#how do you get rid of cellulite

[watchmegetobsessed]

BEHIND BARS

A/N: this fic is my coping mechanism with my own shit and im more than eager to read your thoughts, because it would help me knowing im not alone with these thoughts. so this one goes out to all the big girlies who struggle with loving themselves!

WORD COUNT: 9k

WARNING: sexual content

SUMMARY: You get stood up by your Tinder date, but at the same time you run into a man who works at the bar and seems to be into you. Or that's what you think when you read his message he wrote to your receipt, asking you to return to the bar the next day.

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You harbor the delusional thoughts of your date getting caught up in something… anything, just a tad more, just so that the heartache comes a few moments later. It stings, probably more than you’d ever admit to anyone, but you can’t help it. 

Sitting on the barstool in the dimly lit bar you glue your eyes onto your pornstar martini, the second you’ve had since arriving an hour and about five ‘Where are you?’ texts to Brannon before. All of them sit delivered but unread in your messages. You reach for the glass and finish the drink in two big gulps, the alcohol bringing an almost numbing sensation to your closed up throat, but it fades rather fast. 

What hurts the most is that this is not a first date. He met you just three days ago on the coffee date you two arranged once you were over just exchanging messages on that awful dating app you always swear to never download again but end up back on it at one point. It’s not like he would have walked in tonight and could have a shock about your looks, that you do in fact have quite some extra weight, your thighs are thick, curving into your ass that might look good on a better day, but only if it’s covered, because every time you look at it the only thing you see is the stubborn cellulite you can never get rid of. He saw that you’re miles away from having a flat stomach, you weren’t blessed to be the kind of big girl who has a slim waist and beautiful round waist. You often stop in front of the mirror to assess how big your arms look if you wear something sleeveless, how your collarbones only show if you put your hands to your hips and force your shoulders forward to bring them out. 

He saw all of these. Yet he suggested meeting again, pulling you into a ridiculous dream that he might be different and you could finally have the burning, passionate love you’ve always dreamed about.

Now it feels more like a nightmare. 

“Another one?” 

The bartender appears in front of you, one hand on the counter, the other one on his hip as he looks at you with a questioning look. You glance up at him, then at the empty glass and decide to just fuck it and get drunk before going home and raging your fridge for whatever comfort food you can find. 

“Sure. Bring a shot as well.”

“Vodka, tequila, rum or…?”

“Vodka sounds fantastic,” you breathe out as you square your shoulders and run a hand through your hair.

The guy nods and then disappears again. While he is making your drink you decide to have a trip to the bathroom. You wave at the bartender to let him know you’ll be back and when he nods you make your way to the back. 

You chose the bar for tonight, it’s a nice place, feels intimate and… hot, maybe that’s the word you used when you were here with your girlfriends a few weeks ago. It was the perfect spot for a girly night, but the vibe of the place definitely doesn’t limit it to a strictly feminine spot. There were plenty of men around even then and one mysterious man sent over a whole round of drinks, he remained unknown but he was probably enamored by one of your friends.

You were convinced Brannon would like this place and you could see the two of you curled up in a booth, finally overstepping the awkwardness of being around someone you met online. 

Once you’ve done your business you stop in front of the massive mirror next to the sink and have a moment to look at yourself in the overhead lights that bring out everything about your body that you usually fight hard not to think about. You hate it how one inconvenience can make you feel so… ashamed. Hopeless. Worthless. 

Truth is, you’re tired. You’ve had enough of these experiences, though it’s only your second time getting stood up, but it goes under the same cases of going completely unnoticed by men in a social setting, ending up instantly in the friendzone no matter what you do, getting the talk of ‘but I see you as a great friend, I hope we can stay friends’ whenever you dare to come clean about your feelings for someone. It sucks the life out of you and you’re not sure if you have any more left to keep trying. Because the chance of ending up alone anyway has been looming over your head for way too long to ignore it and if it ends up being your reality, you’d rather not waste any more time and energy on trying. 

When the tears start stinging your eyes you turn on your heels and head out, not wanting to have a full blown breakdown in the middle of a bar. Stepping out to the hallway you’re just about to march back to your previous spot to chug down your drinks shamelessly, but you weren’t expecting anyone to be right outside the door, so you collide into someone just as your heels hit the carpeted floor outside the restroom. 

It’s not at all the gracious kind of collision, where the man scoops you into his arms and holds you against his chest to stop you from falling. Out of reflex, your hands do find the guy’s chest, but you push yourself away from him fast and panicked, your back hitting the door that just closed behind you and you’d bet a good amount that your expression reeks of shock and the sadness from previously, which is not a gracious combination. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you exhale sharply as your eyes take in the man in front of you. 

Tall, well-built in a black, fitted suit with a black silky shirt underneath the jacket, the first few buttons are left undone, teasing a glimpse of tattoos and a thin necklace with pendants hidden from your vision. His brown hair is trimmed, but not enough to conceal how the strands curl and swirl. Pink lips curl into a smile and you can’t decide the color of his eyes because it’s too dark here, but they appear to be light, even despite how big his pupils are as he is staring back at you. He is holding up his hands in front of him, as if he is readying himself to catch you if you decide to fall anyway. 

“In a hurry?” he asks and his velvety british accent caresses your ears. You blink at him for a couple of moments dumbly before finding your voice to reply.

“No,” is all you say, to which his smile just widens and you catch his eyes dip down, running along your body before they return to your gaze. 

“Be careful then, Angel.”

“Sorry,” you breathe out, finding your balance again as you’re unable to look away from him. 

He is the kind of man that catches every female’s attention upon walking into a room, who could easily just cherry pick who he wants, because women line up in front of him just to earn a glance from him. He looks elegant and lively at the same time, but you instantly feel a sense of mystery and darkness linger around them even despite his warm smile. He is nothing like the men you ever dealt with and he is… way out of your league. 

Lifting your chin you spare him with one last look before walking away, fighting the urge to look back if he is still there or maybe you just imagined him. 

Your drinks are already waiting for you by your seat and you down the shot before you could climb back to your seat. Given the fact that you came with an empty stomach, the alcohol has started working its wonders on you. You feel a low buzz in your chest, a slight numbness in your head and you know the martini in front of you will be your last drink if you want to make it back to your place. 

Your thoughts are still circling around the man in the hallway when you spot him again from the corner of your eyes. Down at the end of the bar, he is talking to the bartender who’s been serving you. His jacket is gone, so you see the silky shirt hanging elegantly from his frame, the fabric shimmering in the light that comes from behind the bar, illuminating the wall of expensive bottles showcased. The sleeves are rolled up, revealing that his left arm is heavily tattooed, but the other one has something as well, but half of it is hidden underneath the shirt. 

He is helping the bartender unload some bottles into the fridge that’s underneath the counter as the talk. When they are down to the last one he stands up and runs a ring-clad hand through his hair and his eyes move up and catch your gaze before you could look away and pretend like you weren’t ogling him. Your cheeks burn up right away as you snap your eyes back at your drink in front of you. With silent prayers that he won’t come closer, you busy yourself with the only thing you can do: drinking. But just as you lift the glass to your lips you see a black form walk up to where you’re sitting and you can’t stop yourself from looking up at him. 

“Can I get you anything else?” he asks with a charming smile, his hands planted onto the counter in front of you, giving you the chance to see the veins running underneath his smooth skin and for a split second you can’t help but imagine what it might feel like to be held by those hands. 

“Um, no, I’m good. Thank you.”

“Good,” he repeats, but it drips with something else, something more, something… heavy. “Waiting for someone?”

His question came out of the blue, you weren’t expecting him to strike up a conversation and start it with that. Your muscles tense and suddenly, after being so drawn to keep looking at the man in front of you, it becomes your priority to avoid his gaze at all cost. 

“No,” you say shortly and take a sip, no, a gulp from your drink. 

What you don’t see is how his face darkens. The smile fades and his eyebrows draw together as he lets his hands fall from the counter and move to cross over his chest. 

You expect him to move away from the rather tensed and awkward scene, but he remains standing in the same spot until you notice him turn around, but just to grab two shot glasses, he fills them up with something that could easily be vodka again, but you wouldn’t know because you don’t see the glass he pours from. Then he turns around and places the shots onto the counter, pushing one a little closer to you. When you look up, you see his head a bit tilted, waiting with a questioning look and an unknown sparkle in his eyes that are green, now you’re sure. 

“Oh, I shouldn’t… Um…”

“Just this one. As an apology on behalf of the piece of shit who is too blind and idiotic to see what he missed out on.”

Your breath is caught in your throat as you stare back at him. For a second, you let yourself believe that there’s more behind his words, that there’s attraction, lust and desire. For you.

But then your usual mechanism kicks in and your mind is quick to turn it around and convince you it’s not at all like that. He just feels sorry for you, it’s only pity, because a man like him would never be interested in a woman like you. 

“Sure,” you whisper with a nod and take the shot. He takes his and holds up, waits for you to do the same. 

Then he gives you a nod with a charming, crooked smile and your eyes remain locked on each other as you both take the shots. It’s vodka and it burns, but you don’t even flinch as you put the glass back onto the counter and watch him snatch it away. He is just about to say something when the bartender calls out for him from the end of the bar, but because you weren’t listening, you miss what his name is. He looks back at you once more and then walks away. 

You don’t see him for the rest of the time you spend there. Finishing the drink you ask to close your tab and then you’re getting ready to leave when the bartender slips the receipt over to you. At first you don’t even pay any attention to it, but then you notice something is different about it. You grab it from the counter and then read the words scribbled onto it with a black marker.

Please come back tomorrow.

