#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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[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.”

[livluvsyou]

My head and my body are aching. I guess it’s just a shitty day.

[owlygem]

This is my fault for looking at facebook at all, but When did "dad bod" come to mean any man that hasnt got a dehydrated shrink wrap 6 pack? Didn't a dad bod used to have an actual belly?? Wasnt the left like the gold standard for nearly all of human history? Or am I just losing my mind?

Shit, I swear to god the world has a massive collective eating disorder and body dysmorphia

EDIT: please don't comment on what's healthy or not when it comes to body shape, it isn't a clear indicator of health

[feral-ballad]

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

[Text ID: “our bodies were a strange geography that men would try / to catch and claim and call their own as if our skin / were a lost country, a wilderness, a home built for everyone / but ourselves.”]

[delcrystal]

Body check : 121 lbs 😮‍💨😭

Everything about this picture is bad. I gotta freshen and clean up my apartment, lose ten - twenty pounds (goal updated ), shave my entire body, and grow my hair out.

I want to be androgynous, graceful, and beautiful. Not whatever this is.

( NOT saying you can’t be those things with body hair or with extra fat. Only pro for me! )

I know I’m a “healthy weight” but I feel so fat.

I’m so embarrassed of this but, it’s accountability. It reflects the truth of my life and I got to fix it.

[fantasy-mixtapes]

Do you think that Coronabeth was ever given shit growing up (by parents or others) about not having the classic “necromancer’s build”?

Like almost every single thing we hear about the typical morphology of necromancers is that they’re usually bone thin, sickly, slighter, maybe with some health issues. And Gideon makes a point to note that Corona’s features (as gorgeous as they are described) look out of place for a necromancer.

Almost everything about her is grand, shining, and takes up space - you’d think it must have been a conscious choice for her to present herself like that. Maybe growing up for some time she did try and make herself smaller, more typical to blend in. And then something must have gave within her to be like you know what fuck this I’m not gonna live my entire life as a lie and NOT love and take care of my body.

Think of how much her and Ianthe’s bodies must have been picked apart for their entire lives. Corona for being to conspicuous and Ianthe for always being seconded to her sisters (uncharacteristic) beauty

ESPECIALLY with what we hear about the third house’s obsession with appearances

Ugh.

[thebearme]

Do you think dog man has tw* body image issues?

*Slaps roof of dog*

THIS DUDE CAN FIT SO MUCH BODY ISSUES!

And no one can say that im just shoving my "woke crap" into a children's book. Tell me I'm crazy for believing that after you were put into a life changing procedure that completely changes your body and how you're perceived that you WOULDNT feel anything?

Although some of Dogman's grievances of his body does just come from the loss of Knight and the surgery is done more in a amputate sense, but Dogman still ends up getting the same discriminating of a trans person. That why I love the fact that anyone can understand where he's coming from, it's body dysmorphia! Any one of any shape, size and age can understand that.

So yeah, Dogman doesn't like tight or form fitting clothes. He hates mirrors (if dogs didn't already) and despise acknowledgement of this human body.

[earthmoonz]

💖MAX KYLE 💖| style eras✨[click for hq]

in honour of wifey's 2nd birthday & inspired by @armoricaroyalty's amazing wardrobe analysis series, I thought I'd do a little look back at max from early adulthood until where they currently are in the story. (lena’s style has not changed nearly as much lol) costume design is one of my fav aspects of character development and I put a lot of effort into dressing my sim babies so I wanted to yap about it! (yapping under the cut!)

fresh faced! [2015] -  for much of max's adolescence they embrace a pretty standard uniform of graphic tees, skinny jeans + trainers. this doesn't really change for their first year of uni. in their youth they tended to value comfort over style (just autizzy things) but now they're experimenting with colour despite and beginning to emerge from their shell. having two mums means that max's own sexuality isn't a huge deal to them, but navigating the social aspect of it a different story entirely...

alt academic! [2016/17] - having made some friends (hello cleo! - not pictured), max is not immune to the goth-lite trends of the mid tens. they're hitting their stride academically and getting used parties and clubs. this is their first attempt at really exploring their femininity and soon they'll start to wonder if traditional womanhood is truly for them.

soft masc baby! [2017-19] - these years are where the more significant changes in max's style take place. 2017 is a big year for them. just as they begin exploring their gender identity, they meet their first ever girlfriend* (more on that later) and dressing more masc feels safe and exciting! they love how they're able to transform and their gf keeps saying how much hotter they look, but at as time goes on, max struggles with how they see their body under the baggier clothing. they're face with a question 'am I dressing like this for me or because of how others want me to be?'

chaos femme! [2019-20] - having graduated uni and endured their first big break up, max moves to san myshuno eager to reinvent themself. working as strip club bartender they begin dressing femme again, but this time with a sharper, moodier point of view. it's a lot of very high heels, mini skirts and c*nty wigs. almost every pic they post goes viral and they're fast becoming a fixture in san my's queer nightlife scene. this is max's single & chaotic era + this is also when they enter into a short -live but toxic romance with jade. they're working hard, partying harder but of course this lifestyle becomes hard to sustain and it's only a matter of time before it wears max out.

gay casual! [2020-23] - settled in san my, max has moved on from the dollhouse and found a literal home at the 'old salt bar' - an lgbtq hotspot both day and night. they've got a solid group of friends and are truly doing well for what feels like the first time in years. naturally their clothing returns to a brighter colour palette and this is where see them fall into their usual style of cropped tops, baggy trousers and chunky trainers. max's gender expression has more fluidity now and they start experimenting with a more fun, artsy style of make up with brightly dyed hair to match. it's clear now that max tends to mirror the environment they're in and it's clear that they're finally in an environment that feels right for them. unfortunately, they've little idea about the storm heading their way.

flux! [2023-] - this is the max we meet at wifey's beginning. they're in throes of grief but trying to bury it deep. their gender expression remains fluid but their overall style becomes less significant as more pressing matters take hold. this version of max is headed down a darkening path and when out in the world, they're more likely to dress to project confidence and intimidation which to them means a moodier colour palette. only time will tell if they're able to reconcile the innocence of their old self with the truth of their current one...

[funnygirlana]

Body dysmorphia sucks because realistically I can look at these photos and be like

Yea I look completely different.

But I look at myself in the mirror and in real life and I feel like I look the same or fatter than before… also I fucking HATE the way my body looks naked and the only way it can be fixed is with surgery… 🫠

[corwynnasmith]

I often feel I am not trans enough to say I am trans

Not cis enough for cis

Not non binary enough for non binary

And so I settle for queer

Because it is almost enough

Like me

I tell my trans fem partner they are enough

My trans sister in law she is enough

My trans masc friend he is enough

But I can't quite say it to me

They are genuine

They are whole

And I am a hole

With no end in sight

I do not want to be a woman

Or a man

Or neither

I want to feel my bones twist long

My teeth rip through my cheeks

In needles

All of me shift and change and move

Dynamic as my soul

Fluid as my feelings

But I am stuck in solid bones

And no one form will suffice

I want to be an entity

In fleeting glances

Unperceived

Not trans enough for trans

Not cis enough for cis

But just enough for me

[thebearme]

Don't scratch a injury!

[nezz-cringe-crib]

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