#body dysmorphia mention

[ouaw-facts-i-just-made-up]

Gricko lost a ton of weight when he was a young adult and got told by his "friends" at the time that his skinny-ness was attractive. They thought his hollow cheeks were beautiful and edgy. It seriously fucked with how he saw his body. Long after he got his life together and gained weight those comments still got to him.

He has body dysmorphia but he doesn't reach out about it or share how much it actually bothers him outside of jokes. He's actually very insecure about his wrinkles and wishes his body looked "right."

This is a :( fact.

Combined with all the other College Time Gricko hcs he is starting to be not only the oldest but the most sad, which to be fair is hard when your competition is Torbek.

Its okay gricko your wrinkles are so so cool and you should be able to have a nice amount of fat on your bones as a treat, I say as I tuck this adult man goblin into bed.

Hes got better friends now at least? I mean one of them is Kremy (sorry Kremy you are an asshole though), but thankfully I don't think any of them are that kind of shitty. They just kill people instead.

[h0t-p1nk-ch33tah-pr1nt]

A lil gush bc the doctors always give me body dysmorphia

Tanigaki even if he's embarrassed of bodies sees Mika as those french paintings, soft and pink, every curve and fold every scar, freckle is her own little thing that makes her unique, he's never seen a women like her,,,

[angstyaches]

Hi!! I'm the anon who asked about what Shayne and Charlie's tummies/bodies look like and I am so giddy at your answer!! Thank you thank you... it's so sweet how much you've thought about this and the level of detail in your reply was so wonderful.

Here are a few more headcanons I have about these boys... that you can ignore/refute/whatever you'd like haha

- When Charlie's stomach growls, it's pretty loud! The kind that people around him would notice. And he gets embarrassed or flustered about it, but in sort of a good-natured way; it doesn't absolutely humiliate him or anything. Because it's a k!nk thing for him, it's definitely not his favorite thing to have happen in public.

- Shayne's stomach is usually on the quieter side but!! sometimes will be vocal enough that people (read: Charlie) will notice. Shayne would be totally horrified if anyone he's not close to heard it but finds it pretty embarrassing no matter who hears. He doesn't fully understand why Charlie seems to like hearing it, but knowing that he does helps Shayne feel less embarrassed when Charlie does happen to hear.

- cw for body image on this one (mild!). I imagine that Charlie has pretty good body image- maybe has some good days and bad days as everyone does but generally doesn't mind his body/appearance. And I know that Shayne's food hang-ups mostly come from his past and the notion that he shouldn't take up space or need food, and less from a place of bad body image, but I imagine that relationship with food/his body and his proclivity for stomachaches has led to some tough body image days. Especially if his belly is kind of soft at the bottom! Seems like that would be hard for him sometimes!! But Charlie thinking it's super cute helps him a little 🖤

Those are some headcanons for now!! Going to start signing off as 🐊 croc anon:)

Thank you for all of your writing Flick, your stories bring so much joy!

Hey, friend!! Thanks for sticking with me 🖤

You're so right, Charlie's stomach growls really loudly when he's hungry, and he gets flustered about it but in kind of a tongue-in- cheek way.

And it depends on the crowd, but yes, it being a kink thing for Charlie can definitely make it feel a little awkward sometimes!

Your Shayne one is so right too, particularly if we're talking about hunger growls. Not crazy loud, but with the vampires around, it may as well be lol

Although, if he's a combination of starving and stressed/anxious, that's when Shayne's belly will start to really make itself known!

In terms of appearance, I actually always imagine Charlie as being fairly confident! He likes being tall, and he's gotten just enough external reassurance (i.e. girls trying to chat him up before realising he's only into guys) to know that he's got a nice face lol but yeah, occasionally his depression will break through all of that and make him think otherwise.

In my head, since Shayne's body dysmorphia centres on the fact that he has a body with needs, I imagine he doesn't have the space to worry/care much about how it looks, at least in the current part of the story. But yeah, I'm sure he would definitely get insecure about it if he gave it too much thought!! It's something that would come up at some point in the story, for sure.

But honestly, as he starts to come to terms with himself, Shayne always feels better when he sees how much Charlie lights up when he touches his stomach, or how peacefully he sleeps when he uses it as a pillow 🖤 (it's also because of Charlie that Shayne reaches the point where he's comfy wearing crop tops)

[donutboxers]

tw: body dysmorphia mention

*suddenly has intense body dysmorphia episode, sobbing, can't look at body, can't look at reflections, can't "make eye contact" with myself, can't eat more than a small salad*

why am I feeling this way??

*opens up hood*

*my period has started*

[justalilskrunklycat]

in source nobody bothered me unless I needed it and it was nice until I was practically yanked out of that world and my body isn't the same and it's weird and why am I so sensitive now I don't want to be

[therapythoughtstogether]

Update on Binging Recovery Struggles and Dating Life

TW ED recovery struggles

I'm finally starting to be more open and honest with my therapist regarding my binge part of the cycle and all it entitles. I trust him deeply, and I had no problems talking about restriction. But I associate restriction with being in control and binging with being out of control.

I can open myself more to him and even joke about it, which always helps with letting off steam and reducing the anxiety around a very hard topic. This will be one of my main topics in my tomorrow's session.

As for my dating life, it's actually going great when it comes to having sex again after the divorce. I'm pushing through my body dysmorphia and very serious body image issues and accepting that there are people who find me beautiful and desirable, no matter what the perception of my own body is.

It is still quite unfulfilling in a deeper level. I haven't been able to form the kind of meaningful connection I'm craving, and I still struggle to allow myself to fall in love again - not only because I'm afraid to be hurt again, but also because I'm still in love with my ex despite everything they've done to me.

And I'm using sex not only to get physical satisfaction, but more than anything as a form to get affection and validation, even if I'm not particularly into the person. Another topic for my tomorrow's session.

[pjthedaft]

body dysmorphia be hitting wayyy too hard rn, like logically i know i’m at least kinda pretty, but i just feel like i am uglier than literally everyone i’ve ever seen

like, my face is so asymmetrical it looks like it’s melting and my body is built like goddamn humpty dumpty. i wish i could fix the way i looked without dropping money i’ll never have on surgery.

it is so hard not to relapse into my ED right now. i just have to keep reminding myself that it almost killed me last summer. also i literally don’t like how i look UW, it makes the body dysmorphia worse.

[madameinfinitehearts]

So I have an additional thought/headcanon regarding Amazon Lily.

This was just a dumb joke initially but what if...

There's a force on Amazon Lily (whether it's caused by something on the island or the island itself) that automatically/forcefully changes the sex of an unborn child to be female.

Even if the child was initially going to be a male, the force changes them to a female.

I wanted to share this odd theory because of the implications it has, especially when it comes to a certain sandy ex-warlord.

If we are to believe that he is actually FtM, then we can assume he experienced some kind of body dysmorphia. That, combined with my earlier headcanon of him being born on Amazon Lily, could imply that he felt like he was born in the wrong body... because he literally was.

Please don't take any of this seriously, I just wanted to get this all out of my head. None of this could be true and I'd be fine with that.

The fact that ONLY girls are born on Amazon Lily has my gears turning with thoughts about Crocodile's past.

So, obviously, Crocodile is heavily believed to be AFAB. Now, I know about Empress Toritoma and how Croc couldn't have been the missing empress but that doesn't mean he has NOTHING to do with Amazon Lily.

Right now, I'm thinking Croc was born there, as the child of Gloriosa and Xebec, and was later taken to be raised elsewhere. Where he was raised, I'm not 100% certain but my current timeline headcanon is as follows:

Born on Amazon Lily

Taken to be raised either on Xebec's ship or somewhere else

Taken by Stussy to Du Feld after the God Valley incident

What's everyone else's thoughts on this?

[mai-addictionsposts]

Thinspo isn't enough. I need someone to walk up to me, grab my thighs, and whisper, "lose it, fatty"

[read-write-thrive]

Charles Rowland Week Day One — Cricket Bat/The Brawn

There were a lot of unexpected downsides to being a ghost. Sure, he got a best mate and a “life” he loved out of dying, but it wasn’t all sunshine rainbows and ice cream. And not just the major things like being chased or attacked on cases, neither! Small things were just as bad, especially when they snuck up on you

Take the mirror thing, for example. It’s really not an issue, right? Charles wasn’t vain or anything, he didn’t need to see himself in the mirror constantly. But you don’t realise how much you look in the mirror until it’s gone, really. All of a sudden your only perceptions of yourself is what you can see looking down and what you can remember. Charles had done his best to not think about it at all, but was rather suddenly confronted with his image issues about a year into being dead.

Well, “suddenly” isn’t quite right. Truth is, they’d just found a place to call theirs and were set on fixing it up. They hadn’t settled on a name for their detective agency yet, but they were getting there. At the moment all they were doing was cleaning the space as best they could to try and make it feel more homey.

You see, the place was, looking back, their reward for their first case. They’d taken to wandering London, just seeing the sights really, when recently they noticed the building. In slight disrepair, sure, but the weirder part was the poltergeist wreaking havoc on anyone who came near it. The living (un?)consciously avoided the place, but the boys hadn’t heard the gossip and were the next victims to its destruction. They couldn’t be killed, of course, but they could still be thrown about (and injured, apparently! Blasted iron—).

Edwin had already picked up a magical tome on their travels (which he’d then casually carried in his overcoat—Charles, who was still struggling to reimagine his clothing, was only a little jealous, he swore) and was thankfully able to use it to banish the poltergeist. They both took a hit or two, but Charles had realised early on that he needed to take the attention off Edwin in order for him to actually use magic. Charles had quickly rallied against the poltergeist, distracting it and taking the rest of the blows that came with that. Well, he’d tried to tackle the poltergeist first, get on the offense and all that, but that hadn’t gone well. So then he just took the hits until Edwin did his job.

Edwin, for whatever reason, had been right pissed about it in the days since. He kept his sentences short, kept his nose in that bloody book, and was overall being a cranky bastard. Charles was still sore from the fight (how ridiculous that ghosts could even be sore) and was frankly fed up with it. Time to tackle it head-on.

Though he could’ve taken the empty chair on the other side of the desk, Charles decided that being up close and personal was better for this talk. He marched up to the desk and sat on the ledge of it, arms crossed and looking down at Edwin, feet nudging the base of his chair.

Edwin didn’t even look up from the book, “Yes, Charles?”

Charles carefully took the book (bookmarked it, naturally, he wasn’t a monster) and set it aside as he spoke, “We need to have a chat, mate. Now, if you’ve got the time.”

Edwin let the book be taken, though his (stupidly broad, how does a sixteen year old even get built like that?? too fit for his own good and he doesn’t even know it, the wanker) shoulders remained tense. He quirked an eyebrow as he looked up at Charles, “Since you’ve taken my reading, I suddenly have the time. What is it you wish to speak about?”

Charles used his hand to motion at Edwin’s face, “All this. I get that you’re angry with me, though I have no clue why, but I need you to come out and say it, yeah? I’m not a mind reader.”

Sighing, Edwin properly faced Charles, “Fine. If that would please you. I am unhappy with how you handled our encounter with the poltergeist, and I was hoping you would apologise for it. I see that will not be happening.”

“Apologise?” Charles questioned, bewildered, “What the bloody hell did I do? I distracted the thing while you used your fancy magic to get rid of it!”

Edwin remained unimpressed, “I can handle myself, Charles. Your display of… masochism, shall we say— was unwarranted and reckless. We had no way of knowing what the poltergeist could do.”

“And? What, I was just supposed to let the thing do equal damage to both of us? Or let you take all the hits? You’re the one with the bloody book, mate, least I could do was give you time to read it.” Charles huffed.

