#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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[em3wl]

Reasons to not eat

When you take a video you won’t have to worry about the angles

You will be the prettiest girl

You can wear all clothes you want

Look good in pictures

Make people worried / jealous of you

For people to notice and comment on it

Flat stomach flat stomach

[somnoir]

As a prompt Danny after he enters Gotham for any suddenly starts growing again for the first time since the portal incident and his body instead of slowly again decides to catch up all the missing years of growing at once so Danny goes from still looking 14 to suddenly having his father's height and looking his actual age.

Growing pains.... Literally

Since his death, Danny hasn't really... Grown. His parents think he's a late bloomer, that he'll grow later in life. But it's been four years since he's died and he hasn't grown a single inch in that time.

Frostbite is kind enough to tell me that... Well... He's stuck.

He's stuck in this form until something affects his physical form. Amity, even though it's considered the most haunted place in earth, doesn't have enough ambient ectoplasm for Danny. There are too many ghosts from the realm that feed of it, too many nevermores that need it to exist. Amity feeds it's ghosts but it doesn't have enough for a halfa like him.

When he moved to Gotham for the aerospace program (plus the scholarship) he doesn't expect much from it. People still question him about his age, it almost ends with him flinging his ID and birth certificate on people and cussing them out on his height.

He had even started exploring the city. There was this one cafe he found and the owner, Lily, was an absolute angel! With a shotgun. And he met a lot of people in Lily's Eden Cafe, like this weird kid that apparently dropped out of high school. Now, Danny ain't one to judge, so he's pretty okay with Tim. Except for the fact that he was so cool and smooth on a skateboard. Danny wanted one too.

Almost a week after moving, he's suffering. His body hurts, everything aches. It's as if something inside of him was trying to break out and it's making his bones strain. Everything about it hurts.

Many days passed of Danny being delirious from the pain, barely able to register what he was doing. A week and it's like he spent a coma walking around while his consciousness was asleep, practically dead by the lack of his memories.

The next time he woke up, it's been a week since he blacked out from the pain.

There's music in the background, almost familiar. The beat is something he heard Ember compose before his eighteenth birthday, then it was practically blasted through our the Ghost Zone when the day actually came.

"Shhh! Turn that racket down!"

"Hell nah! He likes it, see?"

"The little king seems.... To......change... Gotham..."

His eyes snapped open, gasping when he saw multiple pairs of eyes looking down at him.

"He's alive!"

Danny's instincts took over in that second and he's sending a blast of ecto towards the sudden scream. More screaming. Too much screaming. His head hurt.

"Holy shit, baby pop!"

He takes a moment before he's recognizing Ember... And the hole on his wall... And his glowing hand. Shit.

"Woah, woah! Calm down."

In Danny's confused state, he could barely register Kitty and Johnny in the room. Oh, and Shadow too. But still...

"I— What happened?" He groaned, blinking slowly. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

His voice... OH MY GOD HIS VOICE! Why was it so deep?! What was wrong with his voice? Did he have a cold or something? Or maybe it's just his morning voice—

"Congrats on your dawning!" Johnny congratulated, grinning like a madman.

"What?" ooh, that was weird, "What the heck is an dawning?"

"Ooh, baby pop!" Ember cooed, "Forgot that our little king is still pretty new to being all ghost. C'mon now, baby. Mama Ember will teach you all about ghost puberty."

"GHOST WHAT?!"

Ghost puberty was a thing apparently. He had hauled himself into the Far Frozen after yelling at the four ghosts to steal him some clothes that would actually fit him. Because his entire body felt wrong... So wrong.

He was taller now. Having shot up from 5'4" to a whopping 6'2". Everything still hurt and now all his clothes didn't even fit! Nothing looked right when he'd looked at the mirror. He was almost as tall a shis dad now—he looked almost exactly like his dad now actually. It was almost terrifying how much he resembled his dad. If he went to visit now, he's sure that his mother would have a heart attack from how quickly he had grown.

"Frostbite!" Danny practically growled and oooh... Yeah, now it sounded differently to whenever he'd end up snarling. The deepness of his voice almost intimidated him.

"Great one!" The yeti greeted, looking utterly ecstatic to see him. "Ah, I see you've finished your dawning. I offer my sincerest congrats, your majesty."

"Yeah, yeah. The fuck is a Dawning?"

Frostbite blinked, before his expression morphed into a grim one. "Oh dear... I had thought that the Observants would have deigned to explain this too you upon your coronation... Well, let us sit then, great one. This will be a long one."

To summarize it all, Ghost puberty.

