#tw stretch marks

[blkkizzat]

Bae do u have stretch marks and how did the appearance of them change when u lost weight 😫

hey nonny! i do have them but they are super reduced as my skin is pretty elastic so not as many showed up. when i lost weight they mostly shrank.

i never minded them on my hips but at my biggest, i got two, one on each side of my belly button and i hated it. so i did some research and found a good hack to get rid of them/make them alot less visible and they were fading from that even before i lost weight.

my hack under the cut.

note this works best on new purple/red and raised stretch marks that are relatively fresh. if they are white and sunken its going to take a lot more effort.

shower/bath so skin is clean and pores are open

wait before applying any lotion, etc you want to do this process first.

take microneedle roller (2-2.5mm) and roll down, up and diagonally over the stretch marks 3-5 times each direction (it will prick and you dont want to irritate the area too much so its more important to get all the directions then how many times. also make sure you buy some alcohol to sanitize every time after). microneedle is important so it can penetrate the skin.

apply this stretch mark ointment its expensive but a lil goes a long way. i still have half a tube left 2 years later. this was recco'd by a plastic surgeon to a friend of mine.

apply shea butter to seal and hydrate, not just any shea butter you need the straight from africa stuff lol. this is my fav brand. (warning this stuff WILL stain your clothes, towel, etc and you have to warm it in your hands to apply a thin layer so it wont. however if you wash your clothes right away it will come out normally, just dont let it sit for days. but you need the thick natural stuff).

This isn't an overnight hack, i did this 2-4 (work up to 4 don't try to do too much all at once) a week for 2 months then got lazy with it but I had already noticed such an improvement that I really didnt feel the need to do it religiously maybe once every other week.

But doing this the stretch marks on my stomach the stretch marks never intendent and never turned white (well white on my darker skin), they are only very very slightly raised and are skin colored. you have to look super now hard to notice the slight skin texture change. i wear crop tops and bikinis and its not noticable.

Hope this helps!

[kollector-of-stims]

Stimming by pressing and rubbing my stretch marks with my fingers..especially at night before bed 😅

[jijidraws]

✶ Mecha Maiden + ✶ Was so happy to dip into a little mech goodness for p∆treon! ♡

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[bitterpngs]

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[dirtd0g]

What y’all heard: “We’re gonna be a real family”

What I heard: Dad bod Kazuki confirmed

[divatheeva]

I love how I post this profound piece about understanding your sibling and making space to care for them in the way they need sometimes, and then next post is...shirtless roller derby Ingo.

Do not let this man actually skate!!! he needs to wear a shirt!!!

[lemon-drop-soda]

Oh right I never posted this uh

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[peliginspeaks]

Reference for Hallowrove's scars!

First death: Lost the Feducci duel, got impaled with his lance. Would have healed more messily if Oversol hadn't been there to take it out and help afterwards.

Shapeling Arts first aid: stabbed in a dock brawl, patched up creatively by Haarsink

Vake: first encounter with it in BaL, the text mentioned it raking its claws down the player's legs while holding their shoulders and the image just stuck with me

Upper River Beast: sometimes there's a Big Fuckoff Flesh Creature. Lingering scar from an out-of-game roleplay incident.

Others: no consistent canonical placement for the assorted small scars, except for none around the eyes. Definitely most of them are from monster hunting or clambering around over walls and other types of Hallowroveish Activities they get into out of curiosity, but a couple lighter and older ones are from absentmindedness when they used to do metalwork and mechanical stuff on the Surface.

[hotpersonsstuff]

I try my best not to look at my body too long due to dysphoria and all that jazz. But I just saw new stretch marks on my hip. And- idk how to feel about it..

[hep-heptagon]

Redraw of a red-haired goddess 🌊🏺🪽☀️

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[therealslimshakespeare]

Not too long ago, I inquired about the specific areas of Rosie’s physique that captivated Ida most. Now, I'd like to reverse the query: which particular feature of Ida's form, extending from the neck downward, captured Rosie's admiration most profoundly? Furthermore, which part of his own body does Rosie find most attractive?

Ooooh lovely anon, delightful to have you back!

Ugh what part of her doesn’t this man love? He often zones out just admiring this or that, she can be bundled in a trench coat and he’s still going to be mildly enamoured with the taper of her waist or the strong set of her shoulders, she has oddly pretty and quite muscular forearms and he’s afraid he lusts after them without really knowing what it is he wants of them. Just, he thinks they’re very nice, that’s all. He’s as puzzled as you are about it.

Now her legs, if she can admit they’re nice then he can attest they belong to a goddess, his lanky woman has legs for miles and he wants to kiss every kilometer every morning. Oops. But then there’s her strong back, without a starlet’s hourglasses and in fact almost boyish, strapping back but just soft enough to lay one’s head on after a long day. There’s the flat plane of her belly, too lean still by his own and her mother’s estimation, by streaked with tiger stripes, testament to what she’s lost and what she’s endured. Somehow, it suited her so throughly he wasn’t even surprised to find them there the first time he saw her undressed, they looked fearsome and at home on her body, and he cannot imagine her petite and firm breasts without their silver slashings around the large nipples.

Yes, plenty of these things were from a time before him so mapping them and caressing them makes him feel closer to her, bridges the gap of their times apart. But perhaps his chiefest delight is her throat.

Ida has a Brady neck™️, and as such, it’s swan-like expanse was meant to be bit and kissed and licked. It also flushes the prettiest cocoa pink when she’s flustered or pleased, and Robert exerts himself regularly to make it do so.

