#you’re beautiful

[chrissy-kaos]

*sighs* you are such body goals, and I can't get over how beautiful you are

Awww!! You’re incredibly sweet! Thank you. But you’re beautiful and goals too! You may not think so but to someone you are!(me❤️). Every single one of us is beautiful in our own unique way!

[autumnbell32]

Do you want to hear about my coffee routine when I was on the psych unit?

They always gave us a full carton (like a carton…a school lunch carton) of 2% milk on our trays. And I hate milk, hate it- so every day I would throw mine out and that made me feel some kind of bad/guilty. So I started asking for their shitty cup of decaf coffee. I’d sit with the stryofoam cup of hot coffee and the carton of milk in front of me for a fair amount of time, way past when my unit mates went back to their rooms or started walking around just to ease the passage of time (I didn’t really talk to anyone anyways, but I would sit among people…though somewhat removed at a table in the corner on one of those god awful plastic chairs filled with sand so no one could throw it in a rage- I had back pains from those monstrosities for a few days after discharge, by the way). I’d sit there and wait for the black coffee to cool enough so I could guzzle half of it, then add a few packets of sweetener, and then dump all the milk in there. The cup was almost overflowing every time, the precious meniscus jiggling at the edges.

But sitting there with my doctored decaf coffee, the tv on in the day room, watching the cars drive past outside- not knowing how or what I would do when I was discharged…You just do what you can to get by and to alleviate some pain and give your poor little, cortisol-bathed brain some dopamine. And you survive, and the pain becomes another memory and part of the reason you are able to remind yourself that you deserve to be here and you can count on yourself to take care of you. Even in little ways.

[ssturniolo]

Strawberry freckles

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - Matt soothes your biggest insecurity

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - insecurity, reader has acne, first person, short, kinda rushed, not proofread, I think that’s it?

I sit crisscrossed on Matt’s bathroom sink, staring intently at my face. One, two, three, four, five. Five new pimples. It’s not fair how some people have flawless skin without even trying, yet I’ve tried everything and my face is still littered with acne. No matter how hard I try, it won’t go away, instead leaving a bright red scar.

“Ready to go?” Matt calls.

“Um, I don’t think we should” I say, dreading being seen in public.

“What, why?” Matt asks, now entering the bathroom.

“I really don’t feel good,” I lie, turning from the mirror to face him.

Matt’s confused expression turns into concern as he reaches his hand up, attempting to feel my forehead. Swerving my head, I swat his hand away, not wanting him to feel the “imperfections” on my forehead.

“Whats really wrong baby?” Matt’s features read a mix of confusion and hurt, and I can’t help feel bad for bringing his mood down.

“I-I can’t go out looking like… um, this” I respond, motioning to my face. A sad laugh escapes my lips as his expression changes once again.

“Oh baby…” he starts, taking my hand in his.

“Having acne most definitely doesn’t make you ugly or change your worth, trust me I’ve been there.”

“But that’s the thing, yours went away. I still have to deal with it and all of the feelings that come with it. Wishing I looked different every time I look in the mirror, not wanting to leave the house, hating getting close enough to people where they can see every detail of my face, etc.” I ramble, small tears dripping from my eyes.

These feelings have gotten worse and worse over time, and I’m just so sick of myself. My skin.

“I hate seeing you like this, I just wish you could see yourself the way I see you” Matt says softly, wiping my tears away with the sleeves of his hoodie.

“I think your acne is adorable and I’ll always love you with or without it. They’re like little strawberry freckles” he smiles, his look full of love.

I lean over, wrapping him up in a hug as I inhale the sweet scent of his shampoo. His words may not fix how I feel about my acne, but the reassurance that he loves me regardless makes me feel a bit better.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you” I whisper, placing a soft kiss on his neck.

“I love you more than you’ll ever know princess”

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This was a request but i accidentally deleted it. Never feel bad about your acne I promise you’re beautiful🫶🏻

XOXO - Zoe

[soulinkpoetry]

The reassurance of someone’s love is always in the way they look at you.Adoration …. Respect…. Love… it comes right through. It has nothing to do with physical beauty but what’s on the inside.

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[howthebestwaslost-blog]

Nine 🤝 Fifteen

Nine 🤝 Rogue

(Can we get a Nine+Fifteen+Boyfriend team up please, yes I know it won’t happen 😭)

[comfort-person]

Tender love

Request: hi Amber, I was wondering whether you could write something comforting about Harry please? I’ve been struggling with my body image lately because I feel that I’ve put on too much weight and I’m just anxious and uncomfortable about myself and my body. But maybe a imagine could help? Your writing always helps so if you could it would be greatly appreciated.

A/N: hello lovely, thank you for this sweet request and your sweet words. I understand how difficulty body image is, I hope this brings you some comfort, although it might be hard treat yourself with kindness and respect. You deserve it. Don’t be so harsh on yourself. We’re all beautiful. Love yourself. All the love, Amber x

Trigger warnings: self hate/ body imagine issues. If you’re struggling with it please reach out, my DM’s are open. Feel free to message if you ever need someone to support you(:

Pairings: Harry styles x plus size fem! Reader

“Out with it,”

Harry’s voice cut through the silence of the movie, the credits rolling, your tired anxious eyes slowly moving to look at the man who you loved dearly “what?” Your voice was quiet, his green eyes piercing into your softer ones “somethings up. C’mon. Out with it. Tell me.” He spoke his tone worried as he studied you and you stared at him for a while before slowly looking away.

