Battlestar Fattica
I try this dress on Too flippin tight I suck it all in With all my might Why don't it fit.
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I try this dress on Too flippin tight I suck it all in With all my might Why don't it fit.
[For my brother] I have lived two childhoods, But I am not yet a man, My bones are 14, but I am 19, You may look at me, but I won't really be seen, My rough beard is finally growing, My manner is...
Freeze face What a waste You have a scary Mary Look in your eye Does your face even move when you cry.
I used to think diets were for wimps Until I saw some pics of myself My god what was I thinking When I wore that dress.
Can't eat this, shouldn't eat that. Too many calories, you'll only get fat. Seeds for breakfast, forget about lunch. Roll on teatime give me something to munch. I couldn't be thin even if I tried.
What is beauty to you and me. Is it what we see on TV. All the made up glam dols in their tight tops. Or the fit boy bands on top of the pops. Beauty to one is rank to another.
Mirror, Why must you lie. You call me pretty. You call me skinny. You say I am perfect. Someone takes a picture of me and I am ugly. I step on the scale and I am fat. I am not perfect.
What is beauty. Is there a true picture of a beautiful person. Is beauty hair, makeup, and clothes. Or glasses, braces, and skin. Beauty is a matter of opinion.
I'm a figure of round about 6 foot. That makes me tall for a child yet short for a man while I sit in the age group where your in-between. I'm neither fat or skinny, I'm very much an average kid.
Being of blond hair colour and of male gender can be a difficult combination sometimes.
With open hands, palms up. She is honest. A parlor trick, a fine art. He takes them from her and turns them over. Chipped varnish, grazed and bruised.
Humpty Dumpty had KFC I looked in the mirror And Humpty was me.
it's raining outside and I have a headache. we were beautiful once and now everything is too loud. the lightbulbs, the snow on the pavement and the looks they give me, everything is screaming.
To start off with, I have to say, I'm not quite sure if what I had was actually anorexia. Its hard to say. I was not taken to a specialist or a doctor about it.
She looks in the mirror and asks herself every day, Is she beautiful. A joke or a comment about her image, Stains the white canvas in her mind. And then she wonders, Is she thin enough.
Having/Reading/Hearing comments like "you're too skinny", "you need to eat", is as hurtful as "you're fat","eat a salad".It's not fair that its rude when you call someone fat but perfectly ok when...
She looks in the mirror with a blank expression, She hates herself; it's a true confession. When she smiles, it's very rare, Because she's conscious and feels so bare.
With some prom is coming up, and I am no exception.
Hi. I'm 13 years old an this, this is a 100% true story. I'm going to tell you about my journey through this HORRIBLE ED.
God, I hate myself. I look in the mirror, and stare at myself in disgust. I look at the mascara under my eyes and down my cheeks. I look at my body and think how it will never be good enough.
She was that sort of girl. Cast out, people remarking 'Nice shoes' sarcastically.
Bleach blonde hair and bright blue eyes: Oh but can you hear the sighs of a broken nail or an ignored text. A designer life, and I'm not talking Next.
I'm tired of girls telling each other how to be "perfect." Really shallow girls find perfection in their looks and try to make everyone else around them perfect.
'Hmm. I don't think you should go out in that.' Why not. I grimace and stare hard into the mirror. Yes. I knew it. I just thought, maybe, I might... 'You're kidding right.