For himself? Oh how interesting and I’m honestly a bit stumped. He seems so not preoccupied with himself? Besides his hair, perhaps, ha. But I feel he appreciates his good health in general, knowing that’s not something to take for granted, good proportions or strength either. I’m going to go with hands, since they seem to please Ida and he likes utilitarian things. 😉

[dustofthedailylife]

I just bought a new sundress and I feel so cute wearing it 🥺

It's rare for me to feel confident in summer clothes so this feels refreshing!

Might post a pic at some point if I feel comfy enough to share it. I also look a bit poopy rn because period is period'ing

[coachbeards]

i think we as a society need to think about beard + gaining weight as a form of healing. beard who struggled with meth addiction + prison...working hard to get himself healthy, work with his body...ted helping him gain weight + encouraging him to do so! beard with stretch marks, rolls, thicker thighs, all because he's healthy.

[thebardisabird]

As an ambassador for the thick thigh club, I felt this one in my soul. So to my Karamatsu babes with stretchmarks - this one’s for y’all. Will be tagging this as tw: body image & tw: body insecurity just in case!  Under the cut!

It had hit you just after you got out of the shower this morning, a small deep red stripe that shone bright against the curve of your inner thighs. Your fingertips traced it in worry, the flesh feeling soft and wrinkled under the pads of your fingers. It felt ugly.  You spent the rest of your day absentmindedly tracing over the mark through your clothing, it’s mere existence disturbing your peace. It made you hate the way you looked at your body, jagged with these same physical cracks littered all over you. The feeling of being broken with all the scattered lines - unlovable because soft, unmarred skin was now stricken through permanently. You had to force your thoughts away from it until you made it home, all of your emotions beginning to well into your throat unwillingly. 

-- Your day came and went, thankfully, and soon you were in the comfort of your own home. Your heart was heavy as you stared at your reflection once more in only your top and underwear, planning simply just to change out of your work clothes. Tears blurred your vision, and you let out a frustrated sigh at the streaks that splayed over your body. Amidst your sniffling, your boyfriend stood at the doorway to your bedroom, his quiet entrance going unnoticed as he watched you scrutinize yourself with such heart aching disdain. With a softened look, he called your name from where he stood. Your gasp was sharp and you moved to blot at your eyes almost immediately.  “Karamatsu, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you, I--” “...I love them, you know.”  Your heart caught in your throat, “I...I’m sorry?”  He moved closer to you, his eyes slowly drifting from your thighs and all the way upwards until he met on your dampened eyes, “I love them...those marks you seem to hate so much.”  You broke eye contact to stare off ashamedly, “You saw me, huh?” the sigh that left was heady, you both felt it; in embarrassment, you turned away from him, “I just...they look so awful. Like I’ve been wounded or like...I don’t take care of myself, I don’t know.” Frustration clawed at your throat once more, “They make me feel ugly.” 

Hands gently smoothed over your shoulders, “...Lay down, my love.”  You shifted back towards him, “Why? I need to finish changing first.”  “You can later, I promise...right now, I just want you to lay down on the bed, okay?” Karamatsu coerced you carefully, walking you over to the bed now. Confusedly you did as you were asked, the majority of your body laying across the sheets save for your legs that dangled over the edge of the mattress. Little did you expect for your boyfriend to slide himself between your thighs, the bulk of his shoulders lifting up the backs of your thighs as he did.  “Karamatsu!” came your surprised yelp, “I haven’t showered yet, I need to-”  “Hush, my love,” he cut you off once more, and your words fell from your lips. Dark brown irises found your slightly panicked stare, “I want you to understand something...” and his gaze shifted to the soft expanse of your thighs, “These marks...make you more beautiful than you could ever comprehend.”  His lips pressed to a spot just past where your knee and inner thigh connected. You bit your lip as you watched him kiss a few more spots on your thighs, interchanging between the two mounds of flesh. The gentle admiration and even more tender caresses of his fingers against your skin made you the tears behind your eyelids threaten to spill.  “In Japanese art there’s something called Kintsugi,” he sighed against your thigh, “Gold being used to fill in the cracks of damaged pottery...only to make it anew and more refined than ever.” His fingertips smoothed over your fresh stretch marks, “You were never ever broken darling,” and he kissed them with a  warm fondness, “Your body is a vessel of love, so much so that these are proof - stripes imprinted physically; made from a heart that loves and is well loved,” you caught him smiling now in admiration, “Stripes that only serve to make you as beguiling beyond measure...a work of art and beauty nearest to my heart.”  He kissed the softened scars once more and it made your heart start to race with how close he was to your sex. He didn’t miss the whimper in your voice, but instead chuckled low in response. His palms smoothed up your thighs, settling at your hips.  “Don’t you see, my flower?” Karamatsu cooed, “These stretch marks are a part of you - and with everything I am, I adore every part of you there is to have.”  Deft fingers curled around the band of your underwear, tugging them downward until he could get them fully off of you. With sincerity in his gaze, he gripped your thighs and settled your legs fully over his shoulders.  “Now,” purred Karamatsu, as he placed one last kiss on your thigh, “Allow me to rid you of your worries of today, and convince you of how truly exquisite you are both outside...and in.” 

[cheezekennith]

Y'all I've just drawn henry again and uhm gore and blood warning ahead

[mothusband]

oh yeah and today was day one of going to the park and walking every day. what i learned: i am hilariously out of shape!