“Hey,” he gently reached out touching your cheek with his fingertips gently coaxing you to look at him again your now teary eyes focused on him and he offered an incredibly gentle smile “you can talk to me, love.” Your eyes searched his and he kept a soft gentle look on his face “it’s embarrassing though,” he gently shook his head “thats okay… that’s okay, darling. Embarrassing is okay. Talk to me.” He didn’t want to pressure you, of course he didn’t, but he knew if you didn’t talk soon enough you would end up bottling it all up until it became an overwhelming storm of emotions. He gently got closer to you his arm wrapping around your shoulders “you can tell me. You know you can.” He soothed lovingly watching as your eyes slowly met with his again before you sniffled leaning your head to rest against his chest feeling the soft thumping of his heart aching your head, the silence that engulfed the both of you was deafening, the type of silence when you get called out by the teacher in a room full of students and you don’t know the answer. All the students waiting to pry on every single one of your answers… but thankfully this time wasn’t that case… harry simply wanted to hear your issues just so he could take care of you. And finally, you spoke, “I’m ugly” those words alarmed the man his brows furrowing deeply “ugly? What do you mean by that?” He asked concerned “I’m just ugly… too ugly for you..-“ “ah ah… no… we don’t talk like that.” He gently held your cheek in his hand “we don’t talk like that y/n. We don’t talk down about ourselves…” he shook his head in disapproval “that’s nonsense, my love. Absolute nonsense.” He held you closer, trying to bring you comfort yet instead it made the tears clinging onto your eyelashes pour down your cheeks your shoulders jerking as soft sobs left your lips,

“Hey.. hey.. shhh. I’ve got you… I’ve got you.” His hand cupped the back of your head as he slowly rocked you back and forth in his embrace “where is this all coming from, hm?” He asked delicately his touch tender and caring. “Because-because I’m fat… I-I’m too big for you… I hate the way I look… I-I-I’m not good enough for you.” Those words alarmed Harry, his brows arching in pure disbelief and he pulled back to look at you, watching the tears trail down your cheeks “no. Y/n… no… look at me.” You slowly looked at him his face blurry from all the tears that stained your eyes “you’re perfect. In every single way. And I’m not just saying that… as soon as I laid my eyes on you I fell for you. For all of you. Those models on Instagram and on magazines and other websites and social media… they’re edited. Photoshopped. Sure some are real, but many are fake…” this man knew you like the back of his hand and you hated it but also loved it all at once. You didn’t even need to express the fact that social media had been playing on your mind, he already knew, it made him want to wrap you up in a blanket and protect you forever… “besides you can be a better model than them. Any day.” His voice was loving and caring and you smiled weakly “you’re just saying that…” you muttered and he raised his brows “No I am not just “saying that” I’m telling you the truth. You’re gorgeous. Inside out. I fell for you… you. Your personality. Your kindness. Not just your body… I love all of you. Like you love all of me. I love every single part of you… I adore you, y/n… you’re perfect and I will happily kiss every inch of you if it makes you believe me.” A blush formed on your cheeks and he smiled cheekily “I’m not bluffing. I will.” He spoke and you giggled the tear stains on your cheeks painting a picture of the pain you still held. Of course you had your good days and your bad days- good days being you adored how you looked, but on bad days you hated every single thing about yourself. About your existence.

“I don’t believe you.” You spoke teasingly, Harry’s brows raising before he chuckled “alrighty. I guess I’ll have to prove it to you then hm?” He spoke before he abruptly yet very gently pushed you down onto the couch so you were laying down against it, and he hovered just above you, his lips connecting with yours, locking with yours in an instant before he kissed down your cheek and to your neck, before he began trailing kisses down your body, his kisses soon stopping at your belly and he lightly lifted your T-shirt as he began peppering kisses all over your belly- soft squeals leaving your lips and you laughed pushing him away “nooo, it tickles!” He grinned up at you before kissing all the way back up to your face where he began kissing all over your face making you feel loved, giving you all the tender love possible before he planted a kiss onto your lips “I adore you and only you… do you believe me now?” A soft smile was on your lips and you nodded gently, you were a sweet sweet creature and he loved you more than words could describe. You gently cupped his cheek, kissing him again, melting into his lips and he smiled before you very teasingly and flirtatiously muttered: “thought you said you’d kiss every inch of me…”

The look he gave you said enough and he smirked before rolling his eyes playfully “that’s my girl…” he then chuckled lifting you up into his embrace as he carried you into your shared bedroom… oh how he was going to show you just how much you meant to him… he wouldn’t let you forget how he loved you. He’d make sure the negativity got released from your pretty head and instead got replaced with positivity… he was going to make sure you knew just how loved you truly were.

A/N: be kind to yourself. You matter.

Choose love. Give love. Give yourself some kindness. You matter. Much love, Amber x

[queerglassescutie]

👋🏻 hey cutie! Hope you’re having the gorgeous day you deserve 💕

[themercpool]

i want to draw spideypool as that one scene from princess mononoke. you know the one.

[jackcalavera]

I will call you beautiful everyday in different ways till you believe you are and when you do, it’ll become a habit for me- never learning how to stop because I never want to stop; you’re beautiful

[pari-143]

you’re beautiful. don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. 🎀

to the person reading this post:

you are beautiful

[silentemotions]

Chinatown, Chicago

[the-tortured-poets-dpt]

[seoul-bros]

You’re Beautiful

Bit of a change of pace for The Rose with this song. More dreamy vocal ballad than rock & roll.

It looks like they were fighting the elements to make the MV.

IG Story, IG Story 2

Dual out soon!

Post Date: 25/08/2023

[san8ny]

no babe you dont need a breast-reduction because you saw girls on tiktok with smaller chests in babytees

[littlebodybigbutt]

i am sleeping beauty

[thatgirleleen]

Reminder to be so in love with yourself that you look at yourself in every mirror or window you pass by.