You feel like an idiot all day. Trying to keep yourself busy by cleaning and cooking, no matter what you do you always find yourself looking at that damn receipt, reading the words over and over again. Since you left the bar yesterday until this moment, you’ve thought of every possible scenario why he would ask you to return. Realistic ones, ridiculous versions, you thought of them all, but somehow you always ended up settling on the same one, even despite the fact your mind has been fighting hard not to let you believe he could want anything from you. 

It grinds your nerves all day until you decide to act on it. You put on a pair of jeans and a simple black shirt with your trusty sneakers, nothing extra, very far from looking fancy and then head back to the bar before you could talk yourself out of it. 

It’s the afternoon on a Sunday, it’s no surprise the place is deserted when you walk in, only a handful of people are lingering around here and there in contrast to the buzz it had yesterday. You try your best to settle the uneasy feeling in your gut as you walk up to the bar. There’s a woman standing behind this time who you didn’t see last night. She’s drying glasses with a cloth since there’s not much to do without anyone sitting on the stools. 

“Hi, what can I get you?” she asks with a bright smile as you walk up to her. 

“Um, I was wondering if the guy who worked last night was working today? Brown hair, tattoos… I don’t… know his name.”

It’s an understatement to say you feel awkward asking around about the guy even though he practically asked you to come back. At least he could have given you his name to avoid appearing like a stalker. 

The woman furrows her eyebrows as she purses her lips, tilting her head.

“I swear I’m not here to make a scene or anything,” you add with a nervous laugh. 

“Ah, I was just thinking. Because I know for a fact that Nico was working last night, but he for sure has no tattoos.”

You swear you saw the tattoos on his chest and arms, you did not just imagine those, but now you’re doubting yourself.

“He, uhh, he wore, like, a black suit and a black, silky shirt… Rings…” This is as far as you can go describing him without adding details you’d rather keep to yourself. Like how his hands looked delicate but rough at the same time, the way his lips curled when he smiled could push all the air out of your lungs and his smooth, velvety voice was like you were wrapped into a warm, soft blanket whenever he talked.

Luckily, you see her face light up at the last few details you just said.

“Oh! You must be…” She doesn’t finish it, just lets her smile stretch wide as she squares her shoulder. “Let me grab him for you,” she then winks and before you could get another word out, she disappears. 

Laying your hands flat on the bar top you start drumming nervously as you wait. A thought flashes through your mind that it was a mistake coming here, trying to convince you to just leave before it’s too late, but you fight it and shove it to the back of your head, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip as you pull your hands back and start rubbing your palms against your thighs. 

A few seconds later the woman appears from the back with the same wide smile and just when you start to think the man is not here, he follows her out, turning your sanity upside down with just a simple look. 

He is wearing a black t-shirt this time, short sleeved, putting his previously mentioned tattoos on perfect display. The shirt is tucked into a pair of gray dress pants that hug his waist so well, you’re drawn to stare at his body for a few moments as he moves closer behind the bar. 

The bartender woman passes you while the man stops in front of you, a cheeky, but genuine smile tugging on his lips as he leans onto the counter just like how he did yesterday, only this time you see his muscles flex from the movement thanks to the short sleeves. 

“What a pleasure to welcome you back.”

Your knees threaten to give up for a second from hearing his voice again, as if it’s proof that you didn’t just make him up last night, he is not just a mirage. 

Reaching into your purse you pull the receipt out and slide it over to him. 

“You invited me back.”

“I did,” he nods, not even glancing down at the piece of paper, like he doesn’t need to be reminded of what he did. “But I didn’t know you’d actually return.”

Unsure what to say, you allow yourself to assess him, take in his perfectly carved features, the unruly curls, the rings adorning his inviting hands. If you were on your own, just looking at a picture of him, you’d definitely tell yourself it’s too good to be true that a man like him would ever pay you any attention. But having him standing in front of you, feel his burning gaze on you, this magnetic pull that vibrates from him, you’re battling yourself harder than ever.

“I was curious,” you admit at last. 

“Then I’m happy to satisfy your curiosity. Why don’t we sit down?” he asks, gesturing towards one of the booths by the wall.

“Won’t you get into trouble?” you ask, but he just gives you a toothy smile as he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about that, Angel. Go ahead and sit, I’ll make us a drink.”

Once you’re turned away and walking towards a booth you let out a long, shaky breath. 

“Get a grip,” you tell yourself as you slide into the booth and try to get comfortable. It’s frustrating a man could have an effect this powerful on you after barely even talking to him. What kind of black magic is he practicing?

A few minutes later you see him walking over to you with two drinks in his hands. One is obviously a pornstar martini for you, the other one you don’t know. It’s in a simple, short glass, one big cube of ice, the drink itself is a nice amber color, you spot a curl of orange peel and some fresh rosemary in it. 

He slips into the booth with ease and moves closer to you than you expected as he places the drinks to the table. 

“Might be best if we started with our names,” he suggests. “I’m Harry.” 

His name rolls off his tongue so ravishingly, you have to stop yourself from repeating after him. He holds out a hand for you that you take. Your skin starts tingling the moment it meets with his warm touch.

“Y/N.”

“Such a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” he nods, giving your hand a squeeze before letting it go. 

While you feel a bit awkward, trying to find a way to sit beside him, it appears he is quick to find his place, crossing one leg over the other, his arm closer to you is stretched over the back of the booth, his hand falling somewhere behind you, but it’s not touching you. His other hand is gently playing with his drink, twirling it between his fingers. 

“I know it’s probably not the best thing to start with, but I just have to ask. Last night, were you stood up?”

All your blood rushes to your head and your palms start sweating as you turn your head away embarrassed. You’ve been so caught up in him that you kind of forgot about what Brannon did. 

“Yes,” you whisper, hands dropping into your lap as you nervously fidget with your fingers.

The hand that’s been behind you moves to the side of your face, his knuckles gently brushing across your cheek, just enough to make you turn your head and look at him. 

“Don’t even think for a moment his behavior lessens your worth.”

“I’m not so sure if there’s any left of that to lessen.”

The words leave your mouth before you could even think them through, surprising you with their bluntness. You’re not one to share such personal thoughts with a stranger, not even your closest friends. 

Harry stares at you with an unreadable expression and you half expect him to just let it slip and not acknowledge what you said. But he sticks to that in a way you never experienced.

“I would give an arm to have the chance to show how much I see just after spending only minutes with you.”

You’re speechless and from the hidden smile you notice in the corners of his mouth you assume he finds it entertaining, witnessing the effect he has on you. He grabs his drink from the table and you watch him lazily take a sip before placing it back and leaning forward, getting closer to you, but still not quite crossing an invisible line between the two of you. 

“Y/N, I know this is very straight-forward and I’m aware that we are very much just strangers at this point, but I’m more than eager to change that.”

“Why?” you hear yourself asking in an airy, weak voice. “Because you’re sorry for me?”

Now it’s his turn to be taken aback. The way he frowns almost makes you want to apologize even for asking. 

“Sorry is the last thing I’m feeling right now. And it wasn’t what I felt when you bumped into me last night or when I wrote that message to your receipt. Or… when I sent over that round of drinks to you and your friends not long ago.”

“You what?”

“You were here, maybe a few weeks ago, with your friends, right?”

“I-I was, but…”

“The round of drinks. I sent it.”

“Why?” you ask again and notice the amusement in his look.

“The same reason I wanted you to return today. Because take my breath away and I never give up on the chance to get to know whoever has that effect on me.”

You stare back at him blankly, a million thoughts racing in your head while also not able to put together a coherent one. It is everything you ever wished to experience, but it also feels incredibly odd and… wrong. 

“What kind of twisted game is it you’re playing?”

Harry furrows his eyebrows slightly.

“None. Why are you questioning my intentions so passionately?”

“Because it’s ridiculous,” you say with a bitter laugh, shaking your head as you grab your drink and take two gulps, hoping the alcohol might help you untangle the mess in your head. 

“How is my interest in you ridiculous?”

“Because it is. You cannot sell me that you spotted me among my friends last time, that I was the one who caught your attention and that when you saw me last night again you just had to take your chance to lure me here again so you could talk to me. It’s absolutely ridiculous.”

He stays silent and you don’t look at him for a bit, trying to calm your rocketing pulse. But his silence starts to drive you mad again, so you turn to face him and see that unreadable expression on his face again. 

“You’re invalidating my attraction just because you haven’t received it before.” 

It’s like he is reading you like you’re an open book, he looks at you and you can feel him raiding through your mind and you can do nothing against it. 

“It’s actually sad but also exciting to be the first one to give it to you.”

“But why me?” you keep pushing.

“Why do you like pornstar martini?” he asks with a cheeky smile and you decide to ignore how erotic that sounded from him. 

“What?”

“You choose it because you like it, yeah? Why?”

“Because… I don’t know, it tastes… good,” you answer, complete confusion taking over you. 

“See, that is why you. I don’t know it just yet, but I just know that…” He doesn’t finish, but you can hear the rest.

I just know you taste good.

The all too familiar pulse between your legs is making you cross your legs underneath the table, but Harry catches the movement and his grin grows wide, but he doesn’t comment on it, just takes a sip of his drink. 

“We took it very intensely quite suddenly. Let’s just talk and we can return to this matter a bit later,” he suggests then softly, losing that tiny cockiness from his voice for now. “What is there to know about you, Y/N?”

You need a bit of time to recover and actually start telling him about yourself. He asks you about your job, your family, your hobbies, what you like and what you hate, all while giving you his full, undivided attention. Even though he has made it clear he is interested in you, somehow you end up taking the situation with even more caution than usually, but slowly and almost unnoticed, it eases from your gut. 

“Now it’s your turn,” you say, once you’ve had enough of talking about yourself. Just as he is about to start talking, the bartender shows up at the table and you’re convinced she’ll ask him to go back to work. 

“Boss, the supplier was on the phone, they need confirmation until tomorrow morning.”

Boss? 

“Thanks Jenny,” Harry smiles up at her warmly. “I’ll take care of it.” The bartender, Jenny as you learned, nods and then disappears. When Harry looks back at you, it’s apparent he was expecting the questioning look from you. 

“Boss? Did I hear that right?”

“Absolutely did,” he chuckles. 

“So you’re…”

“I won this place. Along with another one downtown and two more over on the West coast.”

You click your tongue as you turn away to have a look around, though you’ve examined the place enough before. It’s not the kind that screams ‘this is my first business, it’s doing fairly well’, but rather one that screams wealth and business. The bar itself is definitely high end, but it’s also connected to the hotel above, so it drives in some great traffic from there as well and of course, it’s a five star hotel, so the guests are usually not the kind who shies away from paying for a nice drink. Adding just the thought of three more places similar to this to the picture is just plainly mind-blowing to you.

And yet, just minutes ago you were convinced he’s a bartender here. 

“You knew I thought you were staff when I asked if you’d get into trouble.” Harry nods. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Because that would have immensely changed the dynamic.”

“No, I–”

“Yes,” he fights back with a meaningful look. “You had a hard time believing I could be interested in you when you thought I was a bartender here. Had you known I owned this place you would have never let go of the power imbalance that comes with the judgment of my position in my business.”

You want to protest, but you can’t. Because you know it well that he is actually right. 

To ease the sudden change in the mood, Harry starts talking about himself and the business as he can tell you’re curious how he ended up as the boss. He tells you how it all started in college, he and a few of his friends came up with the idea of opening a bar and once they graduated he and the one remaining friend who was still into the idea decided to act on it. Niall, the friend, earned a great amount of money from his trust fund after graduation, which they used to the last cent to open the place ten years ago. Feeling guilty that he couldn’t bring as much money into the business in the beginning, Harry tried to make up for it by working twice as hard. As time passed and they opened the second place three years later, Niall started to wander to different fields and only remained a silent partner in the business, letting Harry take over fully. The expansion on the West coast happened just two years ago, but they are already thinking about the next location.

“Are you still friends?” you ask him.

“With Niall? Yes, absolutely. He has his own company in IT security that he actually started from the money of this business. It’s more his world than this now, but we try to meet at least every month when we are in the same city. And I still need his signature on some stuff,” he adds with a chuckle. 

“That’s great it didn’t ruin your friendship. Working together can be risky.”

“I know. We had our ups and downs for sure, but nothing we couldn’t talk through.”

It was amazing to see him talk about it so profound and passionately. It makes him so… humane. 

His phone buzzes in his pocket and when he pulls it out, he sighs quietly. He ignores the call, but when he looks at you again you know he has to go.

“Y/N, we need to revisit what we talked about earlier, because I have to go soon.”

Your cheeks heat up instantly as you roll your lips into your mouth. 

“What about it?”

“Most importantly we need to talk about when we can meet again.”

You look at him from the corner of your eyes and can’t hold back a smile when you see his cheeky grin as he sits turned towards you, his upper body angled to face you completely. 

“The most convenient would be tomorrow,” he adds shamelessly.

“So soon?”

“I wanted to say I would love to see you in about three hours when we close, but I didn’t want to come off as too eager.”

That makes you laugh and Harry gifts you with a proud, crooked smile.

“Are you sick of this place?”

“Why?”

“Because you could come here tomorrow and I could teach you how to make your drink,” he says, nodding towards your now empty glass. You actually love the idea of that, doing something new in a not so new setting. 

“I can be here by seven.”

“I’ll be waiting for you behind the bar.”

You have never been this eager to put down work at five finally. It doesn’t matter that you still have a few unanswered emails in your inbox, you decide they can wait until tomorrow. 

You haven’t stopped thinking about Harry since you left the bar yesterday. You can’t even remember the last time you were like this, probably in high school when you had a crush in junior year. It’s ridiculous, honestly, but it’s also quite exciting. 

You walk into the bar for the third time in the past three days. You would have guessed that a Monday evening would be just as eventful as Sunday, but apparently a lot of people like to go out for drinks on the first day of the week. It’s not like on Saturday, but about half of the tables are taken. Crossing the place you’re heading straight to the bar, searching for one particular tall figure, but you don’t see him. 

Nico, the bartender from Saturday, is on shift again, though as you reach the bar he doesn’t seem to recognize you. 

“Hi, what can I get you?”

You’re just about to ask him to tell Harry that you arrived when the familiar, velvety voice speaks up right behind you. 

“I have the lady covered, thanks Nico.”

Turning around you’re met with Harry’s warm but cheeky smile as he stands just a couple of feet away from you. Today he is wearing a pair of black dress pants with a black long sleeve, but the sleeves are rolled up above his elbows. There’s a light stubble darkening his jawline, he surely skipped shaving this morning, but you’re not mad about it, it adds a bit of roughness to him. 

“Welcome back, Y/N,” he nods at you.

“Hi,” is all you manage to push out of yourself. He is very much aware of your nervousness, but it just widens his smile. 

“Ready to master the pornstar martini?” he asks as he steps closer and places a hand to the small of your back to usher you behind the bar. 

“Absolutely.”

The two of you settle at the end of the bar so you’re not disturbing the actual service with your little scene. Harry hands you a black apron and he puts one on himself as well after helping you tie yours behind your back. Then the learning starts.

Harry is actually a great bartender himself. As he gathers everything you need for the drink, he tells you how he learned to bartend after opening the place. They had a few times when they fell short on staff and he needed to serve, so he figured it’s best if he just learns it fully rather than just clumsily mixing up the drinks whenever help is needed. 

“What’s your favorite to make?” you ask as you’re cutting the passion fruit in two on a cutting board and Harry examines your every move like a good mentor.

“I think it’s Rum Martinez.”

“What’s that like?”

“It’s a Japanese cocktail, pretty smoky and kind of complicated to make. I’ve had it twice, it was always served with a cigar. I only made it once though, but it was fun.”

Harry truly meant it when he said you’d learn how to make your drink. He doesn’t touch anything in the mixing process, only instructs you, clear and patiently as you add the right amounts into the shaker. When you put the top of the shaker on however, he moves behind you and as his arms come round you to grab the shaker along with you, for a few seconds you definitely forget to breathe. 

This close you can smell his cologne, the warmth of his body is melting you against him and when you lean back just the slightest bit he pushes forward to tighten the physical connection between the two of you. 

“Alright. Now, this is how you shake it properly,” he murmurs, his face right next to yours as his hands cover yours on the shaker. 

You let him take the lead as he starts shaking, his warm palms holding your hand against the cool shaker, moving it up and down, left and right in a controlled, rhythmic way. He is giving it quite the force, you feel the ice inside tumble harshly as you keep shaking. 

“Okay, now take the cap off.”

He lets go of the shaker, but remains standing behind you as he instructs you. You do as he said and he reaches past you to bring the glass closer for you. 

“Carefully, but with confidence” he murmurs, one hand moving to cover yours when you start pouring, but too slowly, so he helps you to tilt the right amount. The beautiful yellow liqueur fills up the glass with a perfect layer of foam on top. 

“And finally, the passion fruit.”

He points at the fruit on the cutting board and you take one half, gently dropping it into the middle and watch as it stays afloat with pride. 

“There. You just made your first pornstar martini.”

Harry steps away from behind you and you almost protest, eager to feel his warmth behind you as he comes into your view again, watching you bring the drink to your lips. You take a sip and once you taste it, you can’t hold your smile back.

“It’s amazing.”

“All yours,” he dips his head a bit with a bright smile and you can’t look away from his sparkling eyes. 

The foam of the drink sticks to your upper lip so when you put the glass down you run your tongue over, licking it off and you catch him watching your mouth with obvious hunger, as if he is ready to have a taste from the cocktail, but only from your lips. 

The moment burns and you feel it deep in your chest. Almost unnoticed, you both inch closer and you feel an irresistible pull towards him. Your heart is drumming in your throat and the muscles in your torso tense even at just the thought of kissing him. 

But right when you are about to cross the line Nico’s curse pops your bubble and Harry’s head whips around in alert.

“Shit!” you see Nico jump back from the counter, one hand wrapped around the other, a cutting board with lemons and a knife left behind.

“What happened?” Harry asks, grabbing a rag as he steps closer to assess the situation.

“I wasn’t paying attention and cut my finger,” Nico hisses and you step closer just in time to see him showing the cut. It doesn’t look bad, but it’s bleeding quite heavily.

“Go and clean it out. I’ll cover the bar.”

Nico mumbles a quick thanks as he rushes back before he could bleed on anything behind the bar. Just as he exits, two women walk up to Harry, who switches into bartender mode pretty fast. He gives you a quick ‘I’m sorry’ glance as he takes their order and starts mixing up their drinks. You just give him a reassuring smile and focus on your drink, patiently waiting. 

At first you don’t even pay attention to the conversation the two women strike up with him. But as Harry starts serving a man who walked up to the bar after them you notice how they stayed there and it makes you wonder so you turn your attention to their sugar coated voices. 

“Oh, then we feel honored to be served by the big boss,” the blonde one chuckles, leaning forward just enough so that his shirt tugs down, teasing the view of her cleavage. 

“Just… helping in,” Harry gives a tight-lipped smile, barely even glancing at her as he makes the cocktail. 

“See, I told you it'll be worth coming here on a Monday,” the other one giggles as she gently sways to the soft music that’s playing through the speakers. 

It’s a sight that’s an easy trigger for you. They did nothing wrong other than flirting with a man they find attractive. And you know Harry barely even acknowledged their efforts, but still, it was enough to let that evil little voice out of its cage in the back of your mind. 

They are gorgeous and you’re nothing like them. They are thin and looking around you already see a dozen men looking at them. You can never be like them. 

Deep down you know these thoughts are worthless, but once they take over it’s hard to fight them, to see yourself in a better light. Not when you’ve struggled with this for so long and spent long years to convince yourself it’s all that matters. 

There’s nothing left of the free spirit you were just minutes ago. When this happens you simply close off and want to disappear as fast as possible. For a moment you think of just leaving while Harry is not paying attention, but you’d hate to walk out on him like that so you stay there, trying to take up as little space as physically possible as you finish your drink. 

Nico soon comes back, his left ring finger bandaged up, ready to get back to work, which means Harry is free from bar duty again. He doesn’t hesitate to walk away from the two women and return to you, but you’ve let your spiraling thoughts win by now.

He notices something is wrong the moment he sees you avoid looking into his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, dipping his head to try to get you to look at him. 

“Nothing,” you shake your head, but it’s a weak attempt to mask just how uncomfortable you’re feeling.

“Y/N, I know that’s not true. What happened?”

“Nothing happened,” you push, then take a deep breath to help you swallow the bitterness in your mouth. 

There’s a few seconds of pause when you’re convinced he’ll say to end the date and then you already see yourself never coming here to avoid ever running into him. The voice in the back of your mind is already working hard to convince you it’s for the best, that it would have never worked, you’re way too different and sooner or later he would see you the way you see yourself. 

But it never happens. Instead, he silently packs away everything you used for the cocktail and when he’s done, he gently takes your hand and starts to pull you towards the door that leads out to the hotel’s lobby. Confused, but curious, you follow him and don’t say a word until the two of you stop at the elevators.

“Harry, where are we going?”

“Up. To my suite.”

“You have a suite here?”

“I do. Comes with the perks of owning the bar that’s part of the hotel.” 

His hand is still holding yours, warm and gentle, but still confident, especially when he tightens his hold as the elevator arrives and he pulls you inside, pushing the button of the 18th floor. He doesn’t let go of you as the elevator starts moving, you just stand there next to each other without a word until it arrives and the doors slide open. 

Harry once again pulls you with him, striding down the carpeted hallway to the door with the number 1804 next to it. He fishes out a card from his pocket and taps it against the lock that clicks silently, letting him open the door and that’s when his hand falls from yours, letting you walk in first as he holds the door open for you. 

You haven’t been to a hotel this elegant, not as a guest at least. You’ve attended a few conferences but you could only see the lobby and the conference rooms during those, not the rooms or in this case, the suites. 

You walk into a spacious living room  with a minibar, dark purple couches facing the TV mounted onto the wall, the floor-to-ceiling windows giving an impeccable view of the city lights. There’s a door on the left and the right, one is probably leading to the bedroom, the other one must be the bathroom and though the doors are closed, you can imagine how good they must be designed.

The suite is definitely not untouched, you see signs of Harry here and there, the envelopes on the coffee table, the single used mug next to them, some sort of hoodie thrown over the back of one of the armchairs and a Macbook lying on the desk next to the TV. 

“It’s permanently reserved for me. I spend so much time at the bar, it’s easier if sometimes I don’t have to drive all the way home and can just stay here,” he explains as you walk further inside, stopping by the window to have a look at the view. 

Slowly, you turn around and look at him with your arms crossed over your chest.

“Why are we here?”

He is standing a few feet away, his hands hidden in his pockets, but his stance feels welcoming and open even despite your closed off behavior. 

“To be alone. I don’t want the circumstances to bother you. I know things can get overwhelming sometimes.”

You remain still, not sure what to say or do. It really has been overwhelming, but only because sometimes your own mind turns against you and there’s nothing you can do about it. 

Harry pulls his hands out of his pockets and cautiously takes a few steps closer to you, but still leaves a bit of space between the two of you. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” he asks so softly, it almost makes you want to cry, because he doesn’t feel real, nothing does when it’s about him. You’re so set on how unmatching you feel around him that it’s almost impossible to think otherwise now. 

“I don’t see it,” you reply in a whisper.

“See what?”

“I don’t see what you see in me. I only see my version of myself and it’s… not good.”

The tears are stinging your eyes. You have probably never said these words out loud, but somehow, you feel safe enough with Harry to bring this side of you out, though the fear that he might get fed up with it is still strong in the pit of your stomach. 

You have no idea what kind of reaction you were expecting from him, to be honest you couldn’t imagine a version where he stands his ground and doesn’t agree with all the awful things you harbor about yourself. 

But then he steps closer, his hands gently cupping your face in them as he angles your head so you’re looking up at him, holding you like that, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. 

“I want to show you. How I see you.”

His hands slide down to your neck, his thumbs are underneath your chin to keep you in place, his gaze dipping down to your lips a couple of times before settling on your eyes, waiting, silently asking for permission and though you don’t say a single word he understands you.

His first kiss is brief, but confident. His lips press against yours and they open slowly, just enough so that his tongue can tease you before he pulls back, though he doesn’t move far, his nose is still brushing against yours. Opening your eyes you find him looking at you, his otherwise light and bright eyes are now several shades darker, lust dripping from the curled up ends of his lashes as he waits for you to make up your mind whether you want to go further or not. Somehow, his black magic must have worked enough on you to mute that evil voice in the back of your head, the absence of it giving you the chance to give yourself into the moment. 

You push up against him this time eagerly, open mouth meeting his and he’s quick to react with just as much passion. 

One of his hands moves down to your waist and when his fingers dig into the soft flesh you can’t hold back a moan that’s immediately swallowed by him. You fist his shirt, desperately trying to pull closer even though he is entirely pressed up against you. 

Blindly he starts moving, pulling you with him, your kiss never breaking as you move around the couch. Then his lips leave yours and you’re forced to open your eyes just as he sits down on the couch, his hands grabbing the back of your thighs as he pulls you between his knees and he kisses your stomach through the fabric of your shirt. Out of reflex you try to pull away or avert him somewhere else, but his hands squeeze your thighs as his eyes snap up to meet your gaze.

“How I see you, remember? Let me show you,” he reminds you and though every inch of you is screaming to pull away, you stay.

Harry pushes your shirt up and unbuttons your pants before his hands grab you by the waist. He twists you around and pulls you down on him, so you end up lying half on top of him with your back pressed against his chest. 

“Harry,” you gasp when his right hand starts to slip into your pants and then under your underwear, but his other hand falls to your heaving chest as if he could calm your jumping pulse with just one touch.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, I don’t want to push anything on you.” His lips are by your ear that brushes against them when you nod and just let him do whatever he wants. 

When two of his fingers slip between your wet folds, your lips part with a sigh, your head rolling back to his shoulder just from his touch. He is gentle but determined, starts off by just moving those two fingers up and down, gently applying some pressure at the perfect spots before keep moving. Then they settle on your clit and start drawing circles in a slow pace, playing with the pressure once again, setting your nerves on fire. 

You keep moaning and gasping as you still lie on top of him, his other hand moves underneath your shirt, but it doesn’t go further up just yet, only remains flat on your skin. You can’t stop your body from falling into a rhythm, hips buckling, spine arching with certain movements, especially when he starts to gradually increase his pace. 

When a tiny shock rides through your body with a rougher movement one of your hands grabs onto his thigh by your side, fingers digging into his muscles, earning a deep grunt from him that rumbles right underneath you. 

Your other hand snaps to his wrist as you completely lose control over yourself and push his hand a bit further, showing him where and how you need him the most and he is quick to pick up on the clues and add to the sensation. 

“Y/N, Angel, let go for me,” he whispers into your ear and while his hand between your legs doesn’t stop for a moment, the other one finally inches up and cups your breast, kneading it sensually. 

“Harry, I–Ah!” You’ve lost your ability to voice a coherent thought. You have none, the feelings Harry is making you feel have taken over you entirely. 

“I know, I know,” he murmurs and when you turn your head he doesn’t hesitate to capture your lips in a deep kiss and while you’re eager to return it, you lose control over your movements when you feel your orgasm tipping you over the edge. It stretches and teases and then it washes over you like a tidal wave. 

Gasping for air, your back arches and your nails dig into his wrist and thigh, you hear him say something but his words are tuned out, you hear or see nothing, only feel.

But you feel everything. 

You have no idea how long it takes for you to calm down and come back to real life. When it happens you realize Harry’s hand has moved away from between your legs and both of them are placed on your stomach, his fingers gently brushing against your skin in a slow rhythm. 

When you find your strength you wiggle around until you’re lying on your stomach, facing him. Even though you were the only one who benefited from the scene you just experienced, you see a deep satisfaction etched across his face as his lips break out into a smile. 

“Hi.”

“Hi,” you chuckle and pushing yourself up you stretch your neck until your lips meet his. This kiss is different, it’s gentle and slow, but just as meaningful as the ones before. 

“So,” he starts as he reaches up, running his fingers down the side of your face. “Did you see what I see?”

“I… felt it,” you say, part of you afraid of his reaction. But as you watch him, all you see is that same sweet, charming smile you’ve seen from him so many times before.

“That’s a start.”

“Yeah.”

“And I’m more than happy to work on it until you really see it.”

Staring at him, you search for something. Anything that gives away the slightest sign that gives away that he is not being genuine, but you find none and it feels heavier than if you did. Completely touched by his words the tears start dwelling in your eyes. 

“Where have you been?” you ask in just a whisper.

“Well…” he breathes out, locking you in his arms. “Behind bars the past ten years,” he says and there’s a heartbeat of silence as you both realize what he just said and the duality of it. 

You both burst out in laughter at the same time.

“Not like that!” he shakes his head.

“I guess there are a lot I don’t know about you, that’s fair.”

“And do you want to know more?” He challenges you. Your laughter fades into just a soft smile.

“I do. Do you want to know more about me?”

“Everything. I want to know everything.”