“And yet your soul is less tempered than mine, so it is extremely likely that you will succumb to injuries at a faster rate.” Edwin snapped back, hands steepled in front of him as if this were all just obvious facts.

Bewildered, Charles tried to clarify, “What are you saying? I can’t take the same damage as you? Seriously?”

Edwin’s eyes, usually steadfast in maintaining eye contact, flickered down Charles’s form, then back up to his face.

Charles knew what that meant. It wasn’t the first time he’d gotten looks like that, in conversations like these. Every time he tried out for a sport, every time he tried to stand up to his dad, every time he tried to keep up with his mates. Charles knew he was twiggy, alright? He didn’t put on muscle like the other lads did even doing the same sports and eating the same school-provided meals. Hell, even when he tried going above and beyond in eating meat and lifting weights all he did was get lean, not properly muscley. A fact which everybody noticed.

As a result, he’d get these looks. Right rude looks. As if it was funny to think of him being strong or holding his own in scraps. There were a few times his mates would egg him on to fight some other bloke twice his size to try and embarrass him. Maybe it wasn’t so harmless, looking back, but Charles usually scraped by by changing it into a race or just talking his way out of it. He knew they wanted to see him take a beating, even if they framed it as him “proving” that he was stronger than he looked. They’d give him that same look every single bloody time, as if he had to be bluffing and they were thrilled to call him out on it.

This was made all the worse by his dad of course—his dad who outright laughed in his face any time he tried to stand up or fight back. His dad who left just enough visible bruises and scars to make it seem like Charles was out fighting every break and losing every single one of ‘em. The teachers took it as another sign of Charles being no-good and brushed off any time he wanted to get treatment or lenience for the injuries. The other boys would laugh at the bruises and such, asking what Charles did to piss off his foe. Asking why he kept fighting if he was so obviously always going to lose. Just look at him—how would a scraggy thing like him ever win a fight?

So yeah, maybe Charles was a bit defensive about how he looked and how strong he was. It was all the worse by the mirror thing—was he skinnier dead? How would he ever know for sure? To top it all off, he’s dead. Not exactly like there’s a gym for ghosts, is there? Well, not that they knew of yet at least. And with his luck, a ghost gym wouldn’t do anything either.

Point is, Charles was practically stuck in this stupid thin appearance for the rest of his ghostly days. And he hated it. He hated it every time he went to check a mirror and saw nothing, forcing himself to rely on his memory. He hated it every time he struggled to manifest better clothes—Edwin kept telling him to just visualise, right, but how was he supposed to do that when he’d avoided visualising himself at all for years? What if he made it worse by visualising? Maybe he was a bit bigger since dying! Some unconscious thing helping him out or some shite. He didn’t want to risk making himself any skinnier!

It was ridiculous, all of it. But Charles was not about to take that same bullshit from someone he thought was better than all that.

“What, I’m too skin and bones for ya? Too weak? C’mon, tell me. I can take it.” He really couldn’t, truth be told, but he was ready to bluff his way through the hurt like always.

Edwin’s face scrunched up, “What the devils are you talking about? We’re ghosts, Charles, our appearances are entirely subjective. Not to mention they have little very bearing on this situation.”

Now it was again Charles’s turn to be confused, though he was still hunched up on the defensive, “Then what? What is it?”

“I do not want to see you hurt, alright?” Edwin snapped, “We do not know how to fix any injuries you might have sustained and you were completely defenceless! I was trying to focus on locating and performing the proper spell and there you were, ready to be obliterated in front of my very eyes!”

Charles gave a slightly relieved sigh. Edwin looked displeased at this, but Charles started speaking before Edwin had a chance to continue, “You’re mad at me because I scared you, is that it? Mate, I’m perfectly fine! We got that fucker out of here and I’m perfectly a-ok! Here I was thinking I’d properly mucked something up—“

“I am serious, Charles—“

“So am I!” Charles planted his hands on Edwin’s shoulders, forcing complete eye contact, “Look, as soon as we can, we’ll get our hands on some weapons for me to use alongside your fancy magic books. Hell, maybe you can make me one for all we know on magic!”

Edwin again went to reply, but Charles wasn’t finished.

“I’m flattered you care, and thank you for looking out for me, but I promise I’m stronger than I look. Get me a bat or something and, with you and your magic, I’m happy to take on any future baddies we come across, yeah?”

Edwin sighed again, but it was clear his icy demeanour was melting, “I suppose we can have that be our next move, now that we have a headquarters for ourselves.”

Charles all but cheered, ecstatic to have actually resolved their little spat, “That’s the spirit! I’ll be the brawns, you be the brains, and our Ghostbusters agency will be brills!”

“For the hundredth time, Charles, we are not naming our detective agency after some film!…”

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Day one of @charles-rowland-week in the books! I make no promises to have something for every day/prompt bc my life is a mess (as per usual) but I wanted to at least do one :) hope y’all enjoyed it !!

[jeweledstone]

VENT MEMES

VENT MEMES

VENT MEMES

[simandy]

Personal/trauma stuff bellow. Check trigger warnings! Middle school related! It's a happy text tho!

So, today I visited the last place in my list of places where traumatic stuff happened to me. My middle-school was the last one. I went there and I did a few little jumps on the ground, loud steps to check. I guess the kids lied to me. The floor did not tremble for a 1,73m 100kg woman, it wouldn't for a 1,67m 55kg girl. It didn't tremble. My image did not distort in the restroom's mirror. Nobody would call a grown adult names. I even got to tell my math teacher I'm almost a psychology grad, he was very happy for me. It's sad that, for some reason, some important/high employees can still hold grudges against me. What a sin it is to tell your mom the adults won't help when the other kids laugh at you. What a sin it is to tell someone. They gave me an ugly stare and left. I think that, maybe, if you hold grudges against a child until she's an adult, MAYBE you shouldn't be able to work with EDUCATION. But that's only my thought.

This image bellow is important. This is me and my friend (also studied there) posing with colored sneakers. Something FORBIDDEN in this school, if you're a student, of course. I was turned over once at the gates for wearing a hoodie that wasn't part of the uniform. Today, I put my coolest makeup on, my cool sneakers and crossed the gates for a public presentation. And it was so nice.

3/3 places. Made it. ❤️

[narratorstrash]

Do you think Cole’s body remained in Yang’s temple? Do you think his body— without a soul to keep it together— solely began rotting away & that’s why he now has a scar? Do you think that’s why it took a minute before he came back to the others in the end of DotD? Do you think he spent that minute regaining his sense of aliveness & steeled himself before returning to his friends?

Do you think his mother felt it when he died in the temple? Do you think she tried desperately, fruitlessly to reach out to him, to comfort him & tell him everything would be okay & embrace him in the afterlife? How do you think she felt when she reached out to hug him only to still be unreachable to him?

Do you think she was proud of him when he went after master Yang with the intention to finish him for good? Was she proud when he saved the trapped students & tried to free their captor despite all the pain & injustice? Do you think she still sat with him while he regained his bearings in the mortal world again, knowing it would likely be even longer before she could possibly get a chance to be with her son again? Do you think she prayed to the FSM for him to live as long as possible despite the pain it brings her?

Does she still dance in the afterlife, even with no partner? Does she still fight for those who can’t & protect the weak? Does she still recall the Geckles & Munts fondly?

Is Lilly still proud of her son?

[angstyaches]

hi! i’m very much missing my StW boys :) may i perhaps have some tidbits about them that we haven’t yet heard? ooh okay maybe everyone from StW? i kinda want to ask about ALL your ocs tbh but i think that’s a bit much to ask for all at once. so we’ll stick with StW for now! I would also love to know more about Mitsuko and Bastian!!

how are you doing btw? 🍄

You're so sweet! You might also be happy to know that I am also working on your request for Rin and Charlie to visit Shayne and have a sleepover at the Aldridges' (I even hinted at it in the last sick Charlie fic). It's just that lots of different ideas keep hitting me and my brain wants me to incorporate all of them lol

As requested, some tidbits:

Charlie's niece's full name is Isabelle Waters-Nowak.

