Lunar hiding injured Blood Moon in the theater. Lunar learns to make sweets with blood in them so nobody questions him taking stuff like cupcakes and cookies and candy into the theater.

Eventually he graduates to making full meals with it like soup and lasagna and pizza and Blood Moon is just absolutely spoiled now being able to eat all these new things with their favorite ingredient.

Blood Moon is slowly getting a bit chubbier and more self-conscious of eating so much. Yet Lunar is very reassuring telling them they need to sustain themselves and their nanobots would be working overtime and burning up to fix themselves if they didn’t make sure they have enough reserves to sustain them and eating gives them those reserves.

Not to mention Lunar absolutely loves snuggling into Blood Moon’s belly like a cat to sleep and Blood Moon is such a snuggle cuddle partner now that they’re being spoiled and loved on. The Blood Moons are incredibly self-conscious and nervous of how their body is pudgy and now soft and a bit chubby.

Lunar regularly finds them staring in the mirror and squeezing at their new slightly chubby belly and pinching it and poking it. Lunar will shift into his avatar form and hug them right from behind and squeeze their insecurities away while assuring them they look fine and a bit of extra Blood Moon to snuggle and hug and love is nothing to be ashamed of.

Lunar is terrified for a minute when Moon eats a blood brownie and he says it tastes good. Lunar has to lie and say it’s just extra chocolate chips as the secret ingredient and KC surfaces and smiles at him because he just knows what that brownie had in it and he thinks Lunar has developed a taste for blood meanwhile Moon is none the wiser that the brownie had blood.

#five nights at freddy’s #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #chubby blood moon #fnaf lunar #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf moon #kill code moon #five nights at freddy’s imagine #sun and moon show imagine #sams imagine #tw injury mention #tw blood mention #tw food mention #tw insecurity #tw body insecurity #tw self esteem

[marshmallowprotection]

“How did you deal with it, Saeran?”

“I’m not really sure what you mean.”

With a lowered gaze, you refused to meet his suspicious eyes. It was so hard on the worst days... difficult on the in-between days... and taxing on the good days, believe it or not. Your silence was met with the sound of his exasperated sigh on his part. He wasn’t irritated with you. Though, if you didn’t know him the way you knew him now, you might’ve thought that he was tired of you moping around with a sad whimper on your lips.

Who were you to complain, anyway?

This redheaded man had been through the worst that this life could put someone through... and there you were. Sure, it was hard, but you never had to be afraid like he did of monsters in the dark. You knew all of your monsters and what they were capable of... and Saeran never had that.

He was always afraid of what could get him before he knew what it as. He didn’t have the power to know what could hurt him. He could only guess what would’ve grabbed him... and even if Saeyoung was there... his brother was a kid just like he was. They could only do so much for each other in that place, and he knew it.

In some ways... you thought it was worse to not know what could destroy you.

At least, you had known your monster and how it would attack if you tried to fight back. It wasn’t like that for him. He was kept awake at night to live in fear of what could change in the moment. He never knew what was going to happen to him if the mood changed. Rationally and logically, you knew comparing yourself to him wasn’t right. He suffered, you suffered, and there was no reason to belittle your experiences because his had been different.

All trauma was trauma. That’s what your brain said and hat’s what your therapist would say. It doesn’t matter if someone in drowning in a foot or a water or in 12 feet of water. If they were drowning, they were drowning. You just felt ashamed to admit how hard it was sometimes when you came to Saeran.

You knew that he was fighting to make sense of what he wanted in life after Mint Eye and his childhood. You knew how hard it was for him. It was why you felt a sense of kinship to him in the first place. You felt like he was a kindred spirit who knew what you had gone through and didn’t judge you or make you feel like you had to do a million things to feel like you were worthy of compassion and care by other people.

Although he didn’t say it often, you knew that he felt the same way about you... just in a quiet way since emotions and vulnerability were hard for him. He was never going to be the type to sweep you off your feet or wax poetic, but you did not need him to be that way for you. You just needed him to be himself... since that’s what you had loved about him from the start.

The way that he could just so real with you... even if his words were crass, blunt, or sharp. You didn’t feel bad when he was with you. But, right now, with the way you felt, you weren’t sure that he could bring peace to your heart. You were very hurt. You were hurting. You just didn’t want to burden anyone with that hurt if it was possible. You were strong. You knew you were strong and that you could do anything you set your mind to.

But, sometimes...

Sometimes it felt like you were always going to be trapped.

You shifted, bringing your knees up to your chest as you continued to avoid his gaze. Even if the sun was shining, it didn’t feel like it was. It felt more like it was on the brink of hurricane in your heart. “Doesn’t it feel like you’re trapped in that place sometimes? Trapped like you’re never going to be able get out no matter what you do? It’s like you never got of that house in the first place. How do you deal with that? How do you...”

“...”

The words felt broken and unclear. You raised a an arm to face to scrub away wetness on the sleeve of your jacket. “How do you stop being afraid that you’ll never get out of there?”

Another sigh. This one was less dramatized or cumbersome by on his part. You felt him stiffen but not in a bad way. If he didn’t want to talk about it, he would go and leave without warning. You wouldn’t have taken it personally. There was the world of boundaries, after all. Some things were taboo and needed to be treated with care before anything else.

“You don’t,” he said, pointedly.

You knew that.

“You don’t stop being afraid of it. As if I’ll sugarcoat for you when I wake up every night haunted by my mother, father, and those two. I used to be feel ashamed of my fear. She taught me that anger was the only means I needed if I ever wanted to be rid of fear. But, what did that get me? It just made it all worse... every time I was scared, I would get angrier... angrier... and angrier. Why was I always afraid if I was angry? Why was I afraid if I did exactly what she told me to do with no doubt or question about it?”

You felt his shoulder bump against yours in what could only be his small display of care that wasn’t small at all. “All she taught me was how to be afraid of more things, including myself. I still don’t know how to make the fear go away. It’s right inside my chest no matter where I go. This fear inside of me that says I’m going to stay there... trapped in the dark. It’s always with me. It’s a part of me. It might always be. I’m angry about that, too. But, who does that solve? I don’t want the rest of my life to be spent fixated on that cycle and yet, here it is.”

“So, I don’t deal with it. I’ve just accepted it’s a part of me. I’m always going to be angry, afraid, sad, and lost,” he said. If he was trying to comfort you, you weren’t sure that he knew what that meant. Your heart ached inside your chest at those words that seemed so... resigned. “But, I’ve learned something from being close to you.”

That caught your attention. You lifted your head to look at him, though he was a bit blurry in your eyes thanks to the tears. “What? How to ball up your problems even more and cry about them when you can’t mask them anymore?”

‘No,” his voice softened. This time, he looked into your eyes as you blinked away the thick tears that swelled up by the minute. He was being honest with you in a way that he never would be with anyone else. “Even if I feel pathetic, even if I’m afraid I’ll never see the light of day again, and even if I wake up in a fit of those nightmares with the walls closing in? I know you’ll be there. Whether I deserve it or not is beyond me, but even if I’m always going to carry this fear with me until the day I die. I know I can find you here. Maybe I’ll always be angry and afraid of shit, but... at least, when I’m with you, I stop thinking about it long enough to see that I’m grateful to be alive.”

#tw depression #tw self esteem #drabble #se saeran #saeran choi #choi saeran #mod kait #mystic messenger

[f1-birb]

okay so this mentions body image/weight so if that's triggering or just something you don't feel comfortable reading about, pls just don't read any further and delete this.

but during that stream today

went from 🥺🥹 as lando squeezed his own cheeks to 😔😒 as he used it to start criticizing his body

then pietra with the "that's just skin" and theo looking at him like he's grown two heads

idk it just makes me feel kind of bleehhhh all of the times he criticizes his body. he has the strength needed to handle the G forces and whip that car around a F1 track, he's healthy, idk idk. just wish he was a bit easier on himself sometimes.

Thank you for checking in with me <3

I didn't watch the stream, just spent a while scrolling through opinions on his haircut some of which made me giggle (he did look like a poodle with the clips in) and then Max's reassurance the curls will be back ("gotta let it marinate") but I did find a clip of that moment you're talking about

Weight has always unfortunately played a huge part of the sport and so many drivers have suffered from it, but with the minimum driver weight now being 80kg it's meant a lot of them (especially taller drivers who can't help how much their bones weigh) have been able to ease up a little bit which is great but there's old habits I think some people can't shake and unfortunately this is not the first time Lando's commented on his weight in a slightly negative way

He talked in streams over the winter break about how he'd been working out and eating more but losing weight (which can and is possible with proper nutrition and training and is not necessarily a bad thing) and he seemed really positive but those comments, especially about his face - which sometimes you just can't change the way parts of your body sit or are like cheeks - are a little concerning

I'm just glad how quickly Theo, Max and Pietra all reacted to be encouraging that he's fine the way he is, and P enforcing my point that sometimes that's just the way you are

I'm hoping it's just a blip and his esteem being a dick and making him listen to nasty comments and he knows people love him the way he is, he's fit and healthy and we know Jon takes care of him, and it's nice to see that he's got plenty of people in his corner (despite P telling him and Max to be less codependent and Max to be less of a simp which I found hilarious)

#tw weight #tw body image #tw body negativity #tw eating issues #tw self esteem #<- trying to cover most bases so no one sees what they don't want to #please let me know if you think other tags are needed #birb speaks

[i-likefrogs]

Strap in for a self degrading rant. Seriously this is kinda depressing so you know, if anyone actually sees this, just heads up.