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[la7ma-mafrooma]

Another one of my rants:

This has been said many times before but I'm sick and tired of the beauty standards I see today. Not only do they stem from pure racism and eurocentrism, but they also completely disregard our nature as humans. At the same time, they literally cater to the male gaze and I'm sick and tired of people upholding that system that brings down women, especially women of colour.

Tell me why did I find out LATER in life that stretch marks and cellulite are present in most women BECAUSE OF PUBERTY. That's literally part of our nature and growth, yet every single time I look it up to learn more about my body, I'm FLOODED with "how to minimize the appearance of cellulite" or "how to get rid of stretch marks" or whatever the hell everyone keeps promoting. And before anyone jumps at me saying "but this is what some people want☝️🤓" YOU'RE MISSING MY POINT STFU. I'm tired of not finding sources that reassure me that it's okay to leave them as they are BECAUSE THAT'S PART OF MY NATURE.

I also hate how I recently found out that discoloration in the genital area ALSO happens in a lot of people due to growth/puberty, and that the colour differs from one person to another. Yet again, instead of finding articles explaining how this happens and how it's NORMAL to have this, I'm flooded with "here's how to whiten this area" instead of giving me SOLID SCIENTIFIC ANSWERS about how this is is just human nature. Not to mention how NO ONE cares to educate people about how you should leave the genital area alone so you don't mess up the PH balance or end up getting some infection, irritation,...etc.

I'm not looking for clinics or products!!! I'm trying to learn about MY BODY and how it works and how it normally looks. I'm trying to learn about how beauty standards can sometimes cause BOTH mental and physical harm. I'm trying to understand being a human being, not trying to change myself to cater to anyone's standards.

Also, the way y'all hate on certain nose shapes? How many times did I see a normalization of hating a nose shape that does not cater to eurocentric beauty standards? With people applauding and saying "it looks better" after a nose surgery. I can't control what people do with their bodies, I understand free choice, but I certainly am NOT going to give a free pass to racists that are posing as supporters of people's choices. Some of y'all aren't supporting people because it's their choice, it's because you hate to see non-eurocentric features and encourage their erasure. I can tell the difference.

How many times did I see a change in beauty standards that disregard the different BONE STRUCTURES in humans? No, not everything is gonna be "toned" through exercise. Bodies are just different. BODIES ARE DIFFERENT AND ALL ARE VALID AND HUMAN AND DESERVE TO BE LOVED AND CHERISHED.

I'm sorry if this was a bit messy but I just needed to get this off my chest so badly.

[comfort-in-space]

Do you think that Cerberus while piecing back together Shepard would have gotten rid of all physical “flaws” or bodily marks or whatever.

Like I headcanon my shep to have some tattoos, beauty marks, and one dimple. And I can’t help but think they may have smoothed out the imperfections. They do get rid of any scars you have from me1.

Dimples are a abnormality, completely harmless, but not how the muscles “should” be formed. So would the scientists keep it.

And Tattoos! the idea of them re-tatting shep while unconscious is kinda hilarious but I feel like they wouldn’t. Tattoos can be harmful to your immune system so I don’t think they would while their trying to save shep. Unless future sci-fi stuff makes this point useless. Or maybe they just didn’t get to them in time.

What about body hair?! or cellulite?!

Either way just imagine Shepard finally getting a chance to look in a mirror and realizing they are missing all scars that reminded them of past trauma. Idk if that would be a relief or something that makes them feel dissociated from their new body like its not quite their own.

Realizing their quirks (birthmarks, freckles, moles) have all been smoothed out, things that have defined them since they were a kid.

The utter rage they feel at having to get all of their tattoos done again.

Then again the Illusive Man is real obsessive so he might have demanded everything else except the scars to be kept.

[mimiii-3]

Twst boys react to an insecure reader

Note/warning: gn reader, slight angst, self deprecating language, comfort, fluff

. . .

Ace

You: I’m hoping this scar oil can help fade my stretch marks.

• protests immediately

• probably starts screaming hysterically

• ‘no no no this can’t be!’

• this man love LOVES you

• that includes all of your stretch marks

• he’s always loved your many stretch marks no matter where they are on your body

• your hip, thigh, and butt stretch marks drive him bonkers

• he kept it a secret because he didn’t want you getting creeped out by him

• but now he wishes he had told you every loving thought that crossed his mind about your stretch marks

• he would rather die than ever let you get rid of them

“Babe, I love your tiger stripes. I swear I will tie myself to you if you even THINK about trying to fade them.”

Leona

You: Maybe I should try and find a way to get rid of these love handles…

• this lazy boy is about to start a riot

• he WILL overblot if you even try to get rid of them

• that’s like him saying he wants to try and get rid of his gorgeous mane - it doesn’t make any sense

• he finds your love handles incredibly useful

• whenever y’all cuddle, his hands are glued to your love handles

• gripping and massaging them is his favorite past time

• he is convinced that holding your love handles improves his mental health

• he grabs you and pulls you into bed with him

• he slinks down and starts to kiss your love handles (and occasionally nips them with his teeth)

• he looks up at you and let’s out a light growl

“Nope. I don’t give you permission to get rid of MY love handles. Yes, mine. Every single part of you belongs to me.”

Deuce

You: I’m going to have to toss this shirt. It’s super cute but I hate the way it accentuates my tummy rolls.

• this poor bby is deeply disturbed

• his soulmate hates themself??? (Yes, he knows you’re his soulmate. Y’all are meant to be together forever)

• you legitimately made his heart hurt

• one of his favorite physical features of yours is your tummy rolls

• he shuffles over to you standing in front of the mirror

• he wraps his arm around your torso and rests his hand on your tummy

• kisses the back of your neck while he rubs your tummy rolls

• you’ve grown completely flustered, surprised by Deuce’s sudden onslaught of affection

• you ask him what’s wrong but he just stays quiet

• after a few minutes of begging him to say something, he looks up at you through the reflection in the mirror

• his eyes are watery and his lip trembles as he begins to talk

“Please don’t say stuff like that. I like this shirt and I like your tummy rolls. I’m gonna show you how beautiful you are, no matter how long it takes.”

Ruggie

You: Your teeth are so perfect Ruggie. It’s hard not to compare them to mine. I wish my teeth looked more like yours with no gap whatsoever.

• he’s completely thrown off

• you think his teeth are perfect? Wait. You don’t like your teeth???

• but he loves your cute gap

• starts putting the pieces together and realizes that recently you’ve been covering your mouth when you smile

• how could he not have noticed this sooner?

• mentally hitting himself for letting your negative feelings go unnoticed

• wracks his brain for a temporary solution

• let’s out a disgruntled sigh before pulling you to him by your collar

• maybe a steamy make out sesh will do the trick

• leaves you an out-of-breath mess

• leans back and gives you a mischievous smirk

“You think my teeth are perfect? Well you’re perfect. Which means that your teeth, including my favorite gap, are perfect. If your brain starts producing those negative thoughts again then I guess I’ll have to kiss em out of you.”

Malleus

You: God I hate my cellulite. It makes me look so ugly.

• he has gone completely silent

• the way he’s staring at you is haunting

• he probably doesn’t even know what/where cellulite is

• all he can think about is the fact you said it makes you look ugly

• to find out that the love of his life hates an aspect of themself is numbing

• ‘what do you mean you hate your cellulite? Show me.’

• you show him the cellulite on your legs

• now he’s really confused as to why you don’t like it

• he thinks it makes your legs look like they have dimples

• Malleus proceeds to get down on one knee

• his slender hand grabs you right leg and holds it in place

• he litters kisses all over your cellulite

“I do not appreciate the way you talk about my heart and soul. You look stunning. Always. That includes this cellulite you seem to hate so much.”

. . .

Note: how malleus was staring at you after you said you hate your cellulite:

[weightgainworld]

Your growth

I can't believe how much you have grown for me. You are gargantuan. I remember a few years ago when you were just barely keeping hold of dieting and exercise. A natural-born fatass like you should have gotten rid of those thoughts a long time ago. You weren't meant to lose weight. Your body was never meant to touch an exercise machine. The only thing you needed to do was eat, feast, and gorge yourself sick till you become the ball of blubber you are today. Just look at those stretchmarks. Fuck they are everywhere on your flab. Your whole body was forced to grow from how much you ate for me. Your meals have easily doubled if not tripled in size. Feels like just yesterday you were telling me a whole pack of bacon is too much, but now I have to buy 3 just to have a few pieces for my own breakfast. I doubt you even noticed, but our scale broke. The needle isn't even visible anymore. I think a hungry hippo might have crushed it. Don't worry though, I never cared about numbers anyway. The only thing I need to count is the chins on your face and the cellulite on your thighs. That reminds me, I am still impressed you got big enough that one of your old friends thought you were someone else. The shocked look on their face to see a gym rat transform into a buffet binger always makes me proud. I know you love every moment of it too. No matter how big you get, I always catch you eating more. 300 pounds was supposed to be your stopping point. You swore you would never get bigger than that. How ironic is that? 300 must feel so distant for you. Those 400 pounds of heavy blubber show the truth, you can't stop yourself. Food tastes too good, you have a weakness to addicting restaurant food, and you get turned on eating yourself worryingly around. I can't wait to see how much you gain this year. Guess it's time to think about your next wardrobe size up.

[confessions-official]

i will never stop finding it annoying how cis men get cellulite and stretch marks too but it's simply not pointed out as a problem in them. i remember some youtuber guy i followed when i was like 16 uploaded a video of his guy friend getting a butt tattoo and that was the first time i saw a guy with cellulite (i know random ass anecdote LMAO). i was shocked for like a millisecond before i was like WELL OF COURSE. cellulite is just something that happens when there's fatty tissue under the skin. of course men can get it. stretch marks are only a thing that happens on the skin when there's rapid weight gain or loss or growth spurts. of course men can get them too. it's just NEVER POINTED OUT as a problem!!! there's probably millions of guys around the world rn being like eww she has cellulite when they probably have it too and a bunch of women starving themselves and dousing themselves in overpriced products to "get rid of stretch marks" (they don't work) while their own boyfriends probably have both. but neither of them were ever taught that men get these things so they're like "obviously this thing on my/my boyfriend's skin that looks exactly like a stretch mark/cellulite is not that because i am/he is A Man and Men do not Get These Things, that's a Female Problem".

and like before anyone sees anything i'm not in any way shape or form shaming men for having cellulite or stretch marks. i really don't think you could even get that from this confession but you never know with men defenders.