Charlie has five aunts/uncles on his father's side (Simon, Greg, Jane, Mary Claire, Frances) and only one uncle (Graham) on his mother's side. He's closest with Graham because his grandfather (Ingrid and Graham's dad, Benjamin) lived with them for a little while and Graham would often come over to visit them all.

Charlie has eleven cousins, all on Trevor's side; Lucy*, Frank, and Gina (Jane's kids), Stephanie and May (Mary Claire's kids), Tara and Gray (Simon's kids), and Katie, Philip, Jessica, and Nathaniel (Greg's kids). Charlie is the oldest out of all them with, with about six years between him and the next-eldest. (*Not the same Lucy as Lucyverse.)

(Is it obvious that I drew out Charlie's family tree? 🙃)

Madelyn never legally changed Shayne's name to Devine, but even after he finds this out from Ryan, he decides to keep the name anyway.

Shayne continues getting motion sick on public transport, which he has to deal with a lot when Felix is travelling abroad and he has to take the bus to get to the nursing home to see Trish.

Rin doesn't get along with Autumn when Claudette first introduces them. They don't actively hate each other or argue a lot, but neither of them can get a good read on the other. Rin also feels a bit envious over how close Claudette and Autumn are, and how long they've known each other. Deep down, she resents the fact that she's had to abandon 90% of the friendships she's put time and effort into over the past ten years, because they all turned out to be toxic.

As well as spending time with the Pride Society, Rin takes up roller skating and hip hop dancing in college.

Elliott starts writing a detective novel in his free time. He's too embarrassed to let anyone read it as a work-in-progress, but he finds the process therapeutic. He bases a lot of his characters off of people he knew in the past.

Elliott thinks a lot about cutting off and donating his hair, especially when summer arrives.

Elliott used to ride a motorbike before he and Felix started dating. He once brought his bike and "kidnapped" Shayne from school once, while Ryan was visiting Madelyn. They went to a forest (not Mulberry), Elliott did some hunting, and they just kind of hung out. It was one of the last times they saw each other before losing contact for a few years.

(I've been trying to think of something for Felix but the guy wears his heart on his sleeve and I can't think of anything hidden or secret about him right now lol)

CW: mention of disordered eating and body dysmorphia past this point.

Mitsuko has dealt with disordered eating her whole life, in so small part due to her older sister's attitude towards food and appearance. She's been doing well for a while before she meets Bastian.

Mitsuko very often experiences body dysmorphia though, which Bastian thinks is just her messing around when they first start hanging out, but he eventually realises she believes the things she says about herself and it just breaks his heart.

Bastian is covered in tattoos. Some of them have religious symbolism, because he chose them at a time in his life where religion was a big deal, and while he isn't sure he believes in them anymore, he still accepts them as part of who he is. Physically, at least.

Mitsuko loves roller coasters. Bastian hates them because they make him feel so sick. But he's a sucker for her, so he goes on them anyway.

Bastian finds it hard to be civilised around Yumi, knowing how bad she makes Mitsuko feels about food and her body, and it's been the cause of arguments (between him and Mitsuko) on several occasions.

After he eventually finds out that Mitsuko can shift into wolf form, he gives her the pet name "Puppy", which she hates* (i.e. *gets very flustered by and feels very cute afterwards).

I think that's all I've got in me for now!! Thank you so much for the ask 🖤

[donutboxers]

my body is slightly changing back to the squareish shape I had before I was off my HRT for like 5 months, I need to like lose weight and then regain it so it can fully go back but it's atleast a little bit enough to help with my dysphoria and boy dysmorphia :>

[yearningsaphic]

Does anyone else look in the mirror long enough and examine your features to the point where you start to get physically nauseous? Just me? Ok