How could I? Really, how could I? She's sweet, kind, smart, funny, absolutely gorgeous. And I'm. I'm really not. I'm an ass with too much emotional baggage. How could I wish that she'd love me? She deserves SO, SO much more than me. And yet here I sit reading sap and desperately wishing she felt this way about me. There's no way I would ever be genuinely GOOD enough for her. At the end of the day, I'm not good. And she really does deserve someone who is. I can't fathom why she'd put up with me as a friend, nevermind something more. Maybe it's better this way. At least as only friends i can only be so much of a curse. Do minimal damage I suppose. But still, I don't want to fuck this up. How do I not fuck this up?

#Griffin goes on #vent post #❤️her❤️ #its been a rough day #ngl i should probably get a new therapist #i really shouldnt have quit that #tw self esteem #i guess

[miscellaneousqueer]

i want to apologize to every room i walk into. but it really doesn’t matter. nobody lifts their head at the sound of me opening a door.

#word vomit #writing #queer #tw self esteem

[interlagosed]

I feel very self-conscious today but I know my period is around the corner and I’m probably a little nervous about the exam. Trying to take a deep breath and reminding myself that it’s a warm day out, other people are probably a little sweaty too, plenty of people have unwashed hair in the middle of the week, no one really judges you for a little bit of dandruff, etc. I have a reputation for being someone who always looks put together and stylish. I still look stylish. Just because I’m a little disheveled on closer inspection, that doesn’t mean I’m unworthy of being admired and cared for.

#we won’t unpack ALLLL of that today #tw body talk #tw self esteem #worse comes to worst I can always talk off the layer I’m wearing on top and push my hair back into a messy bun #I just wish I still had a sweatshirt in my locker 💀

[theblankverse]

Today

I wake up each morning hoping today is the day.

I hope that today is the day things become better.

Maybe today I get my dream job.

Today I might meet my soulmate.

I might get to hear a joke that leaves me crying with joy.

Could today be the day the smell of the breeze takes me to a happy memory.

Am I going to hug my friends today.

I awake with hope in my heart.

The day passes.

Today I had no plans.

Everyone was busy anyway.

All my emails were spam.

I don't think I smiled let alone laughed.

I stared in the mirror and reminded myself all the ways someone won't want me.

It rained and the rain smelt bitter instead of sweet.

Today I didn't see my friends.

Today I didn't meet you.

Today I stayed exactly the same.

I fall asleep with tears on my cheeks, and dread in my heart.

But I'll still wake up tomorrow.

And the next day.

And the next.

I'll keep waking up.

Because the day can't be better.

If I'm not here.

#my work #poem #poetry #tw self esteem #tw body issues #never give up hope on a better tomorrow

[daisyknife]

Can I take a tiny moment to be a bit vain here?

I never made a secret that I have deep body image issues. I spend so much time fixating on everything I don’t like about my appearance (my weight, my skin, my hair and eye colour, my *nose*, my hands, my height, my shape, my teeth, my body hair; you name it, I hate it) and as a result I maintain the opinion that I am objectively what could be considered, by the vast majority of people, “ugly”. Unattractive, unpleasant to look at, off putting even.

I don’t like what I see in any mirror or glass door and yet I can’t help but furtively reach for them with the corner of my eye, to constantly monitor just how ashamed of myself I should feel at any given moment. I give my appearance way too much importance, I know, I can’t help it. I tried not paying attention to it and that just led to complete self neglect. I felt even worse because I failed to only stop caring about my appearance, instead I didn’t care about myself at all. It’s a side of my life that needs work.

That’s why whenever I actually feel beautiful I want to celebrate it so much. I don’t even care if looking back I will pick apart my appearance again, I don’t care even if the vast majority of people will agree with me that even in those moments I could be called, objectively, “ugly”.

Yesterday I felt beautiful for the first time in months.

Today I wanna celebrate that before I forget what it feels like. Again.

#personal rant #me pics #tw body image #tw weight #tw self esteem #the knife the last one on side b