 

[ed-recovery-affirmations]

It'd sure be nice if people could stop being obnoxious in my notes, but I suppose that's too much to ask from society. I got this on my post talking about how bodily "flaws" and imperfections are completely normal and okay - which they are, much as airbrushing would have you desperate to purchase a "perfect" body.

But I figured I'd bring some attention to this just to reiterate that cellulite is, in fact, normal. When I was a teenager, when I was at my lowest anorexia weight, I still had cellulite on my thighs. It was a big point of self-consciousness for me too. I didn't understand why I couldn't get rid of it.

But some of us just have it. I still do, on my thighs, though I don't put pictures of myself or anyone else on this blog because I do not want to encourage body comparison, and I figured I'd mention it because it's important for others to know they're not alone in having it, and that they're not alone if they feel self-conscious about it.

Cellulite has to do with the way that fat - and we are supposed to have some, it's dangerous not to - lies beneath the surface of the skin, while the connective tissue adhering skin to muscle tries to pull it downward. It's not known why some people are more prone to it than others, aside from just genetics, and although fat people are more likely to have prominent cellulite, some thin people have it too. AFAB people are more likely to have it than AMAB people, especially if they have had a pregnancy. And it is medically harmless and it's largely to do with genetics. If you have it, you haven't done anything "wrong." It's just something that a lot of people have on their bodies.

I mean, I wouldn't look to the above commenter for advice anyway. I checked their page, and the whole thing looks like a wine aunt transplanted here from facebook. But I figured I'd highlight this for anyone posting body-posi or body-neutral stuff - here's a name for your blocklist!

[entropy-sea-system]

A collection of articles that talk positively or neutrally about traits that are not seen as fitting beauty standards

(fair warning, these do mention that these traits are seen unfavorably by society, and some talk about fatphobia/fatmisia as well - either avoid this post or proceed with caution if that is upsetting or triggering to you)

(and if this is not the kind of thing that helps you and may make you feel worse, I would also reccomend avoiding this post.)

(note that this one about cellulite may be overly focused on women and also bioessentialist with the statistic likely focusing on women who are cis perisex and have 'normal' estrogen leves, although it would apply to women who are on estrogen hrt if they are trans or hormonally intersex, and additionally probably lumps in trans people who aren't women and have an estrogen-dominant body along w women)

(this one focuses on genetic under eye circles but does not malign under eye circles due to fatigue/other reasons and again focuses more on women even though any gender can have insecurities, it may have to do w more emphasis on appearance for women)

I will add onto this if I find anything else, one of the main reasons I made this post is because of how negative and pushing people towards removing the trait the search results are for many bodily traits that are not seen as conventionally beautiful/positive.

Also I will add that most people do not care this much about whether people have these traits - those who do and treat others negatively for it are often just overly exposed to stringent beauty standards and lack the maturity to shut up about it. Most people irl do not pay that much attention to how others look and the internet is frequently a cesspit of people being more negative about bodies than they would dare to be irl. It is also true that societal attitudes about appearance will cause many people to be biased in some way but that's a whole other discussion.

[opheliasflood]

looked so alive, turns out I'm not real

tw body dysmorphia, tw eating disorder, tw body checking, tw ed, tw domestic abuse, tw violence, tw scopophobia

The bathroom lighting is harsh, cold in its illumination of pallid skin, overly-pale without a hint of rose pink to indicate life. That’s so easily covered up with foundation, a brush swiping the splodge off the back of a dainty hand and beginning to pat the tinted liquid all over a primed and prepped face, making sure to decant it down the neck to so the infamous line isn’t there. Her blonde hair is scraped back with a fuzzy headband that carries bunny ears, platinum locks no longer the stunning silver they once were but now rather a mottled yellow, the type not even a good toner can get rid of. If you look carefully, you can see dark roots coming through, the clear indication that despite her best efforts, Ophelia isn’t a natural blonde. She uses a wet sponge to pat the foundation out so it doesn’t look so cakey, yet it clings to her dried skin and displays every area of texture, every pore magnified like a crater on mars. Not even the brightness of a lighter concealer can properly disguise the dark circles under her eyes, exacerbating how dead Ophelia truly looks if you stared enough to notice. The sharpness of her cheekbones, once considered to be her most attractive feature, have begun to look unnatural, no longer well-carved and enhanced by artfully placed contour but instead by eating less. Still, she dusts them with peach to enhance a beauty she desperately tries to cling onto. What is Ophelia without that? Who if she if she is not perceived constantly by others, admired by men and women and envied to, an object of desire to all that gaze upon her? Ophelia is this – perfect blonde hair, long legs the colour of cream, skin without flaws and pearly white teeth smiling from behind painted lips. (Smiling – grimacing – they don’t know the difference. Long ago she taught herself to retain the sparkle in her gaze no matter what was happening. At some point Ophelia forgot where the truth and the lie began and knows she can no longer return to the former).

The mascara is old, clumpy but, it’s got that faded ‘CHANEL’ on the tube and catching it in the mirror makes Ophelia feel somewhat better. Like she still has money, like tomorrow she’ll just go buy a new one because she can. Her hands are shaking, she stops what she’s doing to take a drink to steady her nerves, then downs the small glass just to force herself to stop thinking about it. Stop thinking about everything. Just stop. Glitter encrusted lids and a shockingly bright pink lip-stain cover up the grey, patch up the widening cracks like some unloved for of kintsugi – however, it isn’t real gold, and falls into the fissures that Ophelia has been desperate to hide. When did it become so overwhelming? When that creature flung her across the bar? Or when she first stepped out on stage in nothing but heart nipple pasties? Or when they dragged her into a van and beat her half to death? Or when her husband smacked her across the room? Or when she was forced to drop out? Or when she sucked her teachers cock for better grades? Or when her mother pinched her thighs and told her that cellulite was not something pretty girls had? Perhaps it was just a lifetime of shit that had been building up, no longer was she able to bury such feelings of emptiness and rage under van cleef bracelets and birkins. She thought about it while scrunching up tissue into tiny balls, shoving it into the bra that now gaped on her tiny chest – fingers brushed the ridges of her ribs up, thumbing at the deep well left by her collarbone.

Just something else hidden, something else she doesn’t allow anyone else to pick up on. And if they do, she knows what to do – ignore them. Berate them, talk them down, roll her eyes and say she’ll deal with it without having to do anything because Ophelia has so carefully crafted her armour that nobody ever asks again. She is pristine in her clothing, the sheer long-sleeves under the silk slip dress, the kitten heels. The last stage is to pull off the headband, allowing her locks to fall around her face before pulling them back into a ponytail to hide the invasive roots, gripping hair hard enough that it lifts her face back to, giving the impression of smoothness, of no wrinkles from frowning all the time or smoking or whatever causes them. No wrinkles for O phelia, that’s what’s important. Her lips slip back, revealing a smile, as she stares at herself in the mirror. She’s wearing her skin now, carefully set to hide the ghoul underneath, the shattered shell of the youngest Spaulding.

Ophelia grabs her tattered Prada bag, and goes to meet her cousin for a day out.

[quidam-sirenae]

Since I’m in a body positivity mood, here are some things I think look really nice even though I’m not “supposed” to like them

- cellulite (it’s such a texture! I love it!)

- stretch marks (that tumblr post about tiger stripes fundamentally changed me)

- bumpy nose (gosh it’s such a good look. I love body diversity)

- scars (you are telling a story! With your body! How cool is that?)

- fat (body fat is such an interesting thing I love the lines and curves peoples bodies make, we’re all made out of such good shapes)

- similarly, looking too skinny (isn’t it cool? It’s another set of body lines and curves and shapes that’s SO RAD)

- acne (I don’t actually notice it most of the time, I only notice when someone’s got none, to be honest. Our body decides our faces look too boring and adds a little bit of fun on there!)

-wrinkles (oh it’s so pretty. Every expression is amplified and shown on the entire body it’s so pretty)

-eye bags (why do we want to get rid of all our fun face decorations???)

- mobility aids (the way people move is so entrancing. Some people swing their arms, some walk slow, some walk fast. The way we move is beautiful even if it’s out of the norm)

-too big eyebrows/too thin eyebrows (we need to let ourselves look unique! How boring would it be if we all looked the same?)

- hair (I stand by the fact there is no way for your hair to look bad. Hair is so cool and interesting and we should let ourselves become art)

-overbite (I just think it’s really cute)

[emaciated-creechur]

I don't understand how people can want to look like clones of each other simply because it's popular to look a certain way other than just feeling incredibly lonely and desperately wanting to fit in, or having such low self esteem you let others decide how you wanna look. And I feel so sad for those people, cause they must feel so awful about themselves and think getting external validation will somehow make them feel better about themselves but it won't, it'll never be enough. Sure, getting love and support helps a lot but it won't make you actually change the way you see yourself in the long run, that's an effort you have to make for yourself.

Idk I guess I don't understand how some people can find other people ugly simply because of some random thing that has no baring on the kind of person they are. I think everyone looks so cool and beautiful and unique and it's so wonderful how different we all are! I find so much beauty in diversity, in how different people can be, whether it's their body type, their skin, their hair, their facial features or other qualities. I'd find it so boring if everyone looked a certain way and there was no variation whatsoever.

I only think someone's ugly when I find their personality and behavior ugly, but maybe it's just that I don't understand a lot of social expectations because of my autism, or maybe it's because I'm in the ace spectrum.

Yeah, I might not feel attracted to certain people, I still have a type, but that doesn't mean I won't appreciate the beauty of someone who's not my type, despite not feeling attracted to them.

I never wanted to look a certain way because that's what other people would find more attractive.

I've been bullied for having freckles, countless people have insisted over and over again that I would look better with straight hair and that they want to see how it'd look like ironed out, I've been told my body hair's disgusting and I should get rid of it, that I should eat more cause I look like a skeleton, that my head would look too small if I cut my hair short, people would constantly compliment my sister's eyes because they're blue while ignoring my brown eyes, I've been told that gingers are bad luck/a jinx, like a black cat, I've been told I would look uglier if I transitioned, because men are uglier than women, apparently, amongst other things. But it never made me stop liking those things about me, it just frustrated me how other people would pester me about it constantly and try to make me feel bad about things that I like about myself.

I think all my insecurities when it comes to my appearance and the way I present myself have to do with gender dysphoria. I've always found my breasts annoying and cumbersome, like a burden, because I can't wear a lot of what I want without having to find a way to flatten them cause they'd make me look like a woman, I don't like my hips being so wide because they give me this hourglass shape, I don't like my stretch marks or cellulite cause I relate it to femininity, or my period for the same reason and also because it's painful, a hassle and makes my body weak and tired, and I feel the need to lose weight because I want to get rid of those things.

I used to find my voice high pitched and irritating despite other people finding it low and pretty, and now that it's actually irritating to other people because it cracks constantly I fucking love it and I even crack my voice on purpose to laugh at other people getting annoyed by it.

That's also why, unlike other trans guys, I don't have height dysphoria either, despite being 162cm(5'3") tall, because there's lots of cis men who are really short and cis women who are really tall and they're all super cool and trans people are really cool too no matter their height. It's just annoying when I can't reach something that's too high up and I have to ask for help or get a stool or a chair to get it but it doesn't affect me on my day to day life all that much tbh, so I never really pay much attention to it.

I just don't like it when people call me short king, or king in general. Idk why it feels patronizing to me in particular. It's not that there's anything wrong with the frase, it just feels personally icky to be called that for me. I think it's because a lot of people tend to infantilize me, and being called short king just feels like another form of that in the contexts I've been called that. Like they feel sorry for me being short so they have to give me a cute nickname to make me feel better about it, like some king of consolation prize. They don't call tall men tall kings or something like that.

I never wanted to look like someone else, just a male version of myself. Whenever I felt like someone gave me gender envy, it was because they look like me but with a masculine body, the way I would look like if I was amab, or finished with my transition. Because then I'd truly feel like myself. Because I'm not a woman, I'm a man, and I want my body to represent that.

So I never straightened my hair and I always make sure it's extra fluffy and curly, I cut my hair whatever length I want and style it however I think looks the coolest at the time, I let my body hair grow and never shave it, I enjoy the sun against my skin and just wear sunscreen so I don't get burnt, I started taking testosterone, and I might get top surgery no matter if people think my breasts are already really small or that I should like them because people find boobs attractive, because that's what makes me feel more comfortable with myself.

I eat as little as I can because it makes me look less curvy, therefore more masculine, and because it's a coping mechanism and an eating disorder, something that's a literal metal illness and an addiction. Something I'm just relying on for support now that my life's so complicated, until I'm in a better place and can finally start working on recovery.

And I'm just so very happy that my body's finally looking, feeling and sounding the way it makes me the most comfortable, the way it's supposed to be: not because that's what others expect it to be, or what other people would find more attractive, but because it's finally starting to feel mine. I feel like myself when I see these changes, not like some random stranger in the mirror I can't connect with, some hollow doll body my mind happens to control, something I can hurt and neglect because it's nothing more than an object I happen to be trapped in, like a genie in a lamp.

That's why I always get so irritated when other people compare my transition and gender affirming healthcare in general to other cosmetic surgeries, because it's not like we're trying to escape who we are, or make our lives easier to become someone else, or look a certain way because that's what society expects of us, it's literally the opposite, it's us wanting our bodies to reflect who we truly are on the inside. And it offends me how people will convolute such different things on purpose just to make our lives harder.

Idk, I just wanted to rant about all of these feelings I've been having lately, both positive and negative, and how sad I think society putting so much weight on something that defines so little about someone's inner self as their appearance is, and how I don't understand how some people can just let themselves be guided by something so unimportant, how they can just let something so insignificant define so much of their lives and their relationships.

[yarnlass]

This feels like a bizarre point to make when discussing the societal perception of men and women's perceived differences. Of course male and female Homo sapiens share more traits in common than not, they're the same species. But there are distinct differences between sexes that can’t be denied. It’s certainly not mild differences either, and I think ultimately denying the way bodies naturally tend to develop only leads to the rigid policing of what men and women should look like.

Though individual variations exist, the daintiest human male will still have a distinct skeletal structure from a similarly sized human female -- for instance, the female will have a larger pelvic canal needed for childbirth that even the most wide-hipped male won't have. Another example off the top of my head is the way male and female fat -- women have higher body weight percentage of fat with less strain on their health because of the pattern of the fat gain tends to be subcutaneous fat (which mainly rests in the thighs and buttocks and results in cellulite) versus the majority of fat that men gain -- visceral fat, which coats the organs and leads to more health problems like heart disease. You could find a man just as curvaceous as a woman, but only one of those is going to be at higher risk for a heart attack based on body fat alone.

None of these facts mean that men can't have thick thighs or butts or that women can't be overweight, or that men can't be dainty and women can't be hulking and muscular. But pretending like there isn't a general average for both female and male humans ultimately makes it easier to shame men and women for their natural bodies, because the average male and female body are leagues away from what our society tells us they should be.

Just consider that the greatest instigators of what women are supposed to look like for me are just....the beauty industry and makeup influencers. Ever since the shift from "natural is beautiful" went to "eyeliner so sharp it could kill a man," I've not seen anyone more invested in how women need to look in besides the beauty industry. Their image for what the "average" woman should look like is so rigid that it demands women get surgery to change their faces and spend hours putting on makeup just to leave the house. There's not even room for individual expression in makeup anymore, it's all just the same face.

Unhappy with how you look because all the mainstream media you consume features women with the same delicate features and flawless skin you don't naturally possess? Don't gain self confidence by accepting your body as it is -- change it with surgery! Time for that nose job to get rid of your unique features -- how about a boob lift or tummy tuck too? Better shell out for this cellulite reduction procedure that doesn't work because your body will always produce cellulite no matter how skinny you are! Spend a quarter of your paychecks buying 8 different creams and concealers, and spend hours of your day manicuring yourself to imitate what standard of beauty is currently in vogue! We'll change in in a few years and the face you bought won't be trendy anymore, so look forward to doing the same thing again and again forever!

Until you're old, and then, ew. Better get you some botox before you develop any wrinkles! Don't laugh or smile or go out in the sun or relax even a little, you have to age gracefully! Remember, there's room for individuality...as long as you're skinny and we can market it to someone else! Look at this actress! She's been photoshopped to an insane amount to disguise the fact that she has hips, organs in her abdomen, and tiny folds of fat under her arms, like you do! Don't you feel ashamed you can't look like that? Aren't you ashamed of the way your boobs are shaped, your toes are too long, your face is too round? We all agree: your natural face and body are too different from the approved normal way a woman should look, so we'll show you how to empower yourself so you can conform!

While the male celebrities and athletes that are featured in media and on magazine covers generally possess more physical variation between them, they still tend to be fit and muscular with strong jawlines. While I'll never make the argument that men are pressured as hard as women are about their physical appearance, there is still an insanely hard to achieve ideal here that is being presented as attainable, when in reality those celebrities and athletes dedicate hours of their time and thousands of dollars to look that way. The major difference is that men are permitted to be hairy, have skin blemishes, and are considered to look "distinguished" as they age, which is not the case with female celebrities. One major thing that they have in common, though?

They get paid to look that way so that we can be convinced to do the same things....at our expense.

I think we're not going to get anywhere with accepting natural variations between men and women until girls and women are celebrated for their natural faces and bodies, full stop. It's gotten so bad that even male celebrities are having buccal fat removal surgeries, and I shudder to think of all the young actresses willingly risking their lives to go under the knife.

i think a lot about how in the past women/afab people disguised themselves as men and lived for years undetected (in all-male workplaces!!) because it really drives home the point that there is so much natural variation in human bodies that would enable somebody to believably do this. like not only is it natural for men to be very short but it’s also natural for them to have high voices, it’s natural for women to be tall, built, and masculine, and the fact that people in the past just rolled with it like “he has dainty hands and that’s none of my business” gives me some type of jealousy. people have gotten way too comfortable deciding what traits are normal for what sex. i think we all need to mind our business more.

[awesomek00]

Good exercise to lose weight on thighs, hip exercise - YouTuber episode

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Get rid of the inner thighs! Excerpt strengthening exercises (just do it for two weeks! It's crazy!)

 In this video, Somi Fit presents effective exercises specifically designed to remove inner thigh fat and slim down your thighs. If you struggle with stubborn inner thigh fat and want to tone your legs, this workout is perfect for you. Somi guides you through a series of targeted movements that not only burn calories but also strengthen and shape the thigh muscles. By following her routine, you can achieve leaner, firmer thighs. Check out the video for a step-by-step guide: Remove Inner Thighs, Slim Thighs: Somi Fit.

Leg swelling, thigh exercise good for lower body obesity : Lee Jieun's diet

7-day routine of burning up front thighs, thigh cellulite, thighs, and inside thighs.

 In this informative video, Lee Jieun addresses the issue of leg swelling and presents thigh exercises that are beneficial for lower body obesity. If you're looking to reduce swelling and tone your legs simultaneously, this video offers practical tips and workout routines that can help. Lee explains how specific exercises can enhance circulation and decrease bloating while effectively targeting the thighs. This is an excellent resource for anyone looking to improve their lower body’s appearance and health. Watch Lee Jieun’s tips and exercises here: Leg Swelling, Thigh Exercises: Lee Jieun's Diet.

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 Somi Fit returns with a comprehensive lower body workout that focuses on the thighs, hind thighs, and mid-body hip area. This routine is ideal for anyone looking to tone and lift their lower body effectively. Somi provides a series of exercises that not only target these specific areas but also help improve overall strength and stability. Whether you're aiming for a more sculpted figure or just want to incorporate effective lower body movements into your fitness regimen, this workout will guide you through the process. Join Somi for this targeted workout: Lower Body, Thigh, Hind Thigh, Hip-Up Workout.

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How to Remove Fat under Chin

INTRODUCTION

Chin fat or double chin can be a concern for many people. It adds to the issues of body image in many cases. Cellulite deposits and fat mainly cause it. Chin fat is usually associated with obesity. There are many ways to get rid of chin fat. There is no magical remedy to target just the chin fat, but toning up your entire body can remove chin fat too.

HOW TO LOSE UNDER CHIN FAT

Diet management

Fat loss needs proper diet management. Cut down the calories, but increase the protein intake. While going on a calorie-deficit diet, there are chances that you will lose your muscle mass. To counter that include an extra amount of protein in the diet. This will help keep the muscle mass and lose just the fat.

Avoid processed and sugary food in your daily diet. This will increase the free glucose and fat deposition in the body. This will result in weight gain.

Drinking high-calorie sodas, and canned drinks will also lead to weight gain. Avoiding them will help in keeping the body weight at bay. Drink plenty of water. It is necessary for fat metabolism and retaining muscle strength.

Including more fiber in the diet will help metabolism regulation and proper digestion-assimilation-excretion. This will result in a toning up of the body.

A high sodium diet can also result in chin fat. Reducing the sodium intake is needed to get rid of chin fat.

 Exercises

Including exercises can help in losing the fat from the whole body, and the face as well. Facial exercises can help in losing chin fat. Facial exercise can help tone and slim the face. Puffing the face, clenching exercises, holding a clenching smile, and holding water in the mouth are some exercises you can do.

Include cardio exercises. This will help lose the overall fat and tone the body. Including more strength training exercises in the regime will help strengthen the body. HIIT (High-Intensity Interval Training) helps the body to give maximum effort in shorter intervals. This will help to increase muscle strength while losing major fats.

Lifestyle changes

Maintaining a healthy lifestyle can help you lose fat while gaining muscle. Avoiding alcohol, smoking, and choosing an active lifestyle can help in reaching your goal.

Stress can be the main reason for fat deposition in the body. Managing stress by meditation, avoiding stressful encounters, getting help when needed, etc. can help maintain the weight. In addition, this will give you a happy life.

Sleep deprivation must also be taken into consideration. An organized life with proper wakeup and sleep time, decreased screen time, etc. will help with your fat loss.

Surgical methods

Surgical methods such as cheek liposuction, face liposuction, buccal fat removal,  etc. are used, to remove the extra fat deposits in the face. This helps give shape to the face. These surgeries are performed under anesthesia.

Non-surgical methods

Cosmetic procedures such as laser treatment where laser beams are used to remove fat and crypto-lysis where the unwanted fat cells are frozen, solidified, and removed are also used to remove chin fat.

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SUMMARY

Chin fat can be a bit of concern for many people. It adds to the issues of body image in many cases. Cellulite deposits and fat mainly cause it. Chin fat is usually associated with obesity. There are many ways to get rid of chin fat. There is no magical remedy to target just the chin fat, but toning up your entire body can remove chin fat too. Fat loss needs proper diet management. Maintaining a healthy lifestyle can help you lose fat.

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Panchakarma Treatment for Weight Management: Sustainable Weight Loss with Ayurveda

It can be discouraging to fail at weight loss despite making many efforts, especially if it affects your mental and physical health. Traditional methods often only involve watching calories or taking extreme steps, which can be frustrating and not work in the long term. But looking into old knowledge, like Ayurveda, gives us a more complete picture that takes into account not only the signs but also the body’s imbalances at their source. This article talks about how Ayurvedic principles, especially Panchakarma treatments, in Gujarat can drastically improve your health and help you lose weight in a healthy way. Ayurvedic Approach to Weight Loss: Ayurveda, an old Indian medical system, looks at weight loss in a more complete way. It takes into account not only a person’s diet but also their body type (doshas) and their general health. Ayurveda tries to get to the root cause of weight gain by returning balance to the body. This is different from traditional methods that focus only on counting calories or dieting to the point of failure.

Balancing Doshas: Ayurveda says that weight gain can be caused by changes in the three doshas: Vata, Pitta, and Kapha. The treatments in the piece are meant to restore balance to these doshas, because imbalances can cause the metabolism to work less efficiently, digestion to be bad, and the buildup of toxins (ama) in the body.

Getting Rid of Toxins (Ama): Toxins build up in the body when stomach and metabolism aren’t working well. Toxins like these can make it harder for the body to receive nutrients properly and can lead to a number of health problems, such as weight gain. The main goal of Panchakarma treatments is to get rid of ama from the body, which helps with weight loss and health in general.

Therapies of Panchakarma: In Ayurveda, Panchakarma is a complete treatment for cleansing and renewal. You can lose weight in a number of ways with Panchakarma:

Oleation, or Snehana

This is the practice of putting medicated oils on the body, either orally or externally, to make it more flexible and help get rid of toxins. Internal oleation, also called snehapan, is usually done by eating medicated ghee (clarified butter) on an empty stomach and slowly raising the amount over a few days. Oil massages are a type of external oleation in which medicated oils are applied to the body and massaged using certain methods. Snehana helps soften body tissues, which makes it easier for toxins to move to the digestive system and be flushed out.

Abhyanga, or “oil massage”

This is a type of massage that uses special oils on the whole body. Different moves and amounts of pressure are used on different parts of the body during massage. By improving blood flow, easing muscle strain, and speeding up lymphatic drainage, abhyanga can help. It also helps move fat stores and toxins around so they can be flushed out of the body.

Udhvarthana (plant Powder Massage) 

In Udhvarthana, dry plant powders that burn fat are used in a massage. Herbal powders are put on the body and rubbed in with certain pressure and strokes. This treatment is especially good for managing the Kapha dosha and getting rid of cellulite and fat under the skin. Udhvarthana helps the body get rid of toxins, improve circulation, and break down fat tissue.

Swedana, or “sweating therapies,”

It is a group of therapies that are meant to make you sweat so that your body can get rid of toxins. In a medicated steam bath, the body is exposed to steam that has herbs mixed in. This is a popular form of swedana. The herb swedana helps open up the skin’s pores, which makes you sweat and gets rid of toxins through sweat. It also helps the healing oils and herbs that are put on the skin during massages work better.

Main Panchakarma Therapies:

Vaman: In this therapy, you control your vomiting to get rid of toxins in your chest and upper digestive system. Vaman mostly works on vitiated Kapha dosha, which can cause problems like bloating, weight gain, and tiredness.

Through the anal path, controlled purgation is used in virechana to get rid of toxins in the body. It mostly works on Pitta dosha which is out of balance. Pitta dosha controls metabolism and digestion.

Lekhan Basti: A therapeutic enema is used in this treatment to get rid of extra fat in the body. The enema helps clean out the gut and works on fat cells all over the body.

Panchakarma treatment can help you lose weight and also treat health problems that are linked to being overweight, like diabetes, joint pain, and hormonal issues. These treatments improve overall health and well-being by fixing underlying imbalances and cleaning out the body.

Getting to a healthy weight isn’t just about losing weight; it’s also about giving your mind and body back their balance and energy. Ayurvedic methods that have been around for a long time, like Panchakarma therapies, can help people lose weight and find deeper imbalances that may be getting in the way of their progress. By using these all-around methods and the knowledge you learn in your daily life, you can improve your health, vitality, and self-care in the long term. Remember that being kind to yourself and your body is the first step to reaching your ideal weight.

Remember that being kind to yourself and your body is the first step to reaching your ideal weight. If you’re ready to embark on this journey towards sustainable weight loss and overall wellness, consider visiting Nimba Nature Cure. Our experts in Gujarat are here to guide you through personalized Panchakarma treatments to rejuvenate your body and mind. Start your journey to a healthier you with Nimba Nature Cure today.

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[heavyhitterheaux]

Hiii you have always been like a big sister on here and lately I just been feeling down insecure i had to delete social media because I been don’t so much comparssion with my self to others I’ve been really down when it comes to my body my cellulite on my but my stench marks or my banana roll under my butt has be so stressed sometimes I even go to sleep upset thinking maybe I should get surgery or get those shots to get rid of cellulite my mind has been all over the place and I know this is my adult body because I compare it when I was 18 I was skinny didn’t even have cellulite and I’m like 25 alittle bit bigger curvey but with all this cellulite and strech marks what do I do ;( deff need big sis advice

Hi 👋🏾

I understand comparing yourself to other people but we have to remember that a lot of times people use filters and edit their photos so majority of the time what we see isn't how they look on a daily basis. You are unique, and there is no one in the world like you. Stretch marks? Cellulite? A good 97% of women have these things, and it doesn't make them any less perfect. You are fine the way that you are and do not let the beauty standards that were forced upon us define you. Go easy on yourself. This life isn't easy. But please know that you are beautiful inside and out. Now if you plan on having children, my advice is to not get surgery. So many risks and complications are involved. I hope this helps and keep your head up and have an amazing day 💕