#tw; body dysmorphia

[gor3sigil]

If you're all about body positivity but make fun of men with hairline receiding or bald, fat, with a beer belly etc, no you're not.

Pretty sick and tired of seeing people laugh and trash men who are not tall skinny queer looking white dudes and be like "everyone is beautiful" in the same breath.

[whatcha-thinkin]

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[s1renbby]

🎸Nana Osaki Thinspø moodboard──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

[sn00kiisstuff]

Body dysmorphia literally got me feeling like i look like this😭

[feral-ballad]

Joy Sullivan, from Instructions for Traveling West: Poems; “Geography Lessons”

[unfortunately-still-alii]

When i call myself fat and they don't disagree

[iloveroblox9708]

[sioraiocht]

Jake's arm wraps around Mac, drawing him into his side as he decides that he can stay at least another half hour. This is more important. "Okay..." He listens to the comments about Hugh Jackman, unable to help the furrow that develops in his brow. There's a little twist of guilt in his stomach, chewing at his lip as he thinks about what to say. "Firstly -" He shifts as close as he can possibly manage, tangling his legs around Mac to show him that he's not leaving. "Hugh Jackman is a beast. I mean, that's fucking Wolverine. And he's Australian. He probably spent his childhood punching kangaroos. Plus - he's a celebrity with money and personal chefs. Anyone could look like this with Hugh Jackman's cash." He nods as if he's saying the wisest thing in the world. "Secondly - I'm not leaving because you're not Hugh Jackman." Hand slides to rest on Mac's chest, fingers massaging gentle circles. "I gotta leave because I can't afford to hire help. It has nothing to do with you. Believe me, if I had my way I'd stay here with you all night and all day and we'd never leave the bed."

His expression softens a little, head shaking. Breath catches in his throat as they kiss, shifting his body so that he's half leaning over Mac. Hand slides down along his side, fingers curling into his hip. "I don't want you be Hugh Jackman. If I was in a room with a hundred Hugh Jackmans I'd still be only focused on getting you naked. Because -" His lips move to press kisses down along Mac's neck, ghosting a soft trail down to his chest. He smiles softly against the skin. "I think you have the greatest body in the world. And it's all mine and nothing is ever going to change that." Jake's head rises again so that he can peck the gentlest kiss to his lips. "I'll make a deal with you. I'll stay here tonight if you promise to try and stop comparing yourself to Hugh Jackman." Teeth nip at his lower lip. "Because I really want to sleep with Mac, not Hugh."

the kiss makes his heart skip a beat, warmth flooding his chest. it's something he's never really experienced himself, something he doesn't want to let go of now that he's got it. he grins like an idiot against soft lips, nose bumping affectionately against the other man's. "yeah, babe," he hums smugly, stealing another peck. and another. and another. okay, maybe he's insatiable. "that's kinda the point." maybe, just maybe, mac can distract him enough to keep him tethered to his bed. that's right where he wants him to stay.

the question brings him pause, even as he turns onto his side once his back meets the mattress. he comfortably tosses one leg across jake's waist, tucked into him with a hand on his chest. "i dunno," shoulders rise in a sheepish shrug. dennis's pointed remarks linger in the back of his mind like some sort of invasive disease: you're looking pretty bulky today, mac. but it'd be lame to admit that, right? not sexy at all. "i was readin' a GQ magazine while i was grabbin' a six pack at the liquor store, cuz i can multitask," fingers trace along skin, teeth briefly chewing contemplatively at his lower lip. "and i saw hugh jackman on the cover. dude, he's fuckin' ripped and he's, like . . . fifty. and i realized: i wanna be hugh jackman, cuz if i was hugh jackman, you'd never leave my bed for responsibilities or whatever, right?" is that manipulative? mac doesn't question it. he's always trying to think of ways to keep jake glued to his hip.

"anyways, he was talkin' 'bout keto or some shit. and i was like, ' what the hell's a keto? ', so i asked my buddy dennis, who told me to fuck off. then i asked google, cuz obviously charlie doesn't know, dee's a chick, and frank's a fat shit. and i realized . . . " brows draw together again. "nothin'. i realized nothin', i still don't know what the hell it is." previously knitted eyebrows rise, however, when jake's words properly sink in. "you don't want me to be hugh jackman? cuz i can totally be hugh jackman for you, bro. and then we'll always be naked." brows wiggle enticingly, fingers gliding up the other's neck to coil around his jaw and guide his head to the side so mac can press another passionate kiss against his lips.

[thebearme]

Don't scratch a injury!

[beehoneyseyy]

did i binge or did i eat the recommended amount of calories for someone my age?

[ezbecomestiny]

Me trying to figure out the size and shape of my legs

[jokine]

i wanna fucking rip my skin off

i hate how i look so much it makes me want to bleed so badly UGH KILL ME

[lostmf]

I wish I could stop counting every bite ..

[astaroth1357]

Demonic Adjustments:

Content Warning: (fantasy) body dsymorphia

Lucifer: Had to get used to the extra weight on his skull added by the horns. His head would keep tipping from side to side for several days after the Fall as he worked out how to unconsciously keep them balanced. Dia thought it looked hilarious. He also kept getting wing cramps because he unconsciously raised them whenever he was anxious or irritated.

Mammon: Thought the straps over his shoulders and chest would dig into him too much so he'd just walk around completely bare-chested until Barbs made him stop. Discovered that if he got scared by something, he'd squawk REALLY loud. He had to task Belphie and Levi to pop out at him from around corners until he could get it under control.

Levi: Felt like his newly extended tongue was going to choke him if he kept it in his mouth, so he'd let it just droop out for the longest time. He'd have to wet it down to keep it from drying out too, so he would literally do the snake-tongue thing until Asmo got onto him for how creepy it looked. He had no idea how to sit on things with his tail so he would either sit on the floor or sideways in his chair until Barbatos coached him on big-tail etiquette.

Satan: Had a straight up baby giraffe moment when he first can into existence. Couldn't figure out how his limbs were supposed to work and flailed/flopped around for about ten minutes while growling and hissing at anyone who tried to help him.

Asmo: Originally had a scorpion tail, but it horrified him so much that he begged Lucifer to ask Diavolo to remove it for him. Dia eventually relented and ordered Barbatos to remove it and replace it with wings afterwards because that's what he's more used to having. Keeping the wings small and cute looking was Asmo's idea, of course.

Beel: Constant. Buzzing. He had restless wings when he first fell and being around him was like standing next to a buzzsaw. He eventually discovered that exercise was a good way to expend his body's extra energy and burn through his anxiety, so Barbatos set up a gym in the Castle for him. The buzzing stopped shortly after that.

Belphie: Would regularly wake up wrapped up in his own tail, so he took to clutching onto it in the night to "keep it under control." He had the hardest time walking/lifting his head due to the size of his horns. He would regularly get his head stuck in things because he would fall alseep in odd places and then his horns would get caught whenever his body shifted.

[lonelyandpretty]

i need to be air with a personality.

[jeweledstone]

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