Flesh
A flesh that is not filled with scars, yet covers the scars. Scars carved into your bones because that is how deep it hurt you.
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A flesh that is not filled with scars, yet covers the scars. Scars carved into your bones because that is how deep it hurt you.
Little girl just a baby and they know; not maybe, That she is the the most beautiful, Girl in the whole entire world, And she's a pure living miracle.
Don't you see that the ones suffering mainly are us young girls, Constantly having to worry about if their hair is neatly curled.
Friends: You're so pretty and skinny. Guys: Ew, what is that thing. My face: Even surgery can't fix your ugliness. My thighs: Cut down on the bad food. My stomach: You eat to much.
I weep for the girls who can't read Or write Who think size Zero means P E R F E C T I O N .
Mirror mirror. On the wall. Will you catch me. if I fall. Or will you simply look away. Waiting for my price unpaid. Mirror mirror. What is it now. Can't you hear my bloody howls.
All you see is the long blonde hair, The wide brown eyes, The mile-long stare. All you see is the dark brown roots, The long, slim legs, The military boots.
Today I'm feeling groovy Today I'm feeling great From all this talk of bras on boobies Now tonight I cannot wait See Sarahgamal started it off In a tale of how she wears her tops With bras all...
Run run. 'Til fat drips off. Never slow. Never stop. Starve starve. 'Til your hands shake. And your hair falls out. And your insides ache. Binge purge. 'Til your throat burns. And your teeth chip.
Mirror mirror on the wall, I want to be pretty, skinny and tall. Mirror mirror if I change my hair, Maybe someone might start to care.
Too afraid to gain a pound So you just walk away You live your life alone With no one around It's the one thing you can control Was it the stress.
I take in the scenery around me. I'm tired of the familiar faces I see. I catch a glimpse of her as she glides effortlessly to our table. Her face isn't familiar anymore.
Your pretty they say. But I cannot see. What they mean to say is your ugly. Yeah that sounds right. Your skinny they say. What nonsense do they speak. Are they blind. That they cannot see.
The shoes they sparkled. With delicate straps. She had to have them. That was a fact. The shoes were high. With six inch heels. They were dangerous. Her feet would kill. The shoes were hers.
To me, in the mirror, I look just fine, But the scales; How they like to whine, Too much Xmas - Was it the mince pies.
she worried about her weight she worried about her date she wondered how long here she'd stay she was curious about when things would finally be okay she starved herself daily she cried herself to...
I JUST NEED TO RANT ABOUT THIS. Who can define 'perfect'. Is it blonde hair and blue eyes. Or really thin and dark haired. Ears pierced or left alone.
#SimplyPerfection10Days. stare into the mirror. thinking, "Who am I?". notice all my flaws. just wondering, "Why?". wishing to be cooler. to be like everyone else. not realizing it is better.
Every girl is not happy with there looks, They always have to be like what people are in magazines or books. But they need to know different is attractive, and being beautiful doesn't take practice.
When I fall down I struggle to get back up, I plea longingly for a bit more luck. I'm not very sociable and I struggle to make friends, So I just sit back and let life take me around many bends.
Over stuffing yourself as a poor hood kid is something certain people will never understand. We can both look up and visualize the same pink sky, but only you will see beauty.
December twenty third, Stay home from church. Dad says I have to stay in my room. He thinks that is a punishment. My stomach is killing me. Literally. Don't give up and don't give in. I'm...
December twenty second, 8:38 pm. Saturday night. I told them I couldn't hang out. I meant I didn't want to. I told them that I felt sick. I meant that I was dizzy from not eating all day.
I wanted to change my spots, So I went out and discovered away. Surgery to change my appearance. I booked it, my secret day. Forever it seemed I was single, My looks never good enough.