A Dawning was a time every ghost went through, so long as there was enough ambient ectoplasm around them to help their forms morph into their preferred appearances. Usually, a ghosts appearance to their own mentality. Their maturity.

Apparently, Young Blood already went through a Dawning but remained in his child-like form due to his own mental age. He was a child in heart, mind, soul, and body.

Meanwhile... Danny who was still alive yet also dead, had followed on with his mental maturity. His body morphed, it changed, it adapted to how he saw himself, how he desperately wanted to become deep down in his core.

And this Danny Fenton was a 6'2" giant trying to control all his limbs that were suddenly too long, too heavy. Everything felt strange....

Tim Drake's favorite cafe was known for being neutral ground for both rogues and vigilantes. You don't fuck around Lilian's cafe or else she'll pull out a rifle and shoot you dead. So if course, Tim fucking loved the place.

Actually, many people frequented it.

He's familiarised himself with the faces of a lot of people by then. Even that scrawny new kid that arrived three weeks ago. Tim remembers Danny for how enthusiastic he was about going to collage, not even minding the madness of Gotham itself. It was like he thrived in it.

He waves at Lilian after ordering his usual, taking a seat in the corner before he's whipping out his laptop. Duke and Steph arrive soon after, immediately ordering before going off to join Tim.

Mundane things, something they all seemed to appreciate more.

The bell rings, more customers arrive and—

"Danny! Holy hell, what happened?"

Tim paused, immediately snapping his eyes towards— WHAT THE FUCK?!

Steph whistled, "Hot damn..."

Danny Fenton was a scrawny young man, shorter than Tim. Even more slim.

But whoever the hell entered the cafe was 6'2", almost as muscled as Jason, and slouching like Clark—as if he was in the wrong body. He almost dropped his drink if not for Duke gently guiding his hand down.

"Hey, Lils..."

God, what the fuck was that? What was happening? Who the hell was this awkward adonis with a voice as deep as the fucking ocean?

"Tim?" Duke waved his hand over his eyes, "Timothy? Timbers?"

"Duke, leave him alone. He's gone, never coming back." Steph snickered, shaking her head before her eyes went back to Danny, who was stuttering as he tried to order what he wanted. "But damn if I wouldn't act the same. Shoot your shot—"

Shoot his fucking shot he did.

"Hey Danny..." Tim slid up to him with a smile.

Danny blinked—woah was he tall and practically built like a fucking fridge—before his eyes brightened and a smile joined his expression.

"Hi Tim!"

Was this how Bruce felt like when he saw Clark?

Masterpost

[bodhrancomedy]

The desperate chant of every actor after 8pm: “I must not scrutinise my body. Body dysmorphia is the mind-killer. Botox is the micro-expression death. Veneers obliterate the natural face. I will embrace my body. I will permit it to look like an actual human being’s.”

[bonesandbluud]

To be Angelic is to be Thin

angels are pure light, the most innocent beings. angels exist by consuming sunshine and caffeine. if you want to feel angelic then you need to be empty. Angels do not stuff their faces, they do not hide to go eat. they dont think about food all the time. angel get rest and enjoy flying together in pairs. angels never weigh more than 125. angels can fast for 2+ days and not even realize. to be angelic is to be thin, to be small and empty and pure. untouched.

stop eating and you could be angelic, too.

[smllbvnni]

i fear that no matter how much w3!ght i lose, i'll still see my body the same way i did when i first started

[feral-ballad]

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

[clariiise]

My thighs are jealous of my collarbones.

[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!

[di3tcokeluv]

i have really bad body dysmorph1a so personally I can never truly understand what I look like- anything I see in the mirror is fleeting and can change in the blink of an eye, and I hate it.

HOWEVER!!! today I was trying to pinpoint what I actually look like and I ended up drawing how i think my body might look like, and tbh it’s like, the average of what I see so I think it’s the most accurate image I can have probably.

anyways it’s kinda like a b0dych3ck but without posting my real body (safer for me as a minor lol), should I post the drawing? im not that good but i feel like this was good for me to understand my body image and it might help yall too❤️

[star-riding-through-clouds]

at the point where I have to take a picture of the scale whenever I hit a lw because if I don’t I’m capable of convincing myself I hallucinated it.

[bonesandbluud]

ana buddies/sisters?

hii, i need someone to talk to and help keep me accountable in my ed :3 preferably a female, and minors only! im 17, 5'8, and 132 lbs. i want someone to fast with and to get worse with (push eachother deeper into their ed). casual friendships only !! pls reply/reblog if ur interested :33!!

[nezz-cringe-crib]

i think my boyfriend's voice is very nice. :)

[bodhrancomedy]

Masculinity as a